"IDENTIFY! UNKNOWN SPECIES, IDENTIFY!" The Dalek shook, hating not knowing.
Cas just smirked.
Jim backed off from the Dalek like it was the plague. "I thought you were smart."
"And evil." The Doctor added on.
"So? Isn't he a time lord or something."
"Well, then, this piece of crap wouldn't be having a spasm now, would it?" Dean had that smart-ass look on his face.
"WHAT IS IT? EXPLAAAAIN...EXPLAAAAAAAAAAAAIN!"
"I can feel a migraine going on." Jim rubbed his temples. These Daleks were going to be the death of him, which would not include them shooting him. He would find himself lucky to have that sort of fate.
"What I am is none of your concern at the moment."
"Hang on a minute." Jim stared at Cas then at Sherlock then back to Cas. "Oh my...Sherlock, you have a little mini you running around."
"What?" Sherlock blinked a couple of times, forgetting about-whatever it was.
"Look at him, being all mysterious with his coat and such a serious face." Jim pouted mockingly as he danced around Cas, who just kept his gaze forward. "I better be careful around you, otherwise I'd cut myself on your cheekbones-"
"Hey, Candy Ass! Why don't you back off before I start shoving some up your ass!"
Jim had this "ah-ha" look on his face. "Oooooooo...someone's getting jealous. Honey-"
"Don't you honey me, sunshine."
"Americans are so rude." Jim turned back to Sherlock and John. "Are they always like this?"
"Regrettably, he is." John nodded to Dean.
"Well, it's extremely upsetting and-" BOOM! "hahaha...here he comes."
Sherlock looked at the sight before him, seeing the Master whooping in the distance, coming towards them with their army.
"What's the matter, Sherlock?" Jim was suddenly standing right next to him, talking into his ear. "Can't think your way out of this one?"
The marching was repetitive and noisy. It was moving as a unit. The echo made everyone but Cas really nervous.
"Hello!" The Master soon joined Jim and the Dalek, who had finally calmed down enough to maintain composure. "Did I miss anything?"
"Well, we have some fine additions to the group." Jim looked at Sam, Dean, and Cas.
"Where's the Doctor?" The Master asked, getting really irritated.
John could not help but smirk. Sherlock nudged him to try to stop him.
"What is so funny?!" He marched up to Sherlock and John.
"There is one thing you must never do!" Everyone turned to look at the top of a huge tree, seeing the Doctor with some contraption in his hand. "Well, there are several, but the point I'm trying to make is...one must never, ever let me wonder off, cause I may do something like this."
The Master screamed in protest as the vortex manipulator opened up, sucking in all of the cybermen. Jim looked in horror as their so-called unstoppable army was being pulled into who-knows-where...or when.
Well, there goes that plan.
Jim was getting really sick and tired of things not going his way. As he clung to the tree nearest to him, like everybody else, so they would not get sucked in, he thought he was going to start doing things his way. The Master be damned. He was the master criminal everyone feared. It's about time he started acting like it.
The Doctor noticed the Angels were being sucked into the vortex as well, then he shut it off once all of the Cybermen were gone. The manipulator shocked him as sparks flew. That was the only run it would ever have, because it was toast. At least it worked though. He tried to climb down from the tree, but ended up falling.
"I'm alright!" He jumped right up.
"I don't care!" Jim pulled out his gun. "I've about had enough of all of your surprises and your plan of world domination!" The conversation took a turn to the Master.
"I'm sorry, I told you what the Doctor is like." He looked at the Doctor. "He is the oncoming storm, bringing death and destruction wherever he goes. He destroyed Gallifrey, our home! And everyone who lived there!"
The Doctor winced in pain, which was both mental, psychological, and even physical as his hearts were beating rapidly against his chest. He turned to look at his companions, these misfits who trusted him. Looks of shock, confusion, and sympathy from the one who had known him for so long were hitting him repeatedly, and the pain worsened.
Sherlock looked away, mumbling something about suspecting it all along, John silently condemning him for it.
"Doctor..." Sam stepped forward, just looking at him with that same grief. He had only known the Doctor for, what, a couple of hours now, but still, Sam Winchester knew about the pain and guilt over the things he had done.
The Doctor did not say anything. His silence was enough.
"Oh, don't worry, kids." The Master played comforting. "The Doctor has done many other terrible, awful things that you would never dream of him doing. He brings people in only to push them away!" The Master literally shoved the Doctor, the Doctor not even trying to fight back. He just kept looking down. He could not face these people. He had lied to them.
The Doctor always lies.
"Isn't it about time you show them some real mercy?"
BANG!
"I couldn't agree more." Jim slowly lowered his gun after shooting.
The Master lay dead on the ground, eyes glazed over forever. Again. The Doctor fell to his knees, hands supporting his sinking head.
"Now can we get back to me? I hated that guy, always taking the spotlight and his plan that was fail-proof to begin with. So unprofessional." The Doctor aimed his gun at the Doctor. "Get up, c'mon."
"Hey! Leave him alone! Can't you see he's hurt enough?" Dean defended.
Jim pointed his gun at Dean, Sam pulling Dean back and behind him for protection. "Do you ever just shut up?"
"Sammy here can't even get me to." Dean smiled, patting Sam on the chest.
"Mhmmm..." Jim held the palm of his empty hand up, curling and un-curling his fingers fast. "Give it to me."
The Doctor just looked at him.
"I don't have all day." Jim clicked the gun back again, ready for round two.
The Doctor reached into his jacket, pulling out his screwdriver. He did not even stutter when Jim's hand wrapped around it, jerking it out of the Doctor's hand.
"Have fun in your little blue box, Dearie." Jim walked away, no concern of anyone shooting him in the back, for the Dalek was covering for him.
They all silently watched the somehow remaining Angels that may have just now appeared until they vanished from sight.
"Doctor?" John began to step forward.
"Leave him, John." Sherlock said solemnly behind him. "He just needs time right now."
"I'm afraid there isn't much time before things start to take a turn for the worse." Cas looked at the Doctor, who was just staring at the horizon.
"Just out of curiosity, what did that little screwdriver do? Some kind of magic?" Dean asked.
Sam gave him a look.
"It was an honest question! Y'all need to take a chill pill. Doc annihilated the army and one bad guy killed the other, and we're all still here, so I say this turned out pretty OK in my book."
"Dean, you don't know what all he just lost again." Cas said. "His long-lost best friend died in front of him for the second time. Nobody deserves to see that."
Sam could not help but shiver. Nobody deserves to relive the death of someone you care about over and over again.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, but whoa! Plot twist! Love those!
