AN: Alright, how much do you all hate me because of the cliffhanger? I think you MIGHT hate me even more after this. I've rewritten this chapter. There are 2 versions of it, one where Sherlock becomes Lockie and one where Sherlock is still Sherlock. Guess which one this one is! Leave a review or PM me if you want me to post the other chapter. I'll post it.
InkySpectacles: What did your French worksheet do to you? I don't think it deserved to be discarded like The Rani, I did think about bringing her into the previous chapter, the problem is, I haven't watched her and have only listened to her in an audio so I don't know her character well enough and aren't brave enough to risk it. I might bring her into the flashbacks as I do have one of her storylines on DVD.
Hint, hint, Mycroft's protectiveness. That is all.
Anyway, enjoy the chapter :)
The Doctor banged against the door.
"Sherlock, no! Don't open the watch! Lockie can't come out yet! I need Sherlock! Tell me you haven't opened the watch!" He shouted through the door.
There was no response from the person inside.
The Doctor tried to open the door, it wouldn't move. Instead he tried to use his sonic screwdriver, "Why won't you open? Why are doors made of wood?" He whined to himself, he banged on the door even harder, "Sherlock, listen to me! I know you're curious, I know you're determined to find out, I know that you have this overwhelming desire to open the watch, but you can't! I need you! The world needs you! Lockie can't come out yet, you're not ready! It's dangerous when you're not ready. Sherlock, are you listening to me?" The Doctor groaned in frustration and turned to John, "John, I need you to open that door!"
"What do you mean? How can it be locked? There isn't even a lock on it."
"Never mind that now. I just need you to open the door. Sherlock could be in trouble!"
"What kind of trouble?" John asked.
"John, listen to me, this is very important. There is a man inside that watch who is in desperate need to escape, if he comes out then Sherlock is gone. I need Sherlock to help me catch Draxon, not Lockie. Sherlock isn't ready for that yet. It's dangerous if he isn't ready! Now, open the door!"
John stepped in front of The Doctor, the yellow light seeping under the door got brighter momentarily, before getting dimmer. The urgency to open the door increased.
Sherlock was sitting on his bed. The fob watch glowing brightly in one hand and his phone against his ear in the other. He was talking to someone, talking to them angrily, almost shouting at them.
"Sherlock, you can't open it yet, you're not prepared for it! Listen to me, brother!" Mycroft almost shouted. His usual composure was lost as he watched the security footage pointing at Sherlock's bedroom window.
"No, Mycroft, you lied to me! You've been hiding this from me since the start. The nightmares, the dreams, the stories, the daydreams, my imagination! It was all true! It had all happened! You told me it was freakish to imagine things like that! You told me they weren't real. They were only part of my imagination. How do you explain the glowing fob watch then? How do you explain the journal?" Sherlock was demanding and angry. His brother had been lying to him since the start. He knew it was all true!
"Little brother, listen to me! You must not open that watch! You are not ready to open it! Yes, they were real, but I was never sure of that. You weren't allowed to know as a child, your mind wouldn't have coped. Sherlock, you are not ready for this. Put the watch back into your drawer. Talk to Lestrade, he's the one that you need to talk to, and then, when you're ready, I will tell you what happened."
Before Sherlock could say anything else, Mycroft had hung up. Sherlock looked at the watch in his hand, his panic was increasing, it was glowing brighter, it was humming and vibrating, and it was talking to him.
"Open me up, let me out. I can't stay in this much longer, I need to come out. Please, open me up; let me out, you need to open me. He will die if you don't. The world will die if you don't. You may not be ready, but I am, and I need to be let out. Now! I NEED TO COME OUT!"
The light was getting dimmer, but it was still trying to talk to him. An onslaught of memories invaded his mind.
A man in a cricket uniform, celery stalk on his lapel, white trainers, blond hair, light brown eyes, childish smile and a crooked tooth. He was talking to a younger boy dressed a green and yellow top, green trousers, a gold star pinned to the chest of his t-shirt.
"Come on, Adric, you don't want to miss out on all the fun." He said as he smiled.
"Doctor, we've visited Franlod three times, I don't see what would be so fun about visiting it for a third time."
A different man spoke up; he had mousy brown hair, dark brown eyes, hard expression that quickly softened, grey jumper, black trousers, and converse shoes.
"It's a fun planet, Adric, Siggy and I have visited it 5 times, it's never boring." His voice was soft.
Adric sighed, "This is the last time, Doctor."
A different man, he had white hair and a cane, he was wearing a suit, and a scarf was wrapped around his neck. He was pointing at things inside the TARDIS.
"That is the dematerialising control, and that, over yonder, is the horizontal hold. Up there is the scanner, those are the doors and that is a chair with a panda on it." He seemed to get more sarcastic and then made it quite clear to the man beside him that he wanted to be left alone.
"Honestly, Siggy, there's no need to be like that." Said Lockie. Lockie was also dressed in a suit, he had wild blond curls and a small scarf around his neck, he held a pipe in one hand and a book in the other.
"I wouldn't be like this if he'd only open his eyes. It's pretty obvious what all this stuff is." The Doctor replied grumpily.
"They're human, Siggy. They're not used to Time Lord technology, especially technology as advanced as the TARDIS."
A woman stood between two other people. She had long blonde hair, dark brown eyes, looked to have overdone her mascara. She was wearing a grey and red hoodie, blue jeans and white trainers. She was standing between two other men trying to keep them apart. One of them had short black hair and blue eyes; he was wearing a black leather jacket, green jumper, black trousers and boots. He spoke with a northern accent. The other man had wavy blond hair and dark green eyes; he was wearing a dark blue shirt, a thin blue body warmer, blue trousers and white trainers. Both looked angry at each other and appeared to be arguing.
"You said that we should have gone back to save him, and look where that put us! You almost got Rose killed!" His northern accent was stronger when he was angry.
"Doctor, I'm fine." Rose whispered.
"I suggested we go back and save him, you insisted on messing with the computer, if you hadn't done that Rose wouldn't have been hurt!" He shouted back.
"So suddenly it's my fault now?"
"Shut up both of you!" Rose shouted. Both men stopped and looked at her, "What's happened has happened. You both managed to stop the planet from being destroyed and I only ended up with a bump on my head. If you two are going to insist on acting like children then neither of you are going anywhere! Are you done? You going to start acting like adults or are you still acting like children?"
Both men grumbled, "Fine."
With trembling fingers he searched for the number. One ring. Two rings. Three. Four. And then an answer.
"Dad," Sherlock said, his voice held slight fear and panic.
"Sherlock, what is it?" Lestrade replied, concerned and worried. Sherlock only called him dad in times of great stress. The last time was a few months ago, when he'd been attacked and had a very frightening nightmare.
"He's been hiding something from me, Dad. Mycroft has been hiding it from me since the start. Those nightmares were real." Sherlock replied shakily.
"What do you mean? How can they be real?" Lestrade asked.
"It's the watch. It's got the real me inside it. Sherlock was never real. Lockie was. Lockie is a real person, he's trapped inside the fob watch, and everything written in the journal is real. It wasn't just some nightmares my imagination came up with."
"Sunshine, you're not making much sense. Those dreams are not real, we've been through this many times, although they may seem very real to you, they're not. They were imagined." Lestrade replied calmly.
"They are real! They appeared very real to me because they happened, they are Lockie's memories. Lockie's reality. Can you hear it talking? It wants me to open it. To let him out. But if Lockie comes out, then I leave forever."
"Sunshine, listen to me, do not open that watch! I lost you once before and I am not going to lose you again!" He sounded insistent. Desperately trying to convince Sherlock not to open the watch.
Sherlock looked at it, the light was growing dimmer, the person inside was growing quieter, the memories beginning to halt. Lockie was beginning to quieten down, as if he'd given up or fallen asleep. Realisation dawned on him. He wasn't real. He was a fake. He was only there to keep the body alive for Lockie's return. Everything he experienced, everything he's ever done, every relationship he's ever had, would all mean nothing. Because once Lockie returns, Sherlock dies. He was created so Lockie could hide.
"Sherlock? Sunshine, you there? Sherlock, listen to me! I want you to put the watch down, hide it, put it somewhere you won't be able to find it. I do not want you to touch it again. Now, I'm getting in the car and I will be there soon. I need you to calm down. Can you do that for me? I will be there real soon, I promise." Concern filled his voice and Sherlock could hear the car rumbling as it started.
"Okay." Sherlock put the phone down and stared at the watch. Its light was almost gone. The voice became nothing than frantic whispering and soon it became nothing. The vibration from it was slowing and coming to a halt. It was at that point the door flew open. Wide-eyed from earlier, Sherlock looked towards the door, slowly trying to control his trembling hands.
John rushed in first followed by The Doctor. He saw Sherlock sitting on the bed with the fob watch in his hand. He was pale, hands trembling; breathing was slightly faster than normal. John ran towards his friend and sat down on the bed beside him, putting a hand on the side of his head.
"Sherlock, are you okay?"
Sherlock breathed in deeply, "I'm fine."
The Doctor took the watch from Sherlock's hand, it started to glow again. John could have sworn he heard The Doctor talking to it.
"I know, you want to come out. You can't, Lockie, he's not ready yet. I still need him. It's been 36 years, I understand that you need to come out but he isn't ready yet. He still needs more time, and I still need him. There's something he can do that you can't. I'm sorry, Lockie." A haunted expression filled his face. Sadness and regret was hidden deep inside his eyes. The Doctor quickly wiped the expression off his face and turned around. John was pointing an angry finger at him.
"You better start explaining what the hell is going on, right now!" John demanded angrily.
"All in due time. Now, I really need Sherlock's help, the fate of the world depends on it."
Sherlock gave a huff, "That's a bit dramatic. You only need my skills of deduction." Sherlock said, gaining some composure back and slowly returning to himself.
"Sherlock!" Came Lestrade's voice from the stairs.
"I know you want it explained, but this is really important! I really need Sherlock's help!" The Doctor replied urgently.
Lestrade came into the room, he looked at Sherlock and John, whom were sitting on the bed, and then he looked at The Doctor. An angry expression filled his face.
"And what are you doing here?"
John looked at Lestrade, "You know him?"
"No, he was at the crime scene this morning, after Sherlock collapsed, claiming that I wouldn't be able to solve the case without his help. He's mental."
"Yes, I'm a mad man, and you still haven't solved the case, have you, Detective?" The Doctor said in a rush. He then turned to Sherlock, "Sherlock, I need your help. You were right; I need your skills of deduction to help me stop Draxon. His machinery is too advanced and complicated for me to understand and I know your skills will help me find the right buttons to try and stop him."
Lestrade pointed a finger, "No, Sherlock is not going with you. You will only cause more trouble!"
Sherlock stood up, "Shut up, Everyone!" He shouted, everyone stopped and looked at him. Sherlock walking towards The Doctor and started talking in a low voice, "You are the only one who seems to know what is going on. Now, you will explain to me what the watch and journal is about. Explain that to me now, and I will help you, otherwise, you can stop him on your own." He took the fob watch and put it in his own pocket.
"Very good, Sherlock, except…." He replied in an equally low voice, he looked at his watch, "we have less than 17 minutes to stop Draxon or this planet burns."
"You better mean that otherwise I will be very disappointed."
"Wait a moment, who's Draxon?" Lestrade asked, clearly very confused.
The Doctor turned to him with a smile on his face, "Ah, Detective, Draxon is the man who murdered your three victims, and he will burn this planet if I don't receive Sherlock's help. Come along, Holmes."
The Doctor walked out of the room with Sherlock quickly following behind.
AN: What did you think? This chapter actually took me a long time. I was constantly changing bits and rewriting other parts. After they stop Draxon is when everything gets explained. The watch gets opened when things get worse. Have some patience.
Anyway, like I said earlier, I have an alternate version of this chapter, if you wish to see it, tell me through a review or PM me. I'll either upload it on this story (probably when it's ended) or upload it separate. This is what happens to me, I want a story to go both ways but it can only go one way so I create an alternate story. If you do wish to see it, this does mean that there's going to be an alternate chapter to every chapter I post. Even though I need Sherlock to complete the story, it felt somewhat less disappointing to bring in Lockie, which is a reason as to why I created the alternate chapter.
Hope you enjoyed it and that they weren't too out of character; next update will be on the weekend. Have a nice day :)
~Steffii
