A/N: I still don't own any of these awesome TV shows. I did get a new Castiel shirt. As always, reviews keep me writing. I've seen the traffic graph, I've seen all the new followers and I want to know what you think! Please?
April 2016
"Hang on, you're trying to tell me you met this guy in ancient Rome?" Chuck asked incredulously. Dean and Sam were having a hard time digesting this too. While both had no trouble believing time travel was real, neither had heard of anyone going more than 50 years in either direction. This grouchy old man was trying to tell them he'd travelled over 2,000 years into the past.
"Yes," the Doctor said. "I met him in 306 A.D. It was the first time I met my fath-friend, Rory. I can't believe I forgot that."
"Really? How many times did you see my face before you remembered me?" Clara asked indignantly, folding her arms and raising an eyebrow.
"That was different," the Doctor said dismissively.
"How?" Clara demanded.
"It just is!" the Doctor huffed throwing his arms in the air. Clara just rolled her eyes.
"The point is," Dean cut into the strange argument. "The Doctor has faced Legion and won, even if it was just temporary. If we can figure out the mechanics maybe we can make it permanent."
"I told you, all he did was try to possess me," the Doctor said. "I don't think extra-terrestrial life is compatible for demons. I also don't think he will try that again in a hurry and that's only if he figures out I'm the same person. I didn't look the same back then."
"Then maybe that's one thing on our side," Sam said.
"What do demons have to do with anything?" Clara cut in. "I mean, they don't exist."
"Every monster you were ever afraid of; vampires, ghosts, werewolves, the Bogeyman, you name it, it's real. All of it and Sam and I, we fight them and kill them."
"What?" Clara asked, her eyes wide. "Are you mental?"
"Is it any different than space aliens?" the Doctor asked softly. Clara looked at the Doctor.
"That's different, I've seen aliens and how they get around without humans knowing but vampires and werewolves?"
"They look just like you and me until they get hungry," Dean said. "Most monsters do."
"And you just kill them?" Clara asked.
"It's better than them killing a bunch of innocent people," Sam said. "Believe me, 99% of the time monsters are no good."
"And demons?" Clara asked biting a nail on her right hand.
"Demons are the worst of the lot," Dean explained. "They don't have bodies of their own so they hijack them from people. Force their way in and use the human basically like a shield. Usually you can safely exorcise them back to hell but they like to play dirty. If they feel too threatened they might fatally wound their host body in hopes to avoid the exorcism."
"What good does that do?" Clara asked.
"My guess is that the demon keeps the host alive as long as it possesses them. Rory mentioned that Blantus got fatally injured a number of times and he was still alive," the Doctor said.
"Demons are spirits twisted and corrupted by hell," Sam explained. "They're already dead so, yeah, essentially the host lives as long as the demon allows. A lot of the hosts die because of exhaustion, dehydration and starvation."
"Makes sense since spirits don't need to eat, sleep, or drink," the Doctor said rubbing his chin. "Now when you say Legion do you mean the one that got banished into swine in the Bible?"
"The very same," Dean said leaning back casually.
"So we're dealing with a real live biblical demon," Clara said. "So is everything in the Bible true then?"
"I don't know if I'd go that far but it seems that a lot of the key players are real," Sam said. "And unfortunately Legion is one of them."
"But you've dealt with demons before, yeah? So it can't be that hard to fight him," Clara said reasonably if not a bit hysterically.
"The thing with Legion is that he isn't like other demons," Dean said. "He can-"
"Possess multiple people at once," the Doctor said. "Weren't you listening to my story at all?"
"Honestly, I tune you out a lot," Clara said blushing a bit. The Doctor rolled his eyes.
"Speaking of which, do you boys know how he does that? I always assumed demon possession was a one person at a time deal."
"I'll have to ask him when I see him," Dean said sarcastically. He turned to Chuck. "Is there any chance you have a picture of this Agrat?"
"As she's all over the news, yeah, I'll just do a Google search," Chuck said opening up a cheap laptop on the desk behind him and doing a quick search. He rolled off to left and the other four looked at the screen. Clara gasped.
"It's Molly!"
A FEW DAYS EARLIER
Mycroft stared at his computer screen. Molly's face was plastered all over it on different news sites. She had been raising hell for some time in Australia but seemed to have moved on to the United States. So far he'd managed to keep Sherlock in the dark but it was getting harder and harder. As she neared more populous cities, as she wreaked more havoc, she made more and more news reports. It was like she was trying to catch Sherlock's attention. Mycroft was almost certain that was exactly what she was doing and he was far from happy about it. It also didn't help that many people were starting to recognize her as one of Sherlock's assistants.
Someone knocked on the door. Mycroft leaned back in his chair and said "Enter." The door opened and his best Hunter walked in. She was dressed in jeans and a Beatles t-shirt, her blonde hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. She looked as tired as he felt with dark bags under her eyes and a pale, drawn look to her face.
"You called?" she yawned. She plopped down in the chair across from Mycroft's desk.
"Yes, I apologize for calling so soon after the vampire nest in Hampshire but this was fairly urgent," Mycroft said. "I believe I have located Miss Hooper-"
"Agrat,"
Mycroft frowned. "She was last seen crossing the New Brunswick border into Maine. It looks like she's meandering through the continent in such a way as to hit as many towns as possible."
"What do you expect me to do? I refuse to face her without a hell of a lot of back up."
"I have been informed that the Winchesters are on her case. Sally called Sam a few hours ago to set up a meeting. She'll be meeting you at the airport in four hours."
She sat up a little straighter, her eyes wide as she stared at Mycroft. "The Winchesters? As in Sam and Dean Winchester? The Sam and Dean who stopped the Apocalypse and Leviathan? Those Winchesters?"
"Precisely," Mycroft said. "I think it prudent you set up a proper rendezvous once you get to the States. Mol-Bathsheba's moving fast so she may not be in Maine once you get there. Especially since the flight will take you to New York. As you said, you'd want a hell of a lot of back up and I believe the Winchesters are the best back up you could ask for."
"Not to sound too terribly excited but thank you for this," she said.
"You and Sally are my best operatives. I wouldn't send anyone else," Mycroft said.
"Am I right in assuming this is a covert mission to keep Legion out of the know?" she asked.
"That would be for the best," Mycroft said. "If this could be done as quietly as possible, Sherlock need not get involved. He's getting impatient. If he has to wait too much longer he may do something rash."
"I didn't think you Holmes boys did anything rash," she smirked.
"Sherlock jumped off a building and blew a man's brains out because his friends were in danger," Mycroft said drily. "I'd hate to see what he'd do to protect Molly."
"What makes her so special?"
Mycroft sighed. "Sherlock may not know it yet but I've seen how protective he's been of Molly since the Moriarty video."
She snorted. "Bet John thinks it's funny."
"I doubt John has any idea," Mycroft said. "I've got a contact in New York who can help you get set up. I've told him your name is Harriet Radcliffe and that you specialize inclose range combat. I also specified that you had first hand demon experience."
"Mostly true," agreed "Harriet." She stood up and stretched. "Does Sally have my ticket?"
"Yes, you best go pack and head to the airport. You do only have a few hours till your flight leaves."
"If I weren't about to go meet the Winchesters, I would be so cross right now," Harriet said as she left the room. Mycroft just chuckled.
&^#%$ #^%&$*&%
Clara sat on Chuck's couch in horrified shock. The Doctor knelt before her, his hand on her knee as he attempted to murmur comforting words to her. She simply stared ahead his words rolling over her.
"I didn't mean to break her," Chuck told Sam and Dean.
"To be fair, it's not every day you find out your best friend got possessed and turned into a psychotic serial killer," Dean replied. Sam glared at his brother.
"Was that necessary?" he hissed.
"Look we have bigger problems than that Sammy. This situation went from gank the demon to something more personal. We now need to safely separate Agrat from Molly."
"Wouldn't you have done that before?" Chuck asked. Sam and Dean didn't reply.
"So what do you propose we do, Dean?" Sam asked. Dean sighed.
"I don't know."
Just then, Dean's phone went off in his pocket. He frowned and dug it out.
"It's a blocked call," he said preparing to press the ignore button.
"Answer it," the Doctor said standing up.
"What? But it's a blocked call," Chuck said nervously.
"Yes and it could be the demon trying to contact us or help that wants to remain anonymous just in case they have the wrong number. Either way, we get information. Answer it," the Doctor repeated. Dean sighed again and pushed answer.
"Hello?"
"Is this Dean Winchester?" a woman's voice asked. British he mouthed at Sam nodding at Clara and the Doctor for emphasis. Sam nodded in understanding.
"Who's asking?" he asked aloud.
"My name is Harriet Radcliffe. My partner, Sally Rodchester, called your brother a few hours ago about a lead on Legion."
"Okay," Dean prompted.
"Well I know more, particularly about his general, Bathsheba. You know, the demon possessing the doctor going around and slaughtering groups of people? I don't want to go into detail over the phone so is there someplace we can meet?"
"How do I know this isn't some sort of trap? How do I know you aren't Agrat?" Dean asked.
"How do you know this isn't?" Harriet replied.
"Touché," Dean agreed. "Why does Britain want to help? To save face?"
"My boss's brother is very close to the possessed and he would like her back. Plus, I've got extensive background on Legion and his lackeys."
"Hang on one moment," Dean said. He pulled his phone away from his ear and covered the mouthpiece. "This woman says she's Sally's partner and wants to meet up to talk demons, specifically Legion. Says she got tons of info. What do you think? Should we risk it?"
He was looking at Sam but the Doctor spoke first. "Yes, she's the only lead we have."
Dean wanted to argue but Sam just shrugged so Dean decided to hold his tongue. He put the phone back up to his ear.
"All right, meet us in Illinois. I'll send you the address."
"Why not just tell me now?" Harriet asked.
"I haven't decided on which safe house to use," he replied before hanging up. Sam quirked an eyebrow.
"Dean, we only have one safe house in Illinois."
Dean ignored him.
A/N: Whoo hoo! I finally finished this chapter. Man it was hard. I changed a few things from an earlier chapter but didn't in my written one and by the time I caught it I realized I was a week behind! GAH! Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter. Also, for those who want to know the time line: This is before the last episode of season 10 of Supernatural, After Sherlock season 3, and sometime before the end of season 9 of Doctor Who. Hope to hear from all you readers. I've had a lot of traffic but no reviews! Please review! Please?
