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Cas falls against me. I help him up with one hand, using the other one to flip off Sam, who is smirking at me.
"What's going on?"
The Doctor pulls out his sonic screwdriver and waves it in the air in a way that reminds me vaguely of a flyswatter.
"We've been transported. The TARDIS is stable, but we need to get off right now."
"Why?"
Sherlock adjusts his scarf.
"If our kidnappers, who I think we can conclude are Lucifer, Moriarity, and the Master, want us off the ship, they'll have us off the ship, one way or the other. If we leave, we keep some semblance of control. We don't want them on the ship with us."
"Thank you for explaining."
Clara concentrates.
"I remember the Master. Vaguely. Did he have a beard?"
A faint smile crosses the Doctor's face.
"Sometimes."
I pull out my handgun and hand it to Cas, who looks at it like he thinks it's going to bite him. Sam sighs and hands me a demon blade.
"You okay, Sammy?"
"Sure. I have no problem walking out to meet the guy who harassed me, sent me hallucinations, and tried to possess me."
"Sorry. I was just trying to help."
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
Clara, The Doctor, John, and Sherlock are looking at us with confused expressions. Cas rolls his sapphire-blue eyes. Wait…sapphire blue?
"That's how they show brotherly affection."
The Doctor shrugs.
"Fair enough. Let's go talk to our abductors."
Sherlock pushes open the doors to the TARDIS, followed by John. I follow him, Cas and Sammy behind me and the Doctor and Clara bringing up the rear.
Lucifer slouches in a swivel chair, looking like a petulant child, quietly talking to a dark haired man in an elegantly cut suit, who leans against the polished wooden desk. A smile spreads across Lucifer's face as he sees Sam. He tenses and I step in front of him, feeling Cas's reassuring presence beside me.
Fancy Suit waves almost flirtatiously at Sherlock. So that's Moriarty.
Perched on the desk is a bleached blonde in a black hoodie and tattered jeans. His eyes immediately lock on the Doctor, who self-consciously adjusts his bow tie. And that's the Master.
"So that bomb was from you, I assume?"
The Master smirks.
"Just saying hello. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"
"There are better ways to say hello."
"Well, you never answer your phone, do you, my dear Doctor?"
Sherlock rolls his eyes.
"So why are we all here? Did you have an actual reason, or were you just bored?"
Moriarty shrugs.
"A little bit of both. I guess you could say we just found each other and decided to have some fun."
Sherlock's eyes zoom from one face to another. He looks almost like a computer.
"Of course, I wasn't expecting my secretary to be working for the Doctor. Clara, you can consider yourself fired."
Clara shakes her head.
"You can't fire me. I quit."
Lucifer snorts.
"She's got you there."
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