Sebastian and Moriarty had been researching about The Doctor ever since Rory had spurted his stories through his tortured hell. The encounters of The Doctor, who had met him, his regeneration cycle, the blue box, his companions...His nemesis.
Moriarty was intrigued by this nemesis of The Doctor, researching everything about The Master. His over throw of the world, his games he had played with The Doctor. Jim smirked at this common factor he found himself and this character The Master shared as he wondered if there was any way he could find a way to bring back this mad man...
Moriarty now knew about Time travel, finding this new world fascinating, the complete opposite to Sherlock's bored reaction.
So Amelia Pond was no ordinary girl...No wonder Sherlock had found her so intriguing...Amelia Pond, The Girl who didn't make sense, How could the detective resist?
They had found Amy's childhood diaries of her Raggedy Man after ransacking her empty house in Leadworth. She referred to him as her imaginary friend who doesn't grow old...waiting in her bedroom to see a glimpse of her precious raggedy man to return through the window and whisk her away for adventures once more.
Moriarty had decided he wanted to meet the Time lord. He would do anything to meet this alien mad man and his precious box.
Finding his nemesis...could he still be alive?
Would someone have preserved a section of this Master..somewhere? He questioned to himself, popping another piece of mint chewing gum to the side of his mouth and chewing loudly whilst watching Sebastian and Amy like a hawk, opposite.
Amy was beginning to stir in her sleep, unaware of where she was. She could feel the world rushing around her, almost the movement of some sort of transport. The shrill of the voice of the spider crawling into her dreams every now and then kept trying to wake her, her eyes still unable to open.
Whilst Jim was staring at Amy and Sebastian he noticed she was stirring, she was gently lying next to Sebastian, her head propped up on his knee inside their spacious blacked out windowed limo, her hair falling over her face as she tried to get up. He gave Sebastian a look and a sharp nudge realising his plan could be ruined if Amy woke up too early and realised where they were heading.
Bastian pulled out a needle from his tattered brown doctor's briefcase in front of him on the floor, giving Amy a sharp quick painful shot in the arm sending her arm floppy once more, stuck in her prison of dreams.
Moriarty smirked at Amy's helpless figure as he continued working out his plan, texting contacts to help him get hold of this Master...or any information to find this genius.
"Bastian please keep control of Miss Pond, we can't have her waking up." Moriarty began to tut growling under his breath with a psychotic smile, continuing to text on his phone. He popped some more gum in his mouth looking up slightly, as he cricked his neck in a reptilian fashion.
"Where are we going boss? Sebastian asked completely unsure of the plan this time.
Moriarty smirked and smiled wildly showing his sharp pointy crocodile teeth.
"Neverland Bastian." Moriarty said laughing maniacally, his new fairy tale plan causing him to feel giddy with excitement as he gestured sharply to the driver to speed up.
The dark looming shadow of a limo pulled up outside a gold and red velvet rimmed theatre with dusted laced pillars and golden theatre faces adorning each window. Moriarty had used his contacts to buy out his setting in the Scottish suburbs, surrounded by trees and green forestry, perfect for his plan, right in the middle of this pretty little forest.
He didn't want the bread crumbs to be too hard to follow for the Detective and the Alien man, after all he did want to meet them in all his glory.
He revelled in the pain he was currently causing them both having now realised how much Amy means to both of them. He sniggered as he watched his minions start to set the stage for his showdown.
"All the world's a staaaage boyyyyys!" Moriarty sniggered singing through his words and spinning around to stare at the splendour. He pocketed his phone into his suit pocket, following his boys inside, whilst Sebastian waited patiently with a floppy Amy by the car, unsure of where he was putting her.
Moriarty re-emerged from inside holding a lock and key in his hands, as he beckoned Sebastian to follow him, flirting with his finger. "Come with me Bastian, I know the perfect place to place Miss Pond. They won't be able to get to her unleeeesssssss they cross me." Moriarty hissed as he swung the complex looking padlock around his finger repetitively in a hypnotising gesture.
Sebastian followed Moriarty to a small enclosed room, it looked like a small office, with fancy lanterns adorning the bright red walls. There was a computer and cctv settings facing a window with a tiny hatch to open. It looked like a derelict interrogation room with dim lighting.
"The Box office room." Moriarty said spinning around theatrically as Sebastian tied Amy tightly to the chair securing her with a complicated Gordian knot binding her hands together on the swivel chair in front of the TV screens. "Bastian make sure Miss Pond is comfy, she will be in here quite a while...wellllll I still have much more to do...I will check on you both shortly." Moriarty began as he walked slowly around Sebastian and Amy
Just got to set up my trap for my alien." Moriarty whispered in Sebastian's ear patting him like a pooch as he commanded him with his dark eyes, fierce expression for him to stay with Amy.
"Just don't let her wake up yet!" Moriarty snarled back at him into the room, his expression changing once more, said with such venom he spat lightly in Sebastian's direction. He glared once more at Sebastian, sweeping a look at Amy's lifeless puppet string body hanging motionless on the chair.
Before leaving the room, Moriarty picked up the microphone next to the TV screens on the light pine table, shouting loudly into it, as he watched the set come together on the stage. "THEEEE STAGGGEEE ISS SETTT! LEETTT THEEE SHOWWW BEEEEGIIINNN!"
Moriarty slammed the door shut with a theatrical "BYYYEEEEEE" shouted in a high pitched squeal at both of them.
He contemplated the other cctv rooms he had set up previously, trying to work out where he would want to catch his alien and where he and Sherlock can play a game or two to pass the time.
He decided an ambush would be best to catch his alien. Smashing him over the head and watching him beg for his best friend's safety unless he gives up the TARDIS.
Moriarty contemplated his evil plans, as they circled around in his head, laughing manically at this new prospect, clapping giddily to himself watching his cronies set up his stage. Could he possibly get the Doctor to side with him? Help him learn how to control the TARDIS..He could definitely find the Master if he had access to that machine.
Sherlock has been frantically searching the delightful fairy tale book Moriarty had left for them since their last joyful encounter. But which one would aggravate the Doctor the most..he deducted to himself.
Sherlock looked through his past case notes trying to get to get to grips on Moriarty's new plan. He scanned his kidnapping notes, Amy's abduction police notes.
Lestrade had typed up Amy's abduction notes with such poor grammar, Sherlock had pettily started circling certain phrases and spelling mistakes made. He rolled his eyes as he circled yet another one.
"Hansel and Gretel, Sleeping Beauty..." Sherlock questioned to himself holding his hands under his neck as he pondered, his long fingers grasped over his chin.
"Doctor...Amelia calls you Raggedy man?" Why? Sherlock asked rhetorically, already sussing it out from staring at him. "You clearly don't age, you are her imaginary friend, Amy was in her home town when you arrived at her window, with a magic blue box...ahhh I know which fairy tale Moriarty is trying to do next."
Sherlock finished flicking through the pages of the hefty fairy tale book, stopping when he reached Peter Pan.
He pointed with an obvious expression at the story shoving it under the Doctor's nose.
The Doctor stopped biting his fingernails and tapping his sonic screwdriver with anxiousness, clicking his fingers at Sherlock, taking the book at flicking through the story extremely quickly, now having read it.
"Ahh of course!" The Doctor and John began to exclaim in unison. Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Hardly difficult deduction."
"It's too easy though, Moriarty has done this on purpose. I would assume as well taking the story into full account and how dramatic Moriarty likes to be...it'll be set in Amelia's home town of Scotland."
John looked at Sherlock, slightly bewildered. "Scotland!" John began.
The Doctor dropped the book on the table with a loud "thud" and took Sherlock's hand, shaking it too enthusiastically gripping it tightly and not letting go. "Thank you Sherlock, how wrong can a man be about the great detective." Sherlock retracted his hand from the Doctors with disgust, hating the amount this man likes to touch. He wiped his hands down on his armchair, disgusted by The Doctors handshake.
The Doctor, still oblivious to Sherlock's disgust, patted him lightly on the back, before clasping his sonic screwdriver and pointing it out and spinning it around theatrically in front of them all.
"Gentleman we have quite a trip ahead of us." The Doctor finished, his expression switching between anger and courage.
Sherlock had been ignoring The Doctor and his theatricality as he got up and tied his scarf tightly around his neck and pulled on his hefty hounds tooth coat, lifting up the coat collar high to define his emaciated cheekbones.
"John I have created a sample of Moriarty's henchmen's foot debris, it's got certain asphalt and vegetation which could help us find the location in Scotland." Sherlock began as he shuffled his leather gloves onto each hand and headed straight for the door.
John noticed Sherlock was already rushing out the door and followed quickly behind, hurriedly picking up bits and pieces of winter clothing he had left scattered around the room.
"Doctor you stay here with Mrs Hudson , drink tea and please park your police box somewhere more discreet than our living room." John said hurriedly as he whipped his coat off the coat hanger, placing one sleeve on, before running after Sherlock down the stairs, his coat half on/half off blowing in the breeze.
The Doctor was still playing with his sonic screwdriver as he saw the boys hurry out the door. He pocketed his screwdriver back into his inside pocket and straightened out his bow tie, as he jumped into his box to move it out of the way for when they were to return." He hopped inside and stumbled up the stairs to the TARDIS console, the warm orange lights shining off his worn leather boots as he reached the middle, as he checked his hair in his surveillance screen.
As he began to flick buttons and get ready to take off ,interference occurred on the screen in front of him. The screen started to flicker black and white, like a tape stuck on a blip, as an alarming figure rose from the white noise, giving The Doctor chills, his anger now bubbling up inside of him, as the figure grew more recognisable as Jim Moriarty. He was adorned in a pirate hat, holding up a story book to read. The Doctor gritted his teeth almost to breaking point as he heard Moriarty's shrill of a voice begin to read his anecdotes.
"Stars are beautiful, but they may not take an active part in anything, they must just look on forever. It is a punishment put on them for something they did so long ago that no star now knows what it was. So the older ones have become glassy-eyed and seldom speak (winking is the star language), but the little ones still wonder." "An old star living for hundreds of years...hmmmmmm interestinggg" Moriarty began singing maniacally through his extra commentary.
"Forget them, Wendy. Forget them all." Moriarty began tutting and shaking his head. "Come with me where you'll never, never have to worry about grown up things again." Hmmmm sounds familiar Doctor, Moriarty hissed gleefully through his teeth.
"Never say good-bye because saying good-bye means going away and going away means forgetting." She will forget you Doctor. Moriarty began leaning closer into the screen. "I'll make sure of it" He sneered savouring each word as he spat them out. He continued to read, clearing his throat as he went.
"Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the storieeees."
Every fairy tale needs a good old fashioned villain Doctor. Come find me and bring that magical blue box with you...before Amy's time runs out...Moriarty finished with a mocking pout before clicking his hands.
A sudden ear piercing squeal could be heard in the background as the Doctor's stomach dropped realising who was screaming.
"Sorry Amy he can't hear youuuuuu." Moriarty sang, winking at the screen, mocking her Scottish accent, trying to get under The Doctors skin.
"You hurt one hair on her head and I swearrrr..." The Doctor screamed shaking the screen violently, baring his teeth like a rabid dog in fury.
"So Doctor you and me and little Amelia..." Moriarty said clasping his hands together angelically. "You really want to save her Doctor, then bring that magic box of yours like a good little alien and if you would be so kind as to tell me everything you know about The Master that would be terriffffiiccc!" He sang as he span around on his chair.
"Oh" He continued as he stopped himself mid spin, "Please do bring Sherlock and Johnny Boy as well, I'd love Sherlock to see Amelia like this."
His voice began to fade as Amy's faint screams could be heard once more.
"All the kings horses and all the kings men, couldn't put Amelia back togetherrrr agggaiiiinnnn" He sang with gleeful delight
Moriarty smiled a final devilish chilling crocodile teeth baring smile as his figure began to fade into the dark background, the remnants of his white teeth remaining as the screen started to blip repeatedly once more, returning back to white noise.
"Ameliaaaaaaa!" The Doctor shouted after the screen as Moriarty's figure disappeared into the abyss.
The Doctor trembled as he let go of the screen, holding his head in his hands, trying desperately not to hear the screams of Amelia now encircling his thoughts. He pointed his sonic screwdriver directly at the screen and watched it crack as he broke it into tiny shards, his anger needing to be consoled, his hearts feeling cracked like the screen in front of him, tears strolling down his cheeks, as he thought desperately, how to get her back from that mad man.
He had failed her again. This was more serious than ever before, with one wrong move this spider could have control of his best friend, the TARDIS and the possibility to bring back The Master. He could make The Doctor spill his darkest secrets just from a few screams of Amelia.
This spider needed to be squished and quick.
Meanwhile
As they got to Bart's Sherlock immediately started scanning the fairy tale book for finger prints. Finding nothing of interest, Moriarty had scattered well placed ghost IDs and fake profiles over the pages of the book. "Elegant" Sherlock began, even though it was Amelia, he still he had to admire Moriarty's detail.
John raised an eyebrow as he heard Sherlock say this. "Sherlock." John warned him. "This is Amy we are talking about, for once show some emotion."
"Emotion is for the weak John." Sherlock began staring into his microscope lense, "any sign of emotion towards Amelia and Moriarty will revel in it." Sherlock continued flicking between his lense and the computer.
He began to measure the precise amounts of vegetation on the boots, noticing a lot of forestry and foliage, suggesting it was somewhere spacious and open. There was also small remnants of the tip of a thistles thorn encased into the mud.
Sherlock suddenly got distracted, a rare occasion for him. The pain Amelia was feeling suddenly took over his thoughts and he couldn't concentrate. Sherlock wasn't one for feelings of any sort. Sentiment always would be found on the losing side and would normally cause unnecessary worrying.
He tried pushing it to the back of his mind and continue with his work.
He realised the more he was thinking about Amelia, the more he couldn't focus on this case.
The fact Moriarty was hurting her, was angering Sherlock but he didn't care that much?
He thought about Amy and her marginally helpful deductions to him on his cases. She seemed to really appreciate his work and tolerate him and they have had good times together...
"Sherlock?" John had come over to tap Sherlock lightly on the shoulder, after realising he had been staring an unusually long time at the chair opposite him.
"Are you ok?" John asked encouragingly with a smug smile on his face.
"Galloway forest park!" Sherlock suddenly shouted snapping out of his trance, not even realising John had been continuously tapping him on the shoulder for a minute or two.
"The thistles are of a rare vegetation that grows near the largest forest in Scotland, parts of the forest haven't even been explored John." "Perfect sense that Moriarty and his men would head somewhere untouched, unknown to the general public." Sherlock exclaimed now looking at John for his normal gratitude.
"Fantastic!" John said as he realised Sherlock's logic. "Sherlock we do have to be careful though, we can't just go rushing off to Scotland, especially not with The Doctor." "It's very risky." John said being the voice of reason.
John looked at Sherlock, hoping he would understand what he was saying. Sherlock gave him a look of confusion as his brow furrowed before he rolled his eyes at John.
"John danger follows me everywhere I go and I always win, why should I be worried?" Sherlock said almost chuckling through his speech, still not getting what John was trying to be delicate about.
"Sherlock..errmm." John cleared his throat trying to think how to approach this.. "The person..err..in trouble is Amy.." John continued looking at Sherlock, trying to hope he would click.
"Oh John do spit it out, I know your grammar isn't the best at times, but I was sure you could string a sentence together." Sherlock said teasingly grabbing his coat and scarf from behind his chair as he scurried around collecting his evidence.
John sighed and took a deep breath. "Here goes.." He whispered to himself."
"Sherlock you care for Amy, a great deal, even if you won't admit it, it's plain to see to everyone but yourself!" John finished, squeaking the last part of his sentence out.
Sherlock stopped in his tracks, thinking for a moment, as he wrapped his coat around himself... "Don't be absurd John..." Sherlock replied finally after a long thought he would not share with anyone. "Come on we have to get back now we know where we are heading, The Doctor needs to teach us TARDIS coordinates.
John shook his head, knowing full well that the pause Sherlock had taken before speaking, was the very moment Moriarty had known all along. Sherlock was experiencing feelings for Amelia and Moriarty was playing on this to GET SHERLOCK straight in the heart.
John grabbed his coat and ran after Sherlock once more as they hurried down the corridor of Bart's to hail a black cab to 221B.