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John ignored the suspicious and hostile stares being directed towards himself and Sherlock. Inwardly he was cursing the consulting detective - infiltrating a high security army base was not one of his better ideas. Then again, despite his astonishing intelligence, the taller man couldn't quite grasp the concept of self preservation.

And of course, he always dragged John into these situations as well. It was just as well that Bob Frankland, an apparent "fan" of Sherlock's, was there to get them out, otherwise things could have turned ugly.

Very ugly.

"So...?" John prompted, looking at Sherlock.

"So?"

"What was all that about the door?"

Sherlock, for whatever reason, had shown particular interest in a locked door marked 'Restricted Access'. Of course, John had noticed it too, but in a military compound, there were bound to be hundreds of them. He couldn't understand why that specific one had caught the detective's interest.

To his irritation, Sherlock only smiled smugly and flipped up the collar of his long jacket.

"Oh, please, can we not do this, this time?"

"Do what?"

"You being all mysterious with your cheekbones and turning your coat collar up so you look cool."John let some exasperation seep into his words.

Sherlock stopped walking. "I don't do that."

"Yeah you do."

Eager to get away from Baskerville and the unwelcoming atmosphere, John got in the car, effectively cutting off Sherlock's possible retort by slamming the door.

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The landscape flashed by the window as they drove in silence. However, John's curiosity soon got the better of him.

"So, the door."

He could feel the smugness radiating from the taller man, but all Sherlock did was nod. "The door."

John waited expectantly.

"What's so special about a locked door in a military base? Well, exactly, nothing; except this one was new."

"So...?"

"Think about it, John. Military are organized, tidy. Bases are built with all their secret rooms and corridors planned out to the millimetre. They don't just create new ones."

"How did you know it was new? It could have been there for years," John protested.

Sherlock glanced at him. "No, it was new. The sign was too shiny, the colours too bright. The door was much older than the sign. You could see that from the stains around the frame, from the constant opening and closing."

John nodded, accepting the explanation. "What else? Surely that wasn't it."

"Always, John, look at the people. They can tell you more than anything else.

They were nervous. All of them. Most tried too hard not to look at the door, as if they were scared of what was in it and wanted to pretend that it wasn't there. "

John frowned, thinking. "But what could scare a bunch of military scientists? I mean, they didn't seem to have too many morals when it came to their work."

Sherlock didn't answer.

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Jenny dreamed.

She dreamed of her birth planet, Messaline. The dark corridors and rooms, lit by artificial light while the windows showed only darkness and dirt. The sounds war; General Cobb's shouted orders, marching feet and the hissing made by the cloning machines as new soldiers stepped out, ready to fight.

But she wasn't underground, with the army. Jenny was in the garden, walking among the flora, breathing in the fresh air. The smell of flowers and other plants, so uniquely beautiful. She turned happily to share the beauty with her companion.

The Doctor was standing behind her, watching with a smile on his face as she discovered new things all around. Jenny opened her mouth to say something, but was stopped by a noise coming from back the way they had walked. She exchanged a grin with her father.

"Love the running," the Doctor quoted. He held out a hand, which she took. "Allonsy!"

They raced down the path together, her heart racing from adrenaline like never before. She laughed, the sound bursting from her. On and on they ran, never getting tired.

Jenny didn't know how, but suddenly they were in the clearing with the terraforming device. It was still in its glass case, still in transit state. Jenny stopped suddenly, with a horrible feeling that she knew what was going to happen.

Then the Doctor wasn't next to her, holding her hand, but by the terraforming. And General Cobb's army was there, as was the Hath, and the Doctor was smashing the glass case of the terraforming device on the ground and-

A gunshot, a pain in her chest, the Doctor reassuring her that it would be okay, just hold on, and she tried to, she did, except the world was fading away, not to black but to white.

Jenny gasped, drawing in a ragged breath. She was still in her cell, in Baskerville, on Earth. There was no terraforming, no army, no Doctor. Just her and the empty, blank walls.

Pulling her knees to her chest, the young blonde began to cry.

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"This time it's actually legal, right?" John asked Sherlock as they, for the second time, approached the gates of Baskerville.

"Oh yes," Sherlock replied. "Mycroft gave his permission."

"Right."

Sherlock slowed the car, and stopped before the gates, handing ID that John really hoped wasn't fake to the guard. He then turned to his companion.

"I need to see Major Barrymore as soon as we get inside."

"Right," John said again.

"Which means you'll have to start the search for the hound."

"Okay."

"In the labs. And try and have a look behind that locked door, will you?"

John nodded, and they fell silent as the guard waved them through after the ID that the detective had given him came back legitimate.

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Sherlock looked down at the major, who was sitting in his seat, seething with anger.

"Oh, you know I'd love to. I'd love to give you unlimited access to this place. Why not?"

The consulting detective would have smiled, but he did have to keep up pretences. "It's a simple enough request, Major."

"I've never heard of anything so bizarre," said Barrymore in disgust.

Sherlock ignored him. "You're to give be twenty-four hours. It's what I've...negotiated."

"Not a second more," the major hissed at him. "I may have to comply with this order, but I don't have to like it." Trying to regain some of his authority, the man turned back to his chair, effectively dismissing Sherlock.

As he began to leave, Major Barrymore spoke again.

"I don't know what you expect to find here, anyway."

Sherlock swung back around. "Perhaps the truth."

The other man seemed to find his comment amusing. "About what?" He paused, looking Sherlock up and down. "Oh, I see. The big coat should have told me."

Unsure what conclusions the major could have drawn from his coat, the detective frowned.

"You're one of the conspiracy lot, aren't you?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes. He had no time for the foolery that people believed in. Conspiracy theories and their theorists were a waste of time.

"Well, then, go ahead, seek them out; the monsters, the death rays, the aliens." Major Barrymore grinned, as though he'd made a joke, but Sherlock noted a small tension in his eyes as he mentioned aliens.

"Have you got any of those?" He asked flippantly, looking for any other reactions. The major rolled his eyes, but it was forced - the small hesitation before the action was telling.

Interesting, thought Sherlock. Aloud, he said, "Oh, just wondering."

Barrymore seemed determined to play it out, however. "A couple." Half-truth. " Crash landed here in the sixties." Lie. "We call them Abbott and Costello." Sarcasm. "Good luck, Mr Holmes."

The conversation was evidently finished.

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Whatever Sherlock had done, the end result was that most of the labs were empty.

John stepped out of the elevator, and what had been a busy lab on their last visit was unoccupied except for two scientists - and they left as soon as he entered.

Deciding to cut to the chase, John headed straight for the Restricted Access door that Sherlock had pointed out. He had to admit, his was quite curious about what dirty little secret Baskerville was hiding behind it.

His card, given to him grudgingly by some soldier, opened the door as he swiped it. Glad that it had worked, and not set off some alarm (like usual), John stepped inside.

"Oh my god," he breathed.

He hadn't expected this. Out of everything that could have been behind the locked door, never had he imagined this.

Because curled up in a corner of the room was not a monstrous hound, or even some other genetic mutation. It was a girl.

A human girl.

"Oh my - Jesus Christ." John felt like swearing. What was a young girl doing here? It was obvious that she wasn't here working. A horrible thought crossed his mind. Was - was she being experimented on?

At the sound of his voice the girl shifted. The movement jolted John out of his shock, and he moved closer, crouching in down to present less of a threat.

"Hey, hello, I'm John. Are you alright?"

The girl lifted her head, and John saw her face. "Jo-John?"

This time he did swear. It was Jenny.