I'm doing it as interestingly as I can. Obviously I'm not trying to deviate too much from the original dialogue. I'm adding things here and there. I don't want to change the idea too much. Just adding in Sherlock and John. That's kind of the point of this, right?
As Sherlock and Rory made the return journey with the coffees, Sherlock noticed something wasn't right. They were being followed.
As they walked past a fountain, the detective admired the sculpture of a fountain, they passed it and he looked back briefly, sensing a slight change in one of the cherubs on its side. He shook it off, taking a sip of his coffee, attributing it to the fact that he hadn't slept in two days. They walked through a tunnel and the sound of giggles and running echoed throughout it. The two men stopped and looked at each other.
"Did you hear that?" Rory asked.
"Indeed I did." Sherlock replied, looking around. They didn't hear anything more so they continued on, hearing the giggling again they turned, only to find it had suddenly become night.
"What?"
"What are you two doing here?" A voice asked, Sherlock recognized it immediately, he didn't even turn before answering.
"We were just going to get coffees for the Doctor, John and Amy... Hello River." He smirked and turned, the woman in question lifted her head, smirking from beneath a hat.
"Hello, Sherlock." She looked at Rory, "Dad."
"Where are we? How the hell did we get here?" Rory asked, panicked.
"I haven't the faintest idea, but you'll want to put your hands up." She said.
"Melody Malone." Sherlock said as two men appeared, holding guns. Rory threw his hands up, but Sherlock kept his down.
"You're Melody?" Rory asked, then he looked at Sherlock, "Why don't you have your hands up?"
"Because, I'm a detective, I work with Melody." He said, and River smiled.
"What's your name then?" One of the goons asked.
"He's Sherlock Holmes." River said.
"Alright. Didn't realize he was a real guy. My apologies, sir, I loved all your books." He said as a limo pulls up, "Though I thought you died."
"Faked it." He smirked.
"Get in." The other man said, and they piled into the car.
"Tell me, River. How did we get to the 1930's without the TARDIS?" Sherlock asked.
"I was just about to ask you that myself."
"How did you know we didn't come in the TARDIS?" Rory asked.
"You couldn't have." River turned to her father, "This city's full of time distortions. It'd be impossible to land the Tardis here. Like trying to land a plane in a blizzard. Even I couldn't do it."
"Then how did you get here?" Sherlock asked, intrigued.
"Vortex manipulator. Less bulky than a Tardis."
"Like a motorbike through traffic." Sherlock smirked, River returned the look.
"Exactly." She cooed, "You?"
"I have no idea." Rory said. Sherlock shrugged and rested back against the seat.
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"Doctor, what's River doing in a book? What are Sherlock and Rory doing in a book?" Amy asked, "Well on second thought, what's Rory doing in a book?"
"They went to get coffee! Haven't you been paying attention?!" The Doctor replied as they made their way back to the TARDIS.
"They went to get coffee, and turned up in a book! How does that work?" John asked, trying to keep up with the two time travelers.
"I don't know! We're in New York!" The Doctor exclaimed, throwing his hands up.
"How is that an explanation!?" John remarked.
"Where did you get this book?" Amy asked as they stepped into the TARDIS.
"It was in my jacket." He replied simply.
"How did it get there?" John asked.
"I don't know, how does anything get there? I've given up asking." He slammed his hands down on the console, "Date, I need a date. Does she mention anything about a date? When is this happening?"
"Yes, hang on..." Amy scours the pages, "Aha! April 3, 1938!"
"Read some more, maybe it will help!" John suggested, Amy took that advice.
"'How did you know we didn't come in the TARDIS, asked my father, to which I replied, You couldn't have.'" She read, the Doctor interrupted her.
"Couldn't have? What does she mean by that? Couldn't have?" The Doctor racked his brain to figure it out.
"Be patient! I'm getting to that... 'The city's full of time distortions. It'd be impossible to land the Tardis here. Like trying to land a plane in a blizzard. Even I couldn't do it.' So what does that mean?" Amy asked, confused.
"Even who couldn't do it?" The Doctor smirked to himself, "1938, Easy one!" He exclaimed, flipping switches and pushing buttons when sparks flew and things crashed. The room shook and they struggled to maintain themselves. It calmed suddenly before a fire broke out in the center column.
"What was that?" John shouted.
"1938." Amy answered.
"We just bounced off it!" The Doctor tried think of another way to access the year, "Keep reading!" He shouted as they ran out of the smoking TARDIS and into a graveyard.
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They pulled up to a nice place, and were let out of the car. The three companions filed into the house, one after the other and were met with a slightly overweight fellow. They look around, Sherlock noticing small things here and there, River doing the same. Rory just stood, still confused.
"Early Qin dynasty, I'd say." River beckoned to the vase on a pedestal, "Wouldn't you agree, Sherlock?"
"Oh yes. Definitely." He agreed, though he didn't know much about archeology, unless it had to do with crime, it wasn't necessarily his area.
"Are you an archeologist as well as a detective?" The overweight man asked, "Early Qin dynasty just as you say, you are very well informed."
"And you're very afraid." Sherlock said, "That's a whole lot of locks on one door." He smirked as the man was taken aback.
"River, I'm translating." Rory said, looking at the vases, Sherlock looked and realized he too was translating the language.
"It's a gift of the TARDIS, it hangs around." River explained and Sherlock decided it would come in handy.
"That one." The man said, motioning to Rory, "Put him somewhere, uncomfortable."
"With the babies?" One of the men asked.
"Yes, why not? Give him to the babies." He smirked and laughed slightly. The larger of the men apprehended Mr. Pond and began dragging him off. Sherlock tried to go after them but was held back by the second goon.
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"The Weeping Angels?" Amy asked as the Doctor was putting out fires inside the TARDIS with an extinguisher.
"The what?" John asked.
"It makes sense." The Doctor said, ignoring John's inquiry.
"It makes what?" She asked, she couldn't quite hear him over the sound of the fire extinguisher. He stopped using it and threw it down, joining the other two.
"That's what happened to Rory. That's what the Angels do. It's their preferred form of attack. They zap you back in time, let you live to death." The Doctor explained, though it cleared up nothing for the soldier.
"They do what now?" John asked, his eyes widening. He had to get Sherlock back, he couldn't take losing him.
"Well, we've got a time machine. We can just go and get him." Amy suggested, John nodded in agreement.
"Well, tried that, if you've noticed, and we are back where we started in 2012." The Doctor held up his arms and looked from side to side.
"Yes but, we didn't start in a graveyard." John pointed out.
"Yeah, what are we doing here?" Amy asked.
"Don't know. Probably causally linked somehow. Doesn't matter." He said, turning back to the TARDIS and shouting into it, "Extractor fans on!" The smoke cleared from the room and John couldn't help but wonder why he didn't do that from the beginning, it would have sucked all the air from the fires.
"Well, we're going to get there somehow. We're in the rest of the book." Amy said, flipping through pages.
"Doing what?" John asked, putting his head next to the ginger's
"Page 43, the Doctor's going to break something."
"I'm what?" The Doctor still couldn't hear her clearly, smoke in his ears or something.
Amy reads from the book, "'Why do you have to break mine', I asked the Doctor. He frowned and said, 'Because Amy read it in a book and now I have no choice.'"
"Oh clever writing." John remarked, "What am I doing?" He asked excitedly, turning the page.
"Stop! No! No! Stop! You can't read ahead. You mustn't. And you can't do that." The Doctor exclaimed, John jerked his hands back from the book.
"But we've already been reading it." John said, confused.
"Just the stuff that's happening now, in parallel with us. That's as far as we go." The Doctor warned, taking the book from her.
"But it could help us find Rory." Amy said.
"And Sherlock." John added.
"And if you read ahead and find that one of them dies?" The Doctor held the book to their faces, they both looked down, ashamed, "This isn't any old future, guys, it's ours. Once we know what's coming, it's fixed. I'm going to break something, because you told me that I'm going to do it. No choice now."
"Time can be rewritten." Amy said, John couldn't help but feel like that was a good line.
"Not once you've read it. Once we know what's coming, it's written in stone." The Doctor said, turning and heading back into the TARDIS. John stood up from his position on a gravestone. He glanced down at it before heading into the box after the red head.
"Rory Arthur Williams?" John said quietly. He wondered for a moment what Rory's full name was before he ran into the blue box.
Tisk Tisk, don't read random graves John!
Did you like it? I hope so.
NIGHT!