One More Time
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One More Time
Twenty-One: Hound III
Oriana walked over to 221B and she knocked on the door, it was opened by Joan's nice landlady.
"Hello, Dr. Rison is good to see you." Mrs. Hudson told her.
"Hello, I'm looking for Joan is she perhaps home?" Ori asked.
"Oh, sorry dear she and Sherlock left on a case, didn't she mention it when she called the office." Mrs. Hudson asked knowing that Joan tended to call the office, when she was leaving.
"I took a few days off; it was going to be a girl's night actually." Ori told her.
"Oh." Mrs. Hudson said. "Well I will tell her when you come in."
"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson." Ori said and walked away. She hadn't wanted to tell Daniel, but she was certain that Joan had been Bella; she felt that pull that Joan was Bella. She was also worried, was Sherlock someone they knew before or was he no one. Had anyone else woken up?
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Joan didn't think this was a good idea at all; it wasn't as if she believed in the Hound but the fact that they were sending the boy to a traumatic experience it got her doctor side up in arms. The flashlights were not helping. She heard moving in the bushes and went to look for the sound. She saw something in the distance it looked like a light flashing.
"Sherlock." She whispered but he wasn't there. She got out her notebook and knew it could be code so she copied it down.
"U—M—Q—R—A?" she asked wondering what it could mean. "Sherlock." She whispered again putting her notebook on her pocket and went to follow Sherlock and Henry hoping they hadn't gotten in trouble. She walked in the forest and she didn't like it, it reminded her of certain things, she couldn't remember. She remembered being in a forest like this.
"Gandalf said not to lose the path." She said to absolutely no one and she suddenly heard a howl. She went to follow it. She knew they needed to get out of the Mirkwood or they wouldn't be able to get out of it. She moved and saw Sherlock.
"Did you hear that?" she asked him.
"We saw it, we saw it." Henry told her and she didn't understand.
"No, I didn't see anything." Sherlock told them.
"What? What are you talking about?" Henry asked.
"I didn't see anything." Sherlock said.
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"He must have seen it, he must have." Henry told Joan. "Why would he say that? It was there it was."
"Henry, Henry I need you to sit down, try and relax, please." Joan told him.
"I'm okay, I—I—I feel okay." Henry said.
"Listen I will give you something to help you sleep." Joan told him.
"This is good news Joan, it's—it's good news." Henry told her. "I'm not crazy there is a hound, there is and Sherlock saw it too, no matter what he says."
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Joan left Henry and went to find Sherlock, who was sitting in-front of a fire.
"Well he's in a very bad way, he's manic." Joan told Sherlock. "Totally convinced there's some mutant super-dog roaming the moors. And there isn't, thought is there. If people knew how to make a super-dog, we'd know it'd be for sell I mean that's how it works. Listen on the moor I saw someone signaling Morse, I guess its Morse it doesn't seem to make much sense. U, M, Q, R, A does that mean anything?" Joan looked at Sherlock who didn't seem to be there. "Okay, so what do we got? We know there are foot-prints Henry saw them and so did the tour guide bloke, we all heard something, and maybe we should look for whoever's got a big dog." Joan said.
"Henry's right." Sherlock said and Joan looked at him.
"What?" Joan asked.
"I saw it, too."
"What?" Joan asked because she couldn't believe it.
"I saw it too, Joan." Sherlock told her.
"Just—just a minute, you saw what?" Joan asked.
"A hound, out there in the Hollow." Sherlock told her. "A gigantic hound." Joan chuckle.
"Um, Sherlock we have to be rational about this." Joan told him. "Okay, now you of all people can't just—let's just stick to what we know, yes? Stick to the facts."
"Once you've ruled out the impossible, whatever remains however improbable must be true." Sherlock told her.
"What does that mean?" Joan asked. Sherlock grabbed his glass and seem to look at it.
"Huh. Look at me, I'm afraid Joan." Sherlock told her. "Afraid."
"Sherlock." Joan said.
"I've always been able to keep myself distant, divorce myself from feelings, but look you see body's betraying me." he said shaking the glass. "Interesting, yes emotions, the grit on the lens, the fly in the ointment."
"Yeah, all right, Spock just—take it easy." Joan told him. "You've been pretty wired lately really you know that."
"I think you've just gone out there and got yourself a bit worked up."
"Worked up?" Sherlock asked her.
"It was dark and scary."
"Me? There is nothing wrong with me." Sherlock told her. "Hm…"
'Sherlock." She said getting worried about him. "Sher—"
"There is nothing wrong with me, do you understand!" he snapped and she jumped, he didn't care people were looking. "You want me to prove it, yes."
"We're looking for a dog, yes? A large dog, that's your brilliant theory? Cherchez le chien! Good excellent." He said. "Yes, where shall we start with them—"Sherlock began to tear the other people apart telling Joan about the son and her mother widow. Sherlock told her about them having a small dog. He wanted to be left alone.
"Okay, yeah okay." Joan told him. "But why would you listen to me, I'm just your friend."
"I don't have friends." Sherlock snapped and it was slap if Sherlock could ever deliver one.
"No, I wonder why." Joan said and got up and left him.
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Joan followed the light she thought was Morse to find out it was not Morse but teens having a good time. She walked down and Sherlock send her a text to see the therapist that belonged to Henry and he sent her a picture of the therapist. The man wasn't her type, but she guessed it was the last thing before she left home, then she was going to go visit Garrett for a few days to get away from Sherlock.
She hadn't expected Doctor Frankland to interrupt her talk with Henry's therapist even if the therapist was flirting with her. She couldn't help but bring Sherlock up in the conversation and the man interrupted her and blew up her cover, she didn't like it.
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"It's been a while since you've come to family dinner Daniel." Dis told him.
"I can't come visit family now?" Daniel asked and Oriana was with him.
"Not at all you're welcomed." Dis said and hugged Ori. "Lucky for both of you the boys are home and not with their girlfriends."
"Teenagers." Daniel said.
"Tell me about it; Sigrid and Tauriel are good girls even if Garret gets on Thomas's nerves a lot." Dis said. Ori knew the names and was wondering if Phillip and Kilian had met their ones already.
"Daniel, Ori is good to see you." They turned to see Phillip standing there with a smile.
"Is good to see you, Fili." Ori said and tried to cover her tracks, but it was a little late Phillip seemed to guess.
"It seems we have a lot of catching up to do." Phillip said. With a smile.
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To Daniel and Oriana's surprised it seemed Phillip and Kilian remembered their old lives very well.
"Do you know where the others are?" Daniel asked.
"None remember we have looked." Kilian said.
'Have you found our Burglar?" Daniel asked.
"No." Phillip said and Ori had not being with them for most of her life not to know when they were lying. Wen Daniel went with Thomas to talk, she turned on the boys.
"I know where Bella is, so do you, why didn't you tell him the truth." Ori asked.
"She doesn't remember." Kili told her.
"Gandalf asked us not to push her." Fili told her.
"You've met him."
"Yes, he doesn't want us to overwhelm Bella."
"He doesn't want Thorin to find her." Ori told them. "I remember very well the way Gandalf acted and he acted to polite to Thorin after everything that had happen but the relationship was never the same, Gandalf doesn't want Thorin to find Bella."
"Of course he doesn't, considering he's her Father in this life." Fili told her and that surprised Ori, but she understood.
"Thorin won't hear it from me." Oriana told them. Fili and Kili sent her grateful looks, when she was left alone Daniel walked up to her.
"They told you didn't they?"
"Yes." Oriana told him.
"They don't want Thorin to know."
"Bella seems to have found someone." Ori told him and it was the truth, she remembered the way Sherlock looked at Joan and if she was right about her theory Thorin had no chance with Joan at all. Joan had told her of many dates Sherlock interrupted and the way Joan sometimes acted; it gave her a good idea.
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In the morning Joan wasn't feeling well and she just wanted to leave and she was in the cemetery for it all. She didn't expect to see Sherlock inside.
"Did you get anywhere with that Morse code?" Sherlock asked her.
"Nah." Joan said getting off the steps and about to walk away from him, which made Sherlock panic a bit, he couldn't lose her.
"U, M, Q, R, A wasn't it, Umqra." He said following her.
"Nothing."
"Umqra."
"Look forget it, I thought I was onto something, I wasn't." Joan told him.
"Sure?"
"Yeah." She said trying to will the headache away.
"How about Louis Mortimer did you get anywhere with him?" he asked.
"No." she said and he wanted to hide his glee.
"To bad. But did you get any information?"
"You're being funny now." Joan told him.
"Thought it might break the ice a bit." Sherlock told her.
"Funny doesn't suit you, let's stick with ice." Joan said coldly.
"Joan."
"It's fine." Joan told him.
"Wait, what happened last night, something happened to me, something I've not experience before?" He admitted to her.
"Yes, you said, Fear, Sherlock Holmes got scared you said." she told him and he turned her around to see her.
"No, no, no. it was more than that Joan it was doubt." Sherlock told her. "I felt doubt. I've always been able to trust my senses, the evidence of my own eyes until last night.'
"You can't actually believe you saw some kind of monster?" Joan told him.
"No, I can't believe that." he told her. "But I did see it, so the question is how, How?"
"Yes, yeah, right good, so you've got something to go on than, good luck with that." Joan said and walked from him.
"Listen, what I said before, Joan, I meant it." Sherlock told her. "I don't have friends, I've just got one."
"Right." Joan said and tried not to smile as she walked away.
"Joan! Joan!" Sherlock screamed. "Joan! You are amazing! You are fantastic!"
"Yes, all right don't overdo it." Joan told him.
"You may not be the most luminous of people, but as a conductor of light, you are unbeatable."
"Cheers! What?" Joan asked because she heard a compliment there, did he just call her his Light.
"Some people who aren't geniuses have amazing ability to stimulate it in others."
"Hold on, you were saying sorry a minute ago don't ruin it." Joan told him. "So what have I done that's so bloody stimulating?" she asked. He showed her his notebook with the word HOUND written on it.
"Yeah."
"What if it's not a word, what if it's individual letters?" He told her.
"You think it's an acronym?" she asked.
"Absolutely no idea, but—" he cut himself off. "What the hell are you doing here?" he snapped seeing Lestrade the Bowman.
"Oh nice to see you too." Lestrade said. "I'm on holiday would you believe?"
"No I wouldn't." Sherlock told her.
"Hello Joan,"
"Greg." She said with a smile and that didn't land right with Sherlock.
"I heard you were in the area, what are you up to?" he asked. "Are you after this Hound of Hell like on the telly?"
"I'm waiting for an explanation Inspector, why are you here?"
"I've told you I'm on holiday." Greg said and Joan turned her head the headache was back and bit more brutal but Sherlock wasn't paying attention trying to get information out of Lestrade.
'Do you trust them?' she heard Greg's voice but Greg was fighting with Sherlock. 'I don't want him to hurt you, I've known many that speak flowery words just to get what they want Bella.'
'They won't hurt me Bard.' She answered. 'He won't.'
'Are you sure? I worry for you, you remind me of seeing Sigrid and Tilda in your place, he will bring wrath and ruin to Lake Town and you if you're not careful.'
'I promise I will Bard, they won't tell you but thank you for your hospitality.'
'The Master will hunt me.'
'I will help you.'
'You have a soft heart Bella he will break it if he can.' Bard warned her and his eyes were pleading her, but she trusted Thorin he wouldn't hurt her.
"One mention of Baskerville and he sends down my handler to spy on me incognito." Sherlock said. Joan was back in the present. "Is that why you're calling yourself 'Greg'."
"That's his name." Joan said.
"Is it?"
"Yes, if you'd ever bothered to find out." Lestrade answered. "Look I'm not your handler, and I just don't do what your brother tells me."
"Actually you could be just the man we need." Joan said.
"Why?" Sherlock asked her.
"Well, I've not been idle Sherlock." Joan told him. "I think I might have found something, here." She said taking out the paper she had ripped out. "I didn't know if it was relevant, starting to look like it might be, that looks an awful lot of meat for a vegetarian restaurant." Joan told Sherlock.
"Excellent."
"Nice, scary inspector from Scotland Yard who can put in a few calls, might come in very handy." Joan told them...
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It ended up with Greg interviewing the owners of the place they were staying in. Joan was looking at them; her headache was not helping at all. She was surprised when Sherlock brought her something.
"What's this?" she asked.
"Coffee, I made coffee." He told her.
"You never make coffee." Joan told him.
"I just did, don't you want it?" Sherlock asked her.
"You don't have to keep apologizing." She told him and he sighed. "Thanks." Joan said taking the coffee not to make him feel bad. She took a drink and she tried really hard not to make a face. "I don't take sugar." She said an turned to Sherlock and drank the coffee instead. That's when the owners gave them everything they wanted to know. They also told them that the dog was put down.
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"You know he's actually pleased you're here, secretly please." Joan told Greg following him out.
"Is he?" Greg asked her. "That's nice, I suppose he likes having all the same faces back together, appeals to his—his—" Greg wanted to ask Joan something. But Sherlock was coming out.
"Asperger's?" Joan asked.
"So do you believe them about having the dog destroyed."
"No reason not to." Sherlock answered.
"Well hopefully there's no harm done." Greg said. "I'm not quite sure what I'd charge them with anyway; I'll have a word with the local force, catch you later." Greg said. "I'm enjoying this is nice to get London out your lungs."
"So that was their dog that people saw out on the moor?"
"Looks like it." Sherlock answered Joan.
"But that wasn't what you saw; it wasn't just some ordinary dog?" Joan told him.
"No, it was immense." Sherlock told her. "It had burning red eyes, it was glowing Joan." He told her and Joan had her mind flash a big red eye in her mind. They walked away together knowing that they had to go back into Baskerville.
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They got into Baskerville thanks to Mycroft of all people. Joan didn't want to know what he would do. He sent her to do a search and she arrived in the Lab., walking inside and she saw people leaving as they turn down the lights. She walked and went to another room. Knocking on it, trying to find anything that might help. The place that looked like Mordor.
"I don't want to be in this place again." She whispered to no one and she walked out to have a light flash in her face. She looked around and everything was so loud and she covered her ears walking with everything there, she was going to get out of the room and the access was denied, the room was suddenly shut off and she took out her flashlight. Her head-ache was not helping; she looked around and found a cage, many cages as she walked. One of them jumped and Joan looked around, to see a cage opened. She suddenly felt growls, she moved to the other door.
"No come on." she said and called Sherlock. "No—you don't be ridiculous pick up." she said, she went to back down.
'Someone is looking at us.' She heard the voice.
"Shut up Thorin." She said and moved away from the footsteps it was Orcs they were behind them once more. She ran and got into one of the cages, but in her mind she wasn't seeing that she was seeing boulders they were hiding under them, but she wasn't with the Dwarves she was someplace colder and darker alone. Her phone rang.
"It's here; it's in here with me." She told Sherlock.
"Where are you?" Sherlock asked.
"I'm in Mordor, I need to get out of here I'm scared." she told Sherlock. "The big lab the first lab that we saw, Sherlock you have to get me out." She heard growls.
"Joan, Joan."
"Sherlock, the Wargs they're going to get me." Joan said she was breathing faster.
"All right I'll find you keep talking."
"You can't I have to do this, I have to take the Ring destroy it in the volcano." Joan told him.
"Keep talking what are you seeing?" Sherlock asked.
"It's dark, Sherlock its dark they Orcs are here they have Wargs and they're going to kill me, I need to make it, it's here." Joan told him.
"Joan." Sherlock said. 'What can you see?"
"I don't know, I don't know but I can hear it now." Joan told him, she wasn't in Mordor anymore but in the battle. "There's blood, blood everywhere I need to save them, oh by Yavanna please let me save them."
"Stay calm, can you see it?" Sherlock asked.
'No, I can't." she said and then. "I can see it, it's here." The lights turned on and Sherlock was there. Joan didn't know what to do.
"Are you alright?" Joan jumped and hugged him to her. Sherlock didn't know how to react, but now he wanted information, Joan seemed to be jumping from places her memories and now, he knew that she hadn't seen the hound, but she was remembering as well.
"Sherlock, it was here, I was wrong!" Sherlock began to tell her about being Drugged about it and how she had seen things, but he was wrong some of those things they were real, she knew they were real, she didn't know why she knew Sherlock was a Dragon.
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