Author's note: Happy new chapter, everybody. I don't have a lot to say at the moment.
Disclaimer: Neither TV show is mine. If they were, Supernatural wouldn't be ending.
Chapter 6: Jewelry? Cash? Alcohol? Drugs?
"For the last time; what are your names?"
I smiled lazily at the cop across the table. "I already told you. My name is Tom Cruise, and the kid here is my step brother, Charlie Sheen."
"Okay, 'Tom'. Say I believe you. Should I be expecting a Mr. Cruise or a Mr. Sheen to come get you?"
"That'd be a trick, considering we haven't been gifted our phone call yet."
"You can have your phone call in a minute. Why did you break into that house?"
I leaned forward. "Tell you what. I'll answer that question if you answer mine."
"Okay, kid. Fire away."
"How'd you know we were there?"
The cop gestured to Sam. "Saw 'Charlie' here hanging out on the fire escape."
Outwardly, I stayed calm, but inwardly, I was screaming. You know how it is when you're torn between frustration and panic. It doesn't do good things for a guy. "Ah, well. Thanks for the tip: I'll know what to do next time."
The cop slapped me across the mouth. "Watch it, smartass."
Sam glared at the cop angrily. "You touch my brother again, and you're gonna regret it."
"Because you're definitely in a position to make that happen. Now, shut up. Big brother and I have a deal." The cop ignored Sam and turned to face me. "Alright, I answered your question, you answer mine. Why did you break into that house?"
"I thought that was obvious." I glanced pointedly at the loose fitting clothes the cops had given us to replace what was missing before. "We were missing a few things."
"That can't be the only reason." The cop leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. "You trashy little hoods are always after something lucrative when you're not busy trying to kill each other, so what was it? Jewelry? Cash? Alcohol? Drugs?"
I shrugged. "I told you what I was looking for. If you don't believe it, that's your business. Can I have that phone call now?"
"Fine, but we're not done. I'm going to go find out which phone's open." The cop stood up and walked out. I turned to face Sam.
"Next time we break in someplace, you're coming inside."
"It's not like I was trying to-" Sam started angrily, but broke off when a familiar sound started echoing through the room, and the blue police box slowly faded into sight.
"Oh, hell yeah." I grin at Sam, beyond relieved that I didn't have to be the responsible one anymore.
The door of the Tardis opened and the Doctor walked out. "Thank you for getting arrested." he said, undoing our handcuffs, and pulled us to our feet. "Allons-y." He led the way back into the box.
"Did you just thank us for getting arrested?" Sam asked while the Doctor pushed a couple buttons and threw his lever.
Once we were done getting thrown around, the Doctor smiled and said, "Yes, Sam. I did."
Okay, that didn't make any sense to me. "Uh… why?"
"I had no idea where the angel sent you, and looking is especially difficult when you don't know where or even when to do so. But you got arrested, and even though you didn't use your real names, it was still your fingerprints and pictures, which allowed me to find you. So yes. Thank you for getting arrested."
"I think that's the first time anyone's ever said that to me." I sat down on the floor, wincing slightly. Note to self: those cop bats hurt. A lot. "So, are we going home? Dad's gonna be worried." And mad, I added silently, and I'm gonna wind up locked in the trunk. So yay me.
"I don't think it's safe for you to go home." the Doctor said apologetically. "That weeping angel has taken a special interest in you, and if you randomly come back, it's just going to send you away again. Every time."
"Are you saying we can't go back ever?" Sam asked. He may have wanted to spend more time traveling around in the Tardis, but he was still a kid, and at some point, he just wanted to go home.
"What about our dad, huh?" I broke in. "We can't just leave him hanging like that. He doesn't even know what happened to us."
"I left him a note." the Doctor said a little defensively. "And the angel's not after him, so I wouldn't be too concerned."
"Doc, as fun as it would be, we can't just never go home."
"You'll go home, I promise." the Doctor said quickly, holding out his hands in a soothing gesture. "Just not yet. Later."
"When's later?"
"Once we've handled the angel. But first…" He ran over to the console. "There has to be something you want to see. Some place you've never been, some event you want to experience. All of time and space is at your fingertips. Worry about home later. Especially since we can make it seem like you've never even been gone."
"Whenever we want?" Sam clarified.
The Doctor nodded, smiling smugly. "And wherever you want."
"Dean." Sam turned to me, his eyes bright. "Dean, we can figure out the Kennedy assassination."
"Kennedy? Well, alright, then." The Doctor grinned. "Dallas, here we come."
I was struck by a sudden thought. "Hey, Doc, take us to the Grassy Knoll."
Sammy nodded enthusiastically, so the Doctor threw some levers and off we went. It was actually a much smoother ride sitting on the floor, but my sore body was still fairly unhappy by the time the room stopped shaking, and the bars suddenly became by far more useful for pulling myself up than they usually would be.
"Are you okay?" the Doctor asked worriedly, grabbing my elbow and helping me the rest of the way up.
"Yeah, I'm good." I threw him a cocky grin. "Never better."
"The cops were overly aggressive." Sammy said, since apparently he's incapable of keeping his mouth shut.
The Doctor nodded slowly, his face dark. "We'll make a stop later."
"It ain't impor-" I started, but the Doctor cut me off.
"Of course it is. But that isn't what we're doing right now. Right now, we're seeing if there was more than one shooter after your president." He smiled at me - though something about it felt off, like he was trying to seem happy and reassuring but was actually angry - and shepherded Sammy and me out the door.
Right away, I spotted a guy who looked ridiculously sketchy. At least, he did to somebody who knew what they were looking for. "Oh, he is so packing."
"It's Dallas, Dean." Sam pointed out. "I bet at least half of these people are packing."
"Yeah, but he's bad-guy packing. Let's follow him. C'mon."
Stalking my target is one of my very favorite parts of hunting, so following this guy without being noticed until he stopped was just fun, even if my ribs were complaining. I've hunted with worse.
"Holy shit, dude." I whispered as the guy found a good spot and pulled out a gun. "There was another shooter. It's a damn well conspiracy."
"Dean, he's gonna shoot the president. We gotta do something." Sam started to take a step forward, but the Doctor grabbed his arm.
"I'm sorry, Sam, but no."
"What're you talking about? We can fix this."
"It's a fixed point in time, I can't change it. Nobody can."
"A fixed point in time? What's that?" I'd seen my fair share of movies with time travel, but I couldn't remember any of them bringing that up. You could change just about anything.
"I'll explain back at the Tardis. We should probably go before… all of this happens."
"He's gonna kill the president, and you want us to go?" Sam asked, appalled.
"Yes, yes I do." The Doctor quietly herded us away from the shooter and back towards the Tardis. "Just be proud you've proved a conspiracy theory about one of the most controversial events in your country's history."
"That's true." Sam conceded, brightening a little. "I mean, we can't really tell anybody, but at least we know."
"I can't believe that guy got away with it." I shook my head as we entered the Tardis. "If I can get nailed for stealing some clothes, then he should get nailed for ganking the president. Not to mention all the other people that are probably in on it. I bed Dad was right, and it was actually the CIA all along."
Sam nodded. "You can't trust those guys."
"I mean, I don't like cops in general, but the CIA is worse."
"You're not wrong."
"The establishment: never there when you need it, always there when you don't."
"While you boys are making great points." the Doctor interrupted, "I think we should go someplace else. Where else do you wanna go?"
"Wait." I held up a finger. "You still need to explain all this 'fixed point in time' shit."
"It's fairly simple." The Doctor put his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth slightly. "There are certain events in history that are fixed. Nothing and no one can change them, not even me. The assassination of President John F. Kennedy is one of those events. A fixed point in time. There's nothing we could've done. If Sam had tried to stop the shooter, the only thing that probably would've accomplished is getting us in a lot of trouble."
I thought about that for a second, then nodded. "Okay. Where're we going now?"
'Whoa, wait." Sam interrupted. "You're just accepting that? That there are things that have happened, horrible things, that we just can't change?"
"Well, to be fair, we just barely found out time travel is a thing." I shrugged. "We already thought we couldn't change things that have happened. Now we just know that when it comes to certain stuff, that's true. Now, let's pick somewhere else to go. We don't have to go home yet."
Author's afterthought: READ PLEASE!
Okay, I guess I do actually have a little bit to say. I don't generally buy into conspiracy theories, but I'm not going to deny that I think the Kennedy assassination was fishy and there probably was a conspiracy and cover up of some sort. Now, who it was, I don't know. But I just think there's something more there. That's just an opinion, so please no arguing or shaming or being mean. This is fan fiction, key word being fiction, and I'm just trying to write something entertaining, not necessarily true. Let's all remember that.
Other than that, please review!