Chapter 7 Impossible

Authors Note: Due to family circumstances I won't be able to continue this story for the next couple of weeks (I hope). I'm sorry it took a while to upload this chapter and leave it here. Otherwise I would at least have continued with the chase. I promise in due time I will finish this.

When the man and Molly disappeared into the blue box, Sherlock decided to follow, despite the fact that he believed it was a trick, leaving John behind. And then Sherlock stepped in and disappeared. John watched with open eyes. Three people in such a small box. Impossible. But the box was there and there was no room to hide alongside or behind it. Then, as if John came to his senses, John followed them. After all, he had been a soldier. He surely could manage this. He walked over and stepped inside.

"Close the door will you?" He heard the voice of the man, the Doctor, shouting at him.

He did as he was ordered. He turned around and closed the door. Then he turned around again and walked over to Sherlock. Then he stopped. He couldn't believe his eyes. The inside of the box was huge. In the center was a console where Molly and the Doctor were standing. There was even room under the console. And he noticed that this was not just one room but there were corridors leading to someplace else. This really was huge. He really couldn't believe his eyes. He had to ask Sherlock. He certainly would give an explanation for he couldn't figure it out.

He looked at him and he noticed that though Sherlock had walked in earlier, he must be completely overwhelmed by this place. It seemed that he was paralyzed. His eyes wandered through the room but that was the only movement Sherlock made. He wasn't able to say something. Even after a few minutes Sherlock stood there like a statue. John called him, but he didn't respond. Then he saw that Molly walked over to Sherlock, cupping his face between her hands and then she did something so unMolly like, she pressed a firm kiss on his lips. Now John looked shocked but it seemed that this was the right thing to do. Just because Sherlock didn't expected such a thing, his senses were triggered suddenly by touch and not sight anymore. The kiss took him by surprise. He shook his head and took a step backwards suddenly standing on Johns feet.

"Aah, look out!" John shouted.

It seemed that Molly's touch and John's sound were enough to trigger Sherlock's brain to start working again. He swallowed. Then he looked at Molly and asked curious: "why did you kiss me?"

Molly tilted her head a little and said: "well, you did seemed overwhelmed by this. I wanted to snap you out of it. I chose this option because the other option isn't much fun or you must like to be slapped or spanked. I may not be the woman but I can do that too, you know." Then she stepped closer to him and whispered as if it were a secret: "I prefer kissing" giving him a kiss on his cheek.

Sherlock now was completely focused on Molly. In the background he heard the Doctor saying: "Molly, leave that poor man alone. And you know the rules, no kissing in the TARDIS". Molly gave a wink and stepped away, walking over to the console leaving John and Sherlock at the same spot. John grinned. He never thought he would see his friend so confused but this was priceless. He really liked this Molly. Cheeky. Clever. Unafraid.

Sherlock looked at the Doctor and saw a big grin. He squeezed his eyes.

"How!" His baritone voice sounded clear in the room, demanding an answer.

"If you would put away logic and reality I think you could deduce quite a lot" the Doctor said with a giggle, his eyes waiting expectantly.

Sherlock accepted the challenge. 'Secret organization. Torchwood. Never heard of them. Above Mycroft. Did the government invented this? A box who could appear everywhere? A blue police box from the sixties? Crazy. No. Though scientists were very advanced these days he couldn't believe that somebody could make such a thing. And if they could, then certainly not a police box. The people would notice when it appeared on the street. No, this box belonged to this man. The way he held himself inside and the way he handled the console spoke of years of practice. Years. The man is older then. Older than he looks. He had said to put away logic and reality. If he did this, than he would say that the man was not human. That made a lot of sense. And then, if this man wasn't human than it is obvious that the government doesn't want people to know. That's where Torchwood comes in.'

"You're an alien. This box belongs to you. You can fly with this. And Torchwood deals with alien business."

"WHAT?" John cried out, looking at Sherlock to see if he suddenly went crazy. Then he looked at the man to see if he was insulted or something but the man beamed with delight and exclaimed: "Brilliant, that was absolutely brilliant. But I didn't expected less from the great mister Holmes."

Sherlock looked at the Doctor and saw that his compliment was sincere and smirked.

"Welcome in the TARDIS. Time and Relative Dimension in Space. Grab on to something. We're on our way."

"Where were going?" John asked.

"Where do you want to go. The future, the past, another planet."

"WHAT?" John really had trouble believing this stuff. Though Sherlock seemed convinced that this was true, John didn't believe it. Wouldn't believe it. Maybe they had been drugged again.

Sherlock turned over to John and placed his hand on his shoulder, trying to calm John. "Relax John, this is true. You've always believed my deductions were correct. Believe me on this one."

They saw the Doctor fiddling with some levers and switches, yelling with a big grin "allons-y."

Then the TARDIS jolted and rocked. They had to grab something, otherwise they would have tumbled. John shouted at Sherlock. "You said that this box is his and that he could fly it. That he had flown this thing for years. To me it doesn't seem that way. You really want me to believe that stuff?"

Before Sherlock could answer, it stopped.

"We've landed" the Doctor said.

"Where are we and when?" Molly asked.

He looked at his screen which made the grin on the Doctor's face disappear. "We're in London. North of the Tower of London." He reluctantly continued. "Whitechapel" to be exact, a district of East End. And today it's November the 9th, 1888."

Sherlock looked immediately intrigued. He noticed Molly recognized it too, then Molly left the room. John looked confused. When John still hadn't got a clue Sherlock said: "Jack the Ripper, John. Today he will claim his last victim. Maybe we can prevent this from happening."

"No," the Doctor stated, his voice sounding firm. "No, you can't. This must happen. It's a fixed point in time. Everybody knows the name of the last victim, Mary Kelly. Only 25 years old. Slaughtered. But sorry, you have to let this happen. When you interfere, the future will change." A very serious expression lay on his face. "The TARDIS brought you here to prevent the others." He looked at Sherlock and John. Especially John because he knew how much he cared for others.

"This will be very heinous, John." Though Sherlock never showed his emotions, John could tell that he was worried about him.

John swallowed. "I know, I've read the details. Her throat was cut, her face was mutilated just as her thighs, belly and breasts. And her organs were placed near her face and feet. Psychopath! But one with knowledge of the human body. Everything was precisely removed. Educated."

"Yes!" Sherlock replied. "But now you have to let it happen. Maybe we witness this murder. After all we know where it happened and we'll go from there."

When Molly came back all three men looked at her. The Doctor didn't seemed so surprised but John and Sherlock couldn't believe their eyes. Molly had changed her clothes. Now she was wearing an antique simple black dress from the late 19th with the skirt till the ground, luckily it had no train and she had her hair put up, leaving a few curls on both sides. She looked amazing.

"Ready?" The Doctor said. Then he walked to the door and stepped out, Molly following behind.

"Coming?" Sherlock asked.

John sighed. Then he straightened himself. He could handle this. He had been a soldier. Sometimes somebody had to die to save others. Not his life motto but if this had to happen, than he would catch this bastard before he would kill another.

They stepped outside the box. They really had travelled back in time. The streets were small, dirty and crowded. Around them were drunken people, prostitutes, dirty children. On and between the cobblestones was excrement. The smell was terrible. Some people looked sick, malnourished and fatigue. Every day seemed a struggle to survive, no doubt live was hard here, but they didn't give up. And in this place was a killer. Searching his next victim. A prostitute. And there were so many. Out of misery selling their body to earn a few pence to be able to buy bread to feed their children. A needle in a hay stag.

The four walked over to the place where the body would be found. They hide behind a pile of wood which lay there and waited for the kill. There was not much light in the alley and that's what made it a beautiful place to kill. Suddenly they heard voices. A man and a woman, giggling. The couple went into the ally. They looked at each other. This was it. The murder on Mary Kelly. Just 25 years old. They all were tense but they knew they weren't allowed to interfere. Now they saw it happen. The man had lured her into the alley and had pretended to be a client. She had lifted her skirt and then he had placed his hands around her neck and strangled her. Then they heard a soft 'aah' and then the fight for breath. She now lie on the ground and he slit her throat, his knife cutting her face, mutilating her. Then he looked at her legs and cut her thighs and he opened her blouse, cutting her breasts. Then he opened her belly and removed her organs, putting them near her head and feet. And he stabbed her, over and over again. It was gruesome.