Doctor Who: 221b Chapter 5
Westminster Station
London, England
September 4, 2006
James Moriarty stood beside the train tracks in Westminster Station. The last time he checked, there were at least one hundred people in the station with him. The noise didn't suit his introverted nature and he yearned for the train to take him from the midst of the crowd.
Suddenly, all the noise stopped. Pure silence filled the station. At first, Moriarty thought he had gone deaf. He felt his ears and the earlobes. Then, he stuck his fingers in the uncleaned ears to make sure something wasn't blocking them.
He turned around to face the crowd when he realized why he didn't hear them. It was because they weren't there anymore.
The sound of echoing footsteps sounded, Moriarty whirled around to see who was in the station with him. A single dark figure stood alone.
"Hello, James." A deep, gravelly voice said.
"Who are you?" Moriarty asked.
"My identity is of no concern. But you, however. James Moriarty. Born in North London in 1978. In 2010, you come into contact with the greatest mind you'll ever face."
"2010? Are you friggin' insane? 2010 hasn't happened yet!" Moriarty said.
"For me, all of time has happened. You are only a small piece in an infinite puzzle." The figure said.
"Even if I believed you, who's this mind?" Moriarty asked.
"Sherlock Holmes. In 2012, you crafted a scheme so perfect, even he couldn't entirely stop the backlash from happening. Except, you still lost. He faked his suicide but you did not. You die a loser and no one will remember you."
"You're lying! You can't possibly know my future!"
"I don't just know the future, I know your past. I know everything there is to know about you, the soul you extinguished."
The color drained from Moriarty's face. "How?"
"I meant what I said." The figure said.
A portal opened up behind the Figure and another man stepped out from it. This new man was a mirror image of Moriarty. Ever detail.
"This is a genetically modified clone. He is to lead out your life in this timeline while you do what I tell you in others."
"What does that mean?" Moriarty asked.
"You are going back 120 years to 1886. To kill Sherlock Holmes."
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Parker Street
London, England
October 19, 1886
"You're dead. I watched you commit suicide." Sherlock claimed.
Moriarty sighed. "Time travel is a strange thing. Isn't it, Sherlock?"
"James Moriarty? Huh, interdimensional travel changes people I guess."
"Interdimensional- How much are you not telling us?" John asked.
"Oh, don't feel left out. I don't tell anyone anything."
"Shut it! Both of you!" Moriarty shouted. "Here's what's gonna happen. I'm bringin' Mr. Holmes with me back to my time. I'll let you figure out when that is. And Mr, Lance-"
"Don't you love it when the villain reveals his plan?" The Doctor asked.
"Trust me, Doctor. This isn't even step one."
A portal opened up behind Moriarty and two Cybermen stepped through.
"Kill all but the tall one."
"Thank you." The Doctor said.
"Not you! The tall one in the ugly trench coat."
"Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." The Doctor commented snarkly.
Moriarty backed up into the portal as it disappeared. The two Cybermen advanced on them.
"Delete." They called out in their automated voices.
John groaned. "Don't they say anything else!?"
"Occasionally. Run!" The Doctor shouted.
The Doctor, Sherlock, and John ran through the door and down the stairs, through the living room and back out onto the street. Passing the fireman, he shouted "Fartscoff!" as they ran by. The house, which was previously on fire, suddenly exploded as the Cybermen exited through the door.
"I don't suppose your TARDIS could crush these ones!" John asked as they ran.
"That was a one time thing! And an accident." The Doctor replied. "But, I have one idea."
The Doctor led them into a drab, wet alley before stopping them. "Cybermen, especially this variant are rather let's say 'dumb.' What we need to do is trap them long enough to get out of this timeline."
The Cybermen rounded the corner. "You will be-"
"Oh, shut up!" The Doctor said.
The Cybermen picked up the pace and charged forward. The Doctor pointed his screwdriver at the cobble and it made the buzzing sound it made before. Suddenly, the ground beneath the Cybermen collapsed and they fell through it.
The Doctor walked up to the hole and observed the two helpless Cybermen stuck in London's sewers.
"This feels oddly familiar." The Doctor said quietly before shrugging.
Turning around, he looked at his screwdriver again before closing it. "Good news and bad news!" He said.
"Good news?" John asked.
"I know where Moriarty went."
"Bad?" Sherlock asked.
"It's January 15th, 2012." The Doctor said.