Doctor Who: 221b Chapter 7
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"As of this moment, you will no longer be known as Orrin Malthus." The man said.
Orrin glanced around the round room as he knelt, it was dark and he didn't entirely know where everyone was. They had never allowed anyone inside the Sanctum except for times like this.
"It is time for you to take your new title and enter the Vortex."
Another voice spoke from the darkness. "Henceforth, you are to be known as the Figure."
The Figure stood up to face his masters. "What would you have the figure do?"
"Now is not the time. But soon, a being will be born with a mind so uncomprehendingly brilliant, it is almost inconceivable"
"How will I know this being?" The Figure asked.
"We know not his name. Only that he is of a past he knows not. A people he knows not."
"An immigrant of sorts?"
"Exactly. Find this man, and eliminate him."
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Paris, France
February 4, 845 A.D
The Doctor exited the TARDIS into an empty Paris street. Looking around, he smiled before poking his head back inside.
"It appears we have the street to ourselves." He said.
Sherlock and John stepped out. "Where is everyone?" John asked.
"In this timeline? Probably huddled indoors and letting the patriarchs of their families get killed by invading Northmen."
"Wait, we're in Paris?"
"Yep, a good 1171 years before 2016. Oh, and you might want to find era appropriate clothes."
Sherlock glanced at John, who just shrugged. Several minutes later, John and Sherlock emerged wearing tunics and tight pants.
"I feel like I'm wearing skinny jeans." John said.
"You know what that feels like?" Sherlock asked.
"Mary thought they'd look cute." John replied.
Sherlock scoffed. "On you, they'd look horrendous."
"That's what I said, only I used the term 'bloody stupid.'"
"Oh stop complaining, you two." The Doctor muttered.
"So why exactly are we in Medieval Paris under siege by Vikings?" John asked.
"Well, Moriarty is too cocky to just kill Mr. Holmes out right. So, he must have stored him in some timeline and Medieval Paris was the last place he went after 2012."
Walking down the abandoned streets, they saw several odd things. Firstly, when passing several buildings, all the shutters closed at once, implying that they were not welcome there.
Soon, they rounded a corner and were halted by two guards with pikes.
"Who are you?" One of the guards asked.
"I'm the Doctor and these are my compatriots Thomas and Gene."
"Gene?" John said.
"Shut up." Sherlock hissed.
"Anyway, we are on our way to see a friend of ours."
The guard's eyebrow raised. "Who is your friend?"
"Just a resident, no one special."
"I cannot let anyone in."
The Doctor held up his psychic paper. "How about now?"
"Go ahead, Monsieur Charffe." The guard said.
"What did the paper say?" Sherlock whispered.
The Doctor shrugged.
Soon, they reached the place of residence of King Charles. A great castle which stretched seventy feet off the ground, the magnificent castle was adorned with banners of Charles' family.
As they reached the entrance, the Doctor stopped.
"Keep in mind. He's called Charles the Bald for a reason."
Using the psychic paper, they managed to get into the castle where they were met by a giant throne room. A thin red carpet stretched down the length of the hall and candles on stands stood on either side.
Charles himself sat in his throne, skulking. His sunken cheeks gave him a very depressing look.
"Who comes before me?"
"I am the Doctor and this is Thomas and Gene." the Doctor said.
"A physician? We're in need of those."
"Happy to be of service then."
"Sadly, however, you are not a physician!" Charles said.
"Uh oh." John said.
"Your friend Moriarty was already here. He informed us that you are Northmen spies!" Charles shouted.
"Do we look like we're from Norway?" Sherlock asked.
"Who sent you? Was it the savage Reginherus!?"
"Umm…" the Doctor thought a moment.
"Guards!" Charles shouted.
Guards filled the room and pointed their spears and crossbows at the three strangers.
"Kill them!" Commanded Charles.