The cell, where Sherlock and the Doctor were trapped in was getting colder and darker, which meant it was almost end of the afternoon.
While the Doctor was staring outside the only source of air and light, Sherlock was sitting against a wall and pretending to sleep. On the outside he looked like he was a sleeping baby, but on the inside he was bored out of his mind.
"Why did you land in front of Amy's house?" Sherlock finally broke the tension of silence between them. The Doctor turned around.
"I don't really know. The Tardis has a mind of her own sometimes."
"Your machinery is a she?" Sherlock raised his eyebrow.
"Well, sometimes if she wants she can be he, or if she really wants, she can be a it."
"Are you saying the Tardis has a mind of her own?" He opened his eyes, but didn't look at the Doctor.
"Yes." The Doctor gave a ambiguous answer.
Suddenly, they heard the sound of the cell door unlocking. The Doctor took out his screwdriver while Sherlock's face stayed unamused.
As the door slowly opened, Sherlock started to get a unbearable headache. His vision started to get blurry and his palms started to sweat more than usual. His condition is against his liking. He could hear Amy's voice calling out to him. He closed his eyes for a moment to regain his saneness.
When he reopened his eyes, he saw himself looking at beautifully smiling Amy.
"Good morning, sunshine." said Amy with a crooked smile. She was so close to him, that he could barely hide his blush.
But wait a minute. Something's different. He's not in the cell any more, but in his apartment, in his bed. And not with the Doctor, but with Amy.
"Where's the Doctor?" He asked her, as he pushed himself up.
"Doctor?" Amy blinked. "You mean John?"
Sherlock shook his head, still feeling the terrible headache. "No, the Doctor."
"Which Doctor do you mean? There are lots of Doctors in the world. Do you want a professional or a specialist?" Amy joked. She pulled Sherlock's blanket off. "Get up, you lazy bum! I want to start cleaning." She folded the blanket together and went out of the room.
Sherlock was confused. Was all that just a dream? Or a nightmare? The night with Amy, it was all just a dream, and not to mention his plans to get engaged with her. He took his jacket from a nearby stool and checked the pockets. He sighed in relief, when it was revealed that the ring wasn't a dream.
"Sherlock?" Amy peeked at the door. "What do you wish to eat for breakfast?"
"Fired eggs and toast will do." He smiled.
"All right!" Amy winked at him before turning around and heading towards the kitchen humming a strange tune. Sherlock had never heard such a tune before, especially from Amy's mouth. Though Amy was far from this room, he could hear the tune as if she was sitting right next to him. He looked around the room for the source, but couldn't come into the conclusion where it might come from. It was almost surreal. Suddenly his ears started to echo with a long loud screech. He covered his ears with his palms, not wanting it to disturb his mind. It stopped right after he heard Amy, once again, calling his name. "Sherlock, are you all right?" Her voice showed concern. Sherlock opened his eyes slowly and saw himself looking at Amy, who was crying tears of joy.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
She quickly pulled him close to her and hugged him tight as her strength could allow. "I thought I lost you!" she sobbed.
Sherlock hugged back and saw that he was back at the cell and the Doctor was looking at him in concern. "What happened?" Sherlock asked him.
"You passed out and at one moment you started to yell in great agony. You sure you're all right?"
"Yes, I am." He started to explain. "I don't know the cause of it yet, but when I, as you said, passed out, I saw what seemed to be a false memory. There was this tune of some sort and later came a monstrous scream, which almost made my head, literally, explode."
"Do you remember what the tune sounded like?" The Doctor knelt down and glared at Sherlock in the eye.
Sherlock didn't like the way he was looking at him and responded: "No, I actually don't. I do remember the screech though." He turned to Amy. "How did you open the door? It was quantum locked."
Amy bit her lip and explained: "I didn't. Jeanne D'Arc did, or the alien, who uses her body as a "house", if I'm correct."
"The Nano people, I presume?" The Doctor disturbed. Amy nodded. "I told them that putting you two here was a miscalculation. They didn't really trust you two, because you were male and you had a strange new scent."
"Probably because we travelled through time." The Doctor said. "Did they leave you be, because you're a woman?"
"Apparently, yes, but for something else as well."
"For what?" Asked Sherlock.
"They want me to fight in a war, against the English."
This chapter is kind of short, but it leaves my reader puzzling what's going on. Why did Sherlock get a sudden false memory? What was that tune? What was that screech? Why are the Nano people against men? Why do they want Amy to fight in their war against the English?
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