Freddy jumped up, but didn't make a move to hide behind the Doctor. Instead her hand reached inside her coat and she pulled out her mother's gun without hesitation.
"Where are they Moriarty?" she growled at him. "Where's my family?" The Doctor tried to put her out of harm's way, but she resisted.
"Well then, no need to say hello!" he said with mock hurt. "No worries, my dear, your family is safe and sound." Freddy's grip on the gun tightened. His gaze turned to Sherlock. "I see you're still running after me, Sherlock. How's John by the way? I imagine he's not doing too well without his other half." His grin returned when Sherlock lunged forward at him. Freddy was about to pull Sherlock back when the detective's body froze in midair. "Oh you know you can't hurt me." Sherlock struggled against Moriarty's invisible grip, but it was no use. Freddy stood there, eyes widened in fear, as the Doctor took out his sonic and pointed it at Sherlock. He gasped for air when he was released and the Doctor and Freddy helped him up to his feet.
"You've… gotten… stronger," Sherlock said in between his struggling breaths.
"And you weaker," Moriarty countered.
"This is enough Moriarty, you've taken this too far," the Doctor said. He was no longer the bouncy, ridiculous man that Freddy had met. He's now the Oncoming Storm—ready to take down any evil-doer, any devil, whatever the cost. "What do you want?"
"What? Am I not allowed to get bored once in a while?" Moriarty asked. Sherlock gave him a huff in response just as the door swung open. Another man walked inside and whispered something in Moriarty's ear. Freddy's eyes widened again with surprise when she recognized him. He stood behind Moriarty and tipped his barrette when their eyes met.
"Hello, again," he greeted in a husky voice. It was much different than the one Freddy heard before, but it seemed much less wicked compared to Moriarty's. "Sebastian Moran, at your service."
"You," she managed to say, pointing a finger at him. "You're the taxi driver." He nodded once and stepped closer to his partner.
Moriarty let out a light sigh and glanced at Sherlock. "Classic." Sherlock just smirked in return. Time stood still for a moment as the trio stared down the pair of criminals. Freddy grew impatient. She couldn't wait around and play any longer. She clicked the safety off the gun and aimed it at Moriarty. Her arm shook slightly as she tried to hide her fear. "You're not a very convincing heroine, Freddy. You're nervous—scared even. It's so obvious! But isn't that our job as villains?" Moriarty taunted as he wrapped his arm around his partner's waist. "To be your nightmares in the light until the very end? Our story is far from over Freddy. Seb and I want to be the ones everyone worships as kings."
"Well you two make a lovely couple. I hope you both rot in Hell," Freddy replied, shaking away the Doctor's pleads to put the weapon down.
"Been there, done that," Seb said with a shrug.
"Shall we?" Moriarty asked Seb. He nodded in agreement and they locked their eyes on Freddy. With a blink, both pairs of eyes turned completely black, just like Sherlock's eyes had done. She looked at the detective for a split second and saw that his had done it again. Although she was told of their situations beforehand, she couldn't handle it. The two demons grinned with delight at her. She lowered her gun in despair, knowing it was no use against Moriarty or Seb. "Well took you long enough," the consulting criminal scoffed. He turned to Seb and ordered, "Go get the girl." His partner gave him a nod and left the room.
The Doctor was growing ever angrier at Moriarty. This man is hurting one of his best friends and ruining the happy life he very much deserves. He's caused havoc in many universes and now he has taken this little girl's extraordinary family and friends away from her. The Oncoming Storm wasn't going to stand his evil any longer. "Let them go Moriarty," he growled through clenched teeth. "You've had your fun, let her family go!" He stormed up to the psychopath's face, seething with anger.
Moriarty gave the Doctor his signature smirk. He stood there, not affected by the Doctor's outburst. "There's the Time Lord I was hoping to see. I wondered how long it would take for the Oncoming Storm to thunder out." Moriarty's eyes searched the Doctor's for any signs of a counter attack, but he remained where he was. "But my dear Predator, it's so much more than fun!" he said enthusiastically. "This, this is my last act," he paused when there was a light tap at the door. "My last gift to the universes before I go," Moriarty said, strolling towards the door. "Besides, it's not just the heroes of this world we've taken," he finished coolly.
In came a figure with fiery red hair, face covered by a folder she gripped with both hands. She stood behind Moriarty without saying a word. Freddy felt something familiar about her, but she couldn't quite place it. The girl kept her face hidden, even cowering behind Moriarty to hide herself when he snatched the folder from her hands. Freddy's attention turned back to the psychopath as he opened the folder.
Moriarty started to throw pictures to the ground in front of the trio. "You're family: the drunk, the foolish soldier and the equally dimwitted warrior king, the cocky teenager, the man with a blind thirst for power, his loyal right hand man, the ex-villain, the beast desperate to be human again, and your parents who try but can never escape their past. I own them all." He smirked when Freddy reddened with anger again. "Oh and finally," he grabbed the girl behind him cruelly by her wrist. "Show her," he ordered. The girl moved her hair from her face to reveal her identity. The trio, even Sherlock, let out a gasp of shock. The girl who stood in front them was a mirror of the only other girl in the room: Freddy.