SuperWhoLock Chapter 6
Before Sam and Dean's little episode, the Doctor and the Ponds arrived at a cemetery after the Doctor figured a plan to find his friend, Sherlock.
"Well, lively as ever to visit the local cemetery. Doctor, why did you drag us here?" Amy asked.
"Rory said a place he would visit. What's a better place than your own grave when you have nowhere else to go?"
"Wait, he's dead? Ok, so we're dealing with a ghost or something?" Amy said.
"Nope," The Doctor pointed at a content man, staring at a grave. His back was facing the trio.
"Is it really polite to go to him like this? I mean, this looks like an emotional moment for h-"
"If you require me to speak with you, then do so." The man, most likely Sherlock, turned around to reveal his face to the Ponds. The Ponds see, of the man, his slightly-curly dark brown short hair. He was quite tall, about six feet. He had quite the cheek bones. He kept his hands in his trench coat pockets, but his eyes kept moving up and down from each person in front of him.
"Hello Doctor," Sherlock said.
"Sherlock! Oh, so kind of you to remember me after all that time."
"It's been two months," Sherlock commented.
"Oh. Well, not to be rude, but I'm here for an answer to the question I'm about to ask."
"Which is?"
"We need your help, Sherlock. Will you?" Sherlock looked down, and back at the grave.
"What do you need me for?" The Doctor moved next to Sherlock, and looked at him in the eyes.
"Well, to put it in a more convincing manner, to stop those things that've been hunting you ever since you died, from hurting anyone." Sherlock looked up at the Doctor. Though looking uninterested, Sherlock looked as if he was about to say yes.
"What could they possibly be doing that requires you my assistance?" asked Sherlock.
"Let's put it simply for you to understand: the apocalypse," answered the Doctor.
"Please, Sherlock. From what I've heard, you're practically the only person who can help us," pleaded Amy. Rory walked into the conversation.
"What can I possibly do? Not to be pessimistic or anything, but I don't have the knowledge or comprehension as to what's going on to understand how I can help," admitted Sherlock.
"You're Sherlock. One of the most intelligent detectives, and if not, human being, on earth, and I'm pretty sure that you, not fully knowing what of this universe, is stopping you from helping us," Sherlock looked at the Doctor, "We'll fill you in on what's happening. We got all the time in the world." Sherlock thought for a second, and gave in.
"My apologies for my ignorant actions," said Sherlock. The trio smiled knowing they got an extra one in the gang.
"You know, I've never really understood that term 'all the time in the world.'" The Doctor placed his hand on his chin. Amy walked up to Sherlock.
"Oh, I don't believe we properly introduced ourselves. I'm Amy Pond. That's Rory Pond," Rory gave a little wave towards them.
"Couple," Sherlock said.
"Um, e-excuse me?" Amy asked.
"Couple. I can tell by your ring. Also, you don't have the look of continuity people have when they're with their siblings," deduced Sherlock. Rory walked in.
"So um, I can tell the Doctor wasn't lying when he said you were a detective," commented Rory.
"Well, this is quite exciting, knowing that everything's turning out all swimmingly," said the Doctor, "but before we celebrate, I must introduce you to the others. They're only three more. Their names are Dean, Sam, and Castiel. However, I hadn't seen Castiel, so you can scratch him if you'd like. Dean and Sam are brothers. Specifically the Winchesters. Winchester boys if you'd like. Anywho, go to the city, and meet me there. I'm in the mood for some tea. You can pick the place, and Amy, Rory, and I will find you."
"Doctor, that doesn't seem like a very organized idea," said Sherlock. However, seeing as the Doctor's running back to the Tardis, Sherlock saw his opinion won't get through to him.
"I'm sorry, Sherlock. He kinda does that," Amy said. Amy gave Sherlock a guilty grin and ran back. Rory does the same, and leaves, followed by an awkward wave goodbye. As the doors closed, the Tardis de-materializes, and Sherlock sighed and wandered off into the city.
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Now back to the brother's time, Sherlock desperately tried to find a way around the buildings. He paniced, but calms down when he's subducted by the crowd.
"That son of a bitch! I swear, that bastard's gonna pay for nearly killing us," said Dean.
"Dean, I don't know. Why would a demon be running away from us?" asked Sam, "Wouldn't it be trying to kill us by now?"
"Well, if it's supernatural, we kill it." They both merged with the crowd in search for the demon.
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Running miles of streets across town resulted in Sherlock hiding in an alleyway. He placed his back to the worn out brick building, and peeked out of the corner to see the street. Nothing. Sherlock took this second to catch his breath, and proceeded running down the sidewalk. Every second, he could swear he heard someone's footsteps. He took a sharp turn to the left, and bumps into someone. As he slammed his bottom, he looked up to see the civilian, and almost wanted to cry.
"..." Sherlock couldn't say anything. A part of him wished the man wouldn't see him.
"Sherlock!" The man yelled.
"John..." Sherlock refrained from smiling, but eventually gave in.
"Sherlock you selfish bastard. You... y-you lied to us! W-why?!" John yelled. Sherlock frowned again.
"John, look. I-" John interrupted, "Look, Sherlock. We can discuss this later. Right now, we have to go back to my place, and you're going to tell me exactly what the bloody hell's happening right now."
"No. John... No! Look John, if you haven't noticed, I'm running away from someone. This is what's been happening to me ever since I've died. This is far too dangerous. You have to leave me. Th-" while Sherlock said all of this, he noticed the lack of change in John's expression.
"John... this is something we have never encountered before. Something far beyond... far beyond dangerous... John?" Sherlock asked. John looked up, and raised his eyebrows with his attention being caught.
"Do you really wish to come with me?" Sherlock nealed in for the answer.
"Oh god yes," John answered with a smirk. Sherlock forced a smile, and starts running.