SuperWhoLock Chapter 7
After 2 miles of constant running, Sherlock and John used this second to catch their breath. They slid to the side of the dumpster, and kneeled down while peeking over.
"Ok. First off, you're alive. Great and all Sherlock, but you're bloody running like your life depends on it."
"Because it is John, now shush! I'm trying to concentrate, and think of a way out." Sherlock looked back out, and examined the people walking by. He took in the black cabs, and the mingling civilians. No sign of the hunters.
"I don't see any signs of anything that might be dangerous. Ok, since we have about an estimate of 5 seconds, let us use it so you can explain to me what's going on," John stared at Sherlock in annoyance. After the months of losing his best friend, and returning to the typical life he had before, his only wish was to know what prevented Sherlock from returning home. Sherlock broke his focus, and John saw his guilt-filled eyes.
"John, the past few months... it's hard to explain. If you want to know though, these two boys are hunting me right now," Sherlock explained.
"Well why would they do that?"
"I told you! It's... it's hard to explain. Please John, this really is more dangerous than anything you've encountered before, ever. Just please g-"
"No. In no way in hell I'm leaving you. If you're stupid enough to consider lying to us like that, then who knows what idiotic thing you might do to yourself later on," John yelled at Sherlock. Sherlock sighed, and decided to proceed throughout the city. However, as they got up, Sherlock is splashed with a bucket of water, and Sherlock screamed out in pain and shock. John called out to him, questioning the mysterious liquid, when he's pinned to the ground by a very tall man with long hair. John processed the gun that was placed over his head, and raised his hands in a sign of peace.
"Look, we don't want to h-" John stopped with the tall man tapping the gun to his head.
"Look at me in the eye, you son of a bitch. What the hell do you want with us?" Dean held Sherlock to the concrete building behind them. Dean took out his knife to threaten Sherlock as he waited for an answer.
"Hey! I asked you a question," yelled Dean, " What the hell is a demon doing in a city like this, with him serving a Fourth of July platter of the dead?!"
"I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't do any of that," said Sherlock. Dean turned his eyes to his brother and the pinned man. He looked back.
"And I assume this is your BFF right there?" Dean lowered his knife to make a cut into Sherlock's forearm. At first, John panicked with his friend being cut, but is marveled by the fact that orange sparks flew around the wound.
"W-what the hell is that knife?" John asked. Sam rolled his eyes.
"If your friend doesn't tell us where the demon is, we're sending you straight back downstairs," threatened Sam.
"D-demons?! Hell?! What the..." John was trying to comprehend this, as Dean's focus never broke from Sherlock.
"Come on. You demons now a days, keeping up with your Joker games and everything. Just tell me, and ya won't need another kiss on the cut from mommy," said Dean.
"Look! We don't know what you're talking about! We didn't do anything. Sherlock, help me out h-" as John tried to make peace with the brothers, Sherlock placed his eyes on John, and blinks.
"S-S..." John felt like he was staring right into the devil himself.
"John... please," said Sherlock. His eyes blinked black, and turned back to normal. He looked back at Dean.
"Now, tell me. Where is the demon?"
"I don't know. If you must, you can take me, but you must let him go," Sherlock pleaded. Sam looked baffled at the odd kindness of the demon.
"Well, if ya ain't gonna talk, maybe this will jog your memory," hesitant at first, Dean took a swing out of his knife towards Sherlocks leg.
"SHERLOCK!" John yelled.
"Dean, stop!" With the deep gruff voice, Dean didn't need to look back.
"Cas, what the hell took so long? We got the demon. Not the one breaking the seals, but he knows something about it," Dean explained.
"Dean, Sam, he is not an enemy-" as Castiel was about to explain, they all heard a noise. The same one Castiel heard with the horn.
Vrom Vrom.
The blue box materialized further in the alley way.
"Cas, 'the hell is that?" Dean asked.
"That... would be the Doctor," Castiel answered. From the TARDIS, jumped out the Doctor, along with the Ponds.
"Dean! Let go of him, and Sam too!" The Doctor ordered Dean.
"Doctor, where were you?" shouted Sherlock.
"I tried looking for you. I told you to find a tea shop, and I didn't see you in any one of them, or anywhere actually," The Doctor helped John get up, and broke Dean's pin to Sherlock.
"Sorry about that, dear old Sherlock. Dean, this is the man I wanted you and Sam to meet. And for you... never met you before. Hi! I'm the Doctor, here to help." As John awkwardly shook the Doctor's hand, he was looking down with his head taking in all of the shock.
"Um... J-John. Wattson."
"Doctor, might as well we proceed with the greetings in a more comfortable environment?" Castiel asked.
"Yes! Oh, and I don't believe you can teleport this many people all at once, now can you?" The Doctor started clapping in excitement. Castiel, and the Ponds were seeing where the Doctor was going with this.
"Well," Amy introjected, "In the TARDIS we go?"
"Um, what's a TAR-" Sam asked.
"Yes! Okay in we go." As the Doctor hopped in, Amy and Rory gave a smile, and gestured for everyone to enter.
"Um, no offence, but last time I checked, phone boxes don't appear out of nowhere, and they don't make... whatever sound that thing made was, and they certainly aren't big enough to car-" Dean walked into the TARDIS to look inside, and his eyes widened in confusion. As everyone entered, they could all only think of one thing.
"It's-"
"Um-"
"B-bigger-"
"On-"
"The inside," Sherlock said finishing the stuttering sentence.
"Yes, I do like it when they say it's bigger on the inside," The Doctor ran up the stairs, and started hammering the miscellaneous buttons.
"Oh, and, just a quick note, hold on to something sturdy." The Doctor pulled the wibbly lever, and everything went haywire, with everyone bumping into everything generally around them in the Tardis. As it calmed down, they're back outside the Ponds house.