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SuperWhoLock: Chapter 18

Sam, John and Sherlock's attempt to follow the Doctor was beginning to get pointless. The Doctor kept running around, left and right, through every corridor. However, John noticed something with the peculiar halls.

"Guys," John said, "The Doctor just went through this hall, right?" Sam and Sherlock faced John and nodded, "If that's so, then why is there a dead end here?" The two looked straight ahead, examining the walls.

"You're right," Sam commented, "We just saw the Doctor run through here. How could he disappear like that?" With the three of them keeping eye contact on the dead end, they heard footsteps. It came quickly, and stopped right behind them

"Hello there," the three turned around. It was the Doctor, "If you don't mind, I believe there's a entrance over there to the other hall-"

"Doctor, how did you get behind us?" Sherlock asked.

"Well, didn't you guys just approach that lovely wall over there? You're not going to make any progress by staring at it."

"Doctor, even with how strange this hotel already is, there's another thing about it that's preventing us from finding… whatever you're looking for." The Doctor quickly walked to Sam, Sherlock, and John.

"I'm looking for the control room."

"The what? How?" Sam asked.

"By inspecting that camera back in the bar, I got a pinpoint as to where the footage of the clip was being transmitted to."

"So a room full of televisions that viewed the camera's location?"

"Yes. Also," The Doctor got out his sonic again, and read the reading on it, "That room might be," cutting off his sentence, he opened the door to his left, and ran in, "right here!"

"Well, good working Doc, however," Sam went to the door, and pointed to the sign on it, "It says control room. We could've just walked in here. We didn't need you to sonic-"

"Never mind that. Doctor, can you see the TARDIS on any of the screens?" The room was walled with televisions. Under the desk in front of the TVs were a bunch of chords. The Doctor moved aside the chair that went along with the desk, and soniced the TVs.

"Doctor," John said, "Over there! The TARDIS." The Doctor looked up, and smiled.

"Good working John! Now what floor are you on?" The Doctor proceeded sonicing the TV set. A few seconds later, he got the location of the camera over looking the machine.

"Great! Perfect. Now all we need is to get to her, and we're good to go," The Doctor commented. He was about to exit the room when Sam saw something on the screen.

"Doctor, wait!" The Doctor looked back, giving a concerned look, "Look at the screen far to the middle right." Everyone followed Sam's finger, which lead to the screen. It showed a woman running, looking as if escaping something.

"Is she being chased by the minotaur?" asked John.

"No. Look again," Sherlock answered. The woman this time, looking behind her, shouted something.

"She wouldn't be shouting if she was chased," The Doctor said.

"We have to help her!" Sam advised.

"Sam, we must get to the TARDIS before something happens to it," said Sherlock.

"Sherlock, she could get hurt. What if the girl is spotted by the minotaur?" John said.

"Then it is decided! Sherlock and I will locate the TARDIS. Sam, John, you guys will assist the woman. She's," The Doctor soniced the screen with the woman, "A floor above us. Sam, John, don't separate from each other. You said it yourself John, the walls are even stranger than this building." The Doctor looked at everyone and waited for an approval. They all nodded at the plan. As they left the room, they went up the staircase, and eventually continued with their told partner.

…

Sam and John were quickly pacing through the hall. Sam had his handgun at his side, and John with his. At times, they would stop to listen for footsteps. Nothing this time. They proceeded with the plan.

"Hey, Sam," Sam broke his focus a bit, and looked at John, "Remember when Dean told us about the rooms?"

"Well, yeah. Why?" The both of them slowed down a bit.

"I noticed that he was raiding the bar counter. I assume it was for liquor. Is he all right? He looked distressed."

"Well, he probably opened the door himself, and saw 'you know what'."

"You think he's doing… better?"

"I-I'm sorry, John, but, no offence, but why are you concerned?"

"To be honest, I opened one of the doors myself. It was quite… affective on me. I was just wondering. My apologies."

"Oh no! It's fine really. I'm glad you care… um, you know for yourself. Seeing your greatest fear isn't quite the best thing in the world, or… universe, since I now know there's more than just Earth out here." John chuckled at the comment.

"Yeah, just what we needed." Sam did the same to John's comment, "I'm sorry I didn't notice his distraught phase at the bar. I honestly would've helped-"

"John, it's ok. Really," Sam gave a smile to him, "Well, since you said that you opened a door yourself, are you okay?"

"Oh, yes. Amy actually spoke with me. I believe Rory went to Dean also-" Sam suddenly stopped, placing his hand in front of John. John stopped as well. They heard footsteps. They were trying to pinpoint as to where the noise was coming from. A few seconds later, they looked back, and saw that the woman bumped in front of them.

"Miss! Are you ok?" Sam asked. The woman was a little over 5 feet. She was a blonde, but had red highlights. She was wearing a jean skirt that went down to her knees, and a white dress shirt. She was carrying her high heels, and her sunglasses were about to fall off of her head.

"Oh goodness, other people! Oh thank god," shouted the woman.

"Miss, can you please tell us what's wrong?" John asked.

"Please, have you seen a man about the height of me? He has black hair, wears glasses, and has an t-shirt and jeans?"

"Ma'am, we haven't seen anyone else here. I'm sorry. However, you must come with us. My name is John Watson, and that's Sam. It's not safe here." The lady was about to argue over the suggestion, but eventually looked down, and nodded.

...

The Doctor and Sherlock were walking through the halls, keeping their eyes out for the TARDIS. The Doctor kneeled down a bit and started sonicing his surroundings. The Doctor deactivated the device, and checked it to see if any new readings came up with the examination. Nothing. Sherlock rolled his eyes, and checked his watch.

"Doctor, it's been about half an hour. You could've gotten the coordinates to the exact locations you know.

"Yes, I could've Sherlock. However, with my knowledge of the 'moving' walls in this hotel, I assume it was useless to do so," the Doctor noticed how anxious and unsettled Sherlock looked, "Sherlock?"

"Yes?"

"Any reason why you think Crowley wishes for you?"

"I have been thinking the same way. I haven't came up with any logical reason."

"Did anything happen… down there?"

"Hell? I did nothing of which that would offend him in any way."

"Do you believe it has anything to do with the end of the world?"

"Crowley did mention something of that sort." A moment of silence was filled with the amount of thoughts forming in their heads. After a few minutes, Sherlock suddenly stopped. He froze there, and started looking around him. The Doctor noticed his odd actions.

"What's wrong, Sherlock?" Sherlock, after getting up from him kneeling to ground, gave a troubled look.

"Doctor, I believe we all made the conclusion that the walls have a mind of their own, right?"

"That's right, yes. Why?"

"Even with that sort of theory, I think we've… passed this hall already."

"What?"

"I recognize the room numbers. Doctor, if I'm right-"

"The TARDIS isn't here." Right then, the two heard a thumping coming near them. They both looked behind them simultaneously.

"It was a trap!" Sherlock mumbled.

"Run!" The Doctor and Sherlock ran forward. The monster seemed to be faster this time. The two began to become skeptical of their strategy. They were getting nowhere, and didn't want to know what would happen if they were caught. Sherlock caught a glance at one of the doors. 221. He impulsively yelled out to the Doctor.

"Doctor! In here!" The Doctor looked back.

"Sherlock, you won't want to know what's in that room."

"I know, Doctor, but we don't have much of a choice, now do we?" The Doctor finally gave in, and ran towards him. Sherlock opened the door, and the both of them waited quietly, waiting out the Minotaur. The Doctor reluctantly checked the see what was in the room. Nothing. The Doctor saw the floral mattress on bed, and the lamp on the table. Nothing out of the ordinary.

"Sherlock, there's nothing here-" The Doctor was quiet with the absolute petrified look Sherlock was giving.

"Sherlock, what's wrong?"

"T-The dogs."

"What?"

"The dogs, the growls, how the bloody hell do you not hear them?! Can't you see them?!"

"Sherlock, calm down. This is all fake. Nothing is real here." The Doctor tried hard to get what Sherlock was talking about. However, when he looked up, he saw a man in a suit giving a dreadful smile. The Doctor thought back to the picture the Winchesters showed back in the Pond's house. Moriarty came to the Doctor's head.

"I told you I'd burn you," Moriarty was cut off by a growl from one of the hellhounds, "Now, riddle me this, Sherlock: All of your friends think you're dead, you just escaped hell, however with the price of your good old friend John seeing you as a soulless demon," Moriarty, as if on cue, was cut by a growl from one of the hellhounds, "and this little piggy went to hell, and is going to drag you along with him. Now, answer me Sherlock, how does this make you feel?"