Sherlock awoke once more in his own bed. For the first time in many years did he actually sleep in the same place twice in row. Stretching, he suddenly felt something very cold on his bare feet and with a hiss, kicked it away. Suddenly Sherlock jumped and reaching his hand over to kill the damn thing, he remembered the night before. Below his right arm, curled against his body, was Christine. Her brown hair was plastered to her forehead and her long lashes fluttered against her cheeks as she dreamed.
" No. Let me go you bastards. Father, don't let them take me. FATHER!" Christine's scream made Sherlock jump once more and he quickly wrapped his arms around her. " Shhh. I have you, Ala. Its all right I'm here." Sherlock murmured and Christine calmed, her breathing becoming normal and smooth. " Ala? Why did I say Ala?" The question made Sherlock wonder quickly about his mind. He knew that Ala was dead. He saw her fall all those years ago in the alleyway ad he saw her die there.
So why did I call you Ala?" He studied Christine with a well-trained eye and saw the reason why he called her Ala. They had the same type of facial features, especially the list, but he could tell other features such as the straight nose and the way her eyes curved into delicate almonds. Sherlock sighed. " No wonder." Sherlock hauled himself out of bed. He had fallen in love the first time he had seen Ala and this girl, his Christine could be her sister they looked so similar. Throwing on his jacket, Sherlock slipped on his shoes and went to rustle up some grub for Christine and himself before she awoke.
" YOU WHAT?" Rassilon's voice thundered through the small office making the bottles of Gallifreyan history he loved so much; rattle. In front of him was Raoul, who was now cringing in terror in front of him. " I'm sorry I was too late. The bastard already had her. I couldn't do anything." Suddenly Rassilon stood and slapped Raoul, hard.
" I told you, she need to go with you tonight. Not with that manic and you had to leave the room and go check on your ride." Raoul was sitting o the floor, blood flowing from his split lip.
" I'm sorry. I thought…"
" That's your problem Raoul. You thought. Now you have one more chance and you better get it right this time." Rassilon hissed and with a wave of his hand chased Raoul from the room.
Sherlock sat at his organ his mind wandering over what he was going to say when Christine awoke. Suddenly he heard a soft noise from the other side of the apartment and grabbing his letter opener, he threw it. A squeal from the darkness told Sherlock that he hit a rat.
" Well, at least I have one less rat." He whispered and turning back to his organ nearly fell from the bench in fright. In front of him, was Sherlock's ghost. " Well, at least you have dinner for you and Ms. Lovely." He cackled and Sherlock went to grab for the legs, but the man vanished.
" I honestly didn't think you bring her down here, but you must be desperate."
" Desperate?" The man smiled and Sherlock's eyes widened in realization. " Oh no, I won't even think of such perverse thoughts until we are truly together."
"Then what about last night?" Sherlock scowled. " That was an accident. I was asleep."
" With Christine. " The man's smile grew even bigger and Sherlock backed off. " I know, I know, but at least I was subtle about it."
" Not that much." The man chuckled and began walking over to Sherlock's bedroom. " That is off limits. If you are in my house, that room is off of the menu."
" What am I a dog or something?" Sherlock smiled. " No your worse than a dog. You're a rat. Now get out of my house."
" Fine. But I am telling you that you won't be able to hold back and when you have her underneath you, you'll realize that is nothing more than a puppet on your string." And with the warning ringing in his ears, Sherlock watched his ghost disappear. Turning back to his organ, Sherlock sat there and ran over the man's warning in his head. His head hit his hands once more and he sighed.
" Now what am I going to do?"
R&R