Chapter 4
Sherlock and John chase the Zygote up and down streets and alleyways. They are unaware that what they are really chasing is a big, red, sucker-covered, humanoid thing. They can only see the man that works for Moriarty. The chase him back to where they met the Doctor before they lose trace of the Zygote.
Sherlock punches the air and groans. "No, no, no, no!"
"We'll find him," John says trying to give his friend some hope.
"It will take weeks, months even, to find him again! He will change his identity twice by the time we locate him!"
"Sherlock, maybe we can find doctor whatever-his-name-was? He couldn't have gone far. Maybe he has seen the man we were chasing."
"His name was just 'The Doctor,' John, or at least that's what he prefers to go by. He has another name, but even I don't know that. I really don't like not knowing."
"I know," John sighs and looks around. "Where do you think he could have gone?"
"He's an alien, so he went to his spaceship," Sherlock responds rather sarcastically.
"And where is this alleged spaceship?"
"In the alley."
"How do you…never mind don't answer that."
Sherlock gives a smug half smirk, half grin as steps off of the street and into the alley. John follows behind him. Strangely, neither of them notice the Zygote disguised as one of Moriarty's snipers that has sneaked onto the rooftop of a nearby building.
"Doctor," Amy says as they play a game outside of the Tardis as it charges. "We're stuck in a parallel universe for the next two days. Why don't we do something? It would be more fun than playing card games and eating sandwiches outside of the Tardis, and it sounds like something my doctor would enjoy."
"Although normally I would, this isn't our universe. I have to pretend to be an adult."
"You have to pretend to be the one thing that is too big of a lie for even the physic paper?"
"Here, I do."
"If the physic paper cannot make anyone believe it, you cannot pull off that act. Give it up. There must be something here for us to do. Maybe there's some Daleks or some Cybermen or some Weeping Angles or something. We could go check. It could be fun."
"We're in the middle of our game!"
Amy rolls her eyes and takes her turn. She would much rather be doing anything else. This is not Utah. This is a dingy alley in a parallel universe version of London. Therefore, it is not a place for picnics. It's a place for another adventure. She would much rather be going elsewhere and saving planets with her madman in a blue box and Roman soldier, but they are playing cards in the alley. She stands up.
"Where are you…" the Doctor starts, but is cut off when Sherlock and John approach them.
"Have you seen a man – blond hair, extremely muscular, has a scar over his right eye, and carrying a 655 M16A1 sniper rifle?" Sherlock asks.
"You need help?" the Doctor asks, shocked.
"We lost him," John explains. "Do you want to help?"
"We're busy," the Doctor responds.
"No, you're not," Sherlock remarks.
A bullet hits one of the walls near Sherlock's head before the Doctor can respond to Sherlock's comment. "Run!" the Doctor yells as he grabs Amy's wrist and leads the party out of the alley with Sherlock at his side.
"Why aren't we running into the Tardis?" Amy half yells.
"Battery's dead! Shields are down!" he yells back to her. They run across the busy street (a bus barely missing hitting Rory and killing him again) and onto a side street. They run up and down several blocks in an attempt to avoid being tracked by the Zygote impersonating Moriarty's sniper.
When they stop they're in front of 3203 North 6th Street. There's loud noise coming from inside the residence. One voice is obviously Irish. The other is British. The Irish man almost yells at his friend in Irish, and the British one almost yells back in French.
Sherlock stops and puts his ear to the door. He already has the translations memorized. The Doctor, Amy, and Rory move closer to listen. Although the battery is dead, the Tardis still translates for them. John is the only one who cannot understand the conversation. They listen in on the men.
"You bloody idiot! You got yourself caught!" the Irish man half yells.
"I know that voice," Sherlock murmurs under his breath.
"I was attacked, Boss! That…thing wasn't human." the British man answers him.
"Military man, but terrified of his employer," Sherlock murmurs again.
"Then what was it? A PIXIE?" the Irish man yells as he throws a dagger into the wall beside his employee's head.
"I don't know what the f-" the British man stops speaking momentarily as he dodges another thrown dagger, then continues, "thing was! Some alien or something. I don't know."
"You're an idiot. If you weren't my best employee, I would have made you into shoes by now." The British man doesn't reply to the Irish man's threatening words as there is the sound of a third dagger hitting the wall. "We need to go and choose another fake identity for you. Sherlock's on 'your' trail. We can't have him locking you up." A few moments later the small party of the Doctor, Sherlock Homes, John Watson, and Amy and Rory could hear the backdoor to the building slamming and a car driving off.