The two weeks were almost up and more and more of my scars from the year that never happened began to appear while my family became more and more clingy. My mother never let me leave the house unless I was with my brother or my father. I took my brother to me with the shooting range, as we talked over how I lived with Sherlock and John without trying not to shoot them. J.J. was very interested in where the plot line was and how Tony was in person compared to the movies. The question that kept coming up was why the scars started to appear back.
"I told you twice already J.J., it's because time is falling apart here, when I leave this time the past two months with you and mom and dad won't have happened." I explain loading the magazine into the gun as he watched me.
"I still don't get it."
I groaned and looked at him, "You aren't dumb so try to make sense of this. This is a parallel universe and since I'm from here and know what happens in the Doctor's world, I defy the logic of space and time. "
"Meaning?" he nagged at me.
" Meaning after I leave this part of the time line will fall apart and that night the Doctor appeared in my room will happen again and sending me back to that universe. Once I'm there I will be sealed there for the rest of my life and…." I stopped and turned and fired the gun at the paper dummy in anger.
"WOAH!" J.J. shouted as he scrambled to put the head phones before he lose an eardrums.
I placed the gun down violently as I ran out of ammo, "My scars are coming back because this is just a very real dream in my life that is full of torment and pain."
"I can't escape fate, and it's clear to me now." I breathed as my hands shook softly.
J.J.'s hand fell on my shoulder and gently took the gun away from my shaking hands and placed it in the empty stall.
"Come on let's get home dinner should be ready soon." He sighed as I took the earphones off and nodded.
Back at home, the smell of chicken filled the air and its aroma over whelmed me with memories of the past. As the family sit down and dinner started to be passed around I felt a tug deep in the pit of my stomach. I blinked and looked at the scar on my arm, it was completely back and now stinging as I touched it.
"Oh god, "I spoke softly looking at my brother, he saw by the look on my face the fear of what was going on.
"I love you, I love all of you." I choked out, biting my lip as I felt another tug on my insides.
My parents looked up and smiled as the image of then froze, I gasped as the image became to dissolve and the last tug pulled me back violently. I screamed and tried to reached for my parents and my brother as images flashed by my rapidly.
I saw images of the months I had with them and then the images of the year I lived fly past as the frozen image of my family grew further away, disappearing a bit more and more. As I gasped as it all went black and I was sitting up in the flat in the dark all alone.
I stood up and looked around, before pulling my face to my hands and letting out a choked sob. I stop after a minute and looking at my shaking hands; I turned and grabbed my sketch book ripping out a page in it. I tacked it to the wall then stormed over to the desk grabbing John's gun filled it with a mag before taking aim. I held the gun with both hands as I loaded the ammo into the page attached to the wall in pure rage.
"What the hell are you doing?!" John shouted from the door way.
I looked at him and tossed the gun to him as I stormed out, leaving rage in my wake and a drawing of Jim's face with a round of bullets in it.
I ran upstairs and locked myself in my bedroom as I grabbed my pillow and let the tear s come flowing out, ignoring the poundings on my door from John.
This time I dozed off into a restless sleep of nightmares, monsters and the pounding of a clock running out of time.
I woke up to Sherlock playing the violin peacefully downstairs; I frowned and rolled out of the bed. After I cleaned up and headed down stairs, I stared at the drawing still tacked on the wall with the bullet marks permanently in it. John was sitting in Sherlock's chair reading the paper, only to glance up at the sound of my footsteps by the door.
"Sam…you are up early." He questioned looking me up and down with a concerned look.
"Yes I have a date" I mumbled pulling out my phone and sending a quick text off before walking over to the drawing.
"Sorry, about last night."
He turned in his seat to look directly at me as Sherlock continued to play, "Do you-No John."
I interrupted him as I turned on my heel, "Make sure he eats." I commanded at John as my boots clicked their way out of the flat.
At the street I hopped in the nearest cab and gave the driver the location of the coffee shop by the Thames. As normal I set myself up with my coffee but no sandwich due to the fact that I had a guest sitting at my usual table.
He looked up and grinned at me, "So nice of you to show dear, I figured you didn't want to speak with me."
I smirked weakly and sat across from him setting my coffee down with a slightly cling.
"It has been a while, Sammy-dear. You miss me?" He spoke as he pulled off his sun glasses and giving me a huge mocking grin.
