It has been... a long time, but enjoy- finally, we're seeing some damn plot in this fic!
John woke up with a start. He stood up too quickly and banged his head on the rather low ceiling. He looked around him. Total darkness. Suddenly, he heard a strange buzzing to his left. The Doctor had his strange torch out again, and he was at the door.
"Doctor!" John was pleased to see him. He was glad he wasn't alone.
"Indeed. John. I am also here, and Rory is... somewhere on the floor. I don't think he has quite recovered yet," Sherlock said loftily. "Now, Doctor. Can you get us out of here any time soon? I don't like to be delayed in my work."
"I am trying, Sherlock, but considering this isn't working, and it usually does, I'm going to conclude this door is either deadlocked, or wood," said the Doctor.
John's eyes were wide as he tried to take in his surroundings, straining to see through the gloom. He could see the fuzzy outline of a door by the light of the Doctor's torch-device, but aside from that the room seemed to be completely devoid of anything.
Stooping slightly, he attempted to move towards his companions, but tripped over something fleshy that gave a moan as he struggled to find his balance.
"I've found Rory," he said as he righted himself. Out of the blackness came Sherlock's sarcastic tone.
"Congratulations, John. Excellent detective work."
"Shut up, you arrogant..." He let the unfinished insult hang, reaching above his head to feel the earthy ceiling. "We must be deep underground, way below the sand."
"Yes John, another excellent deduction," said Sherlock, in the same bored, sarcastic tone.
"Eureka!" The Doctor suddenly cried. "I've got it open!" The Doctor had realized that the door was indeed, made of wood, so he had given it a good kick, (because the Sonic still can't do wood) but during their exchange, Sherlock and John didn't notice, and Rory was still coming around.
Sherlock became suddenly aware that the Doctor was no longer present and strode off in the direction of the door, leaving John to help Rory, who was only partially awake.
"What happened?" he groaned as John attempted to help him to his feet.
"Kidnapped by aliens, by the looks of things," John said grimly. "Oh, and mind your-"
John was cut off by a loud crack as Rory's head collided with the ceiling. Rory groaned, but John had no time for sympathy.
"Come on," he urged, tugging Rory's elbow. "The Doctor just left and Sherlock followed. If we don't move now, we'll lose them."
They stumbled to the door and stepped through into a room that was equally as dark but the ceiling was high enough for both men to stand upright. There was a faint green glow ahead and John realised that they were in some sort of corridor.
Abandoning Rory to fend for himself, John jogged towards the glow, knowing it would be the Doctor's torchy-thing. Rory followed, slowly and painfully, cursing The Doctor, Sherlock and all manor of other things. The Doctor called for John and Rory over his shoulder, to make sure they was following.
"Rory? John?"
"Yes, Doctor, I'm here," John replied.
"And what about Rory?"
"He's... coming," John replied. The Doctor stopped for a second to check.
"Come on, Rory! We haven't got all day, or even a spare second at the moment!" With that, The Doctor turned and stalked after Sherlock, quickening his pace to catch up to him.
"This tunnel is on a downwards slant," Sherlock said, without turning. "I suggest we try to find a turn off. One that leads to the surface."
"Well, Sherlock, you're the one in front. Do let us know when you find one."
Not for the first time, Sherlock's hugely inflated ego was getting on John's nerves. "Sherlock, piss off." John was irritated, his ankle still hurt from being captured, and his head hurt from hitting it. He was thoroughly disheartened.
"Oi!" the Doctor objected, pointing first at Sherlock, then John, then wagging his finger at both of them. "Play nice. And watch the language!"
Behind them, poor forgotten Rory puffed along. He was still groggy and struggling to keep up.
"Can you lot slow down a bit?"
"Oh, Rory, you're still with us! Good!" The Doctor was enthusiastic. He always was with potential alien life, or just something abnormal. "It would be nice if you could speed up, though."
"Well I flipping concussed myself, didn't I!" Rory grumbled.
"Oh come here, you big girls blouse." The Doctor ran his Sonic over Rory. "Rory, you are fine. Not even concussed."
"Now is hardly the time for a medical examination," Sherlock complained, coming to a halt. "Honestly, Doctor. You speak as though you adventure often and yet you act so cluelessly."
"The Doctor bounds through time like a rather excitable dog." Rory suddenly said, sounding thoughtful.
Before the Doctor could protest the metaphor, a loud grating, grinding sound filled the air as the ground began to shake. All four men turned to the source of the sound, immediately blinded as a section of the wall slid to one side and the corridor flooded with brilliant light.
Once their eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness, a large silhouette formed, breaking off into six individual figures- the outlines of some beings that were most certainly not human...
Okay, the end. Thank you as always to reviews, favourites, etc. And now, surprise time... DOUBLE UPDATE! YAY! Alrighty, so review and I'll be right back with part two xD.