Author's Note: As soon as I saw the two 'Beatles Doctor Who' pictures (which can be found with a simple Google search) I couldn't resist making this chapter!
Chapter Eight
The days passed by, each one more exciting than the last. Before they knew it, Mycroft and Sherlock had spent an entire month with the Doctor. He installed a clock in their room which allowed them to see what the date would be, if they had stayed on Earth. Sherlock and Mycroft laughed at the fact that they were climbing a mountain made entirely of ice-cream as their classmates were taken their final exams.
Every morning, the two brothers would eagerly race out to the console room. The Doctor would always have a destination in mind—an impossible planet or an unforgettable moment in history. When the day was done, they would have just enough energy to go into their favorite rooms of the Tardis. Mycroft's favorite room was the library. It was the biggest library that he had ever seen, though the Doctor begrudgingly admitted that it wasn't the largest library in the universe. He didn't care—he still got lost in the thousands of books. Sherlock loved the music room and quickly learned how to play the violin. He was a natural and even had enough courage to perform in front of the Doctor and Mycroft one night. They both gave him a standing ovation.
At the end of the day, the three would sit in the console room and talk for hours. They would recount their adventures or listen to the Doctor's previous adventures and random facts about the universe. They would climb up onto the roof and stare at the stars or use the Sonic Screwdriver to roast marshmallows or splash around in the swimming pool.
The Doctor was amazing. When he arrived at a new planet, he did so with a fierce mission to explore something new and help those who needed it. He never ran away from a fight but always faced it with perseverance. He also never reprimanded Sherlock and Mycroft when they got into trouble or danger.
"It's a life lesson."
"We accidentally summoned a sea-monster!"
"It's an…interesting life lesson."
But deep down, he was just an ecstatic five-year old whose mission was to show the two brothers the time of their lives. He cared about them. And that made all the difference in the universe. Even if he could be a bit absentminded.
One night the Doctor suddenly looked up and randomly shouted.
"What?" Sherlock cried, "What is it?"
"I'm stupid," the Doctor groaned, "Mycroft, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry."
"I…forgive you?" Mycroft said, uncertainly.
"I completely forgot," the Doctor continued, "Alright. Off to bed. Long day tomorrow."
"W…what?"
"Bed."
"But what are you sorry for?" Mycroft pressed.
"It's a surprise."
"So you're sorry but it's a surprise as to why you're sorry?" Mycroft skeptically asked.
"Yep. Come along."
He led them into the bedroom, tucked Sherlock in, ruffled Mycroft's hair and bid them goodnight. Eight hours later, he burst back into their room and roared for them to get up.
"What's wrong?" Sherlock yawned, his hair sticking up more than usual.
"Nothing," the Doctor grinned, "Good thing, too. You two have the poorest reaction time that I've ever seen. Oh well. Wakey-wakey."
He pulled Mycroft's pillow from beneath him. Mycroft groaned and begrudgingly sat up.
"I've taken the liberty of picking out your clothes," the Doctor cheerfully said.
"Peacoats?" Sherlock groaned, "It's summertime!"
"Peacoats are cool."
The Doctor left them to change. Sherlock and Mycroft decided that it was best not to ask as they pulled on the heavy coats and adjusted their hair. They went into the console room and nibbled on some bacon while the Doctor excitedly explained how they were going to love their destination. When they were done, he hit a button and they were off!
There was the usual amount of shaking followed by a startling crash that knocked the three of them off of their feet.
"Ah," the Doctor cried, attempting to stand up, "That didn't sound good. Not good at all."
He hit a few buttons and pulled a few levers and suddenly they were sideways! Mycroft grabbed a rope hanging from the ceiling and Sherlock grabbed onto him. The Doctor managed to cling onto the console and straighten the box out. It skidded to a stop and the boys dropped to the ground, trembling.
"Sorry," the Doctor cried, "I'm sorry! Are you alright?"
"Fine," Sherlock whimpered.
"What'd we hit?" Mycroft gasped.
The Doctor opened the door and looked out before paling.
"Doctor?"
"Ehh…oh…not good at all."
Sherlock and Mycroft stepped forward to look. The Tardis had landed on an average looking road. Mycroft glanced at the sign: ABBEY ROAD.
"Doctor…" he slowly said.
He then realized that a group of four was lying in a heap, as though something had crashed into them. Something like a blue box.
Sherlock swallowed and Mycroft groaned. The two exchanged looks before glancing up at the Doctor. The Time Lord looked exasperated as he asked, "Please tell me that you've already taken the picture?"
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"It's bigger on the inside!"
The Doctor, Sherlock, and Mycroft laughed at John Lennon's statement.
Mycroft couldn't believe it. They were sitting backstage with the Beatles! The Tardis was in the corner, being admired by the Fabulous Four. The Doctor ran a hand through his hair and grinned at him. Mycroft returned it. The Beatles had been more than ecstatic when the Doctor had explained who he was, what he did, where he went, how he got there, and why this visit was very important to Mycroft.
They had invited the brothers backstage to talk. Mycroft and Sherlock wanted to hear all about their tours and adventures. John, Paul, George, and Ringo wanted to hear all about their tours and adventures.
Finally, a stagehand announced that it was time to go on. Mycroft, Sherlock, and the Doctor slipped into the crowd right in front of the stage. Mycroft and Sherlock immediately realized one very important fact about the Doctor: Don't take him to concerts.
Naaa naa naa nananana nananana Hey Jude
The Doctor threw his head back and cried, "Jude Judie Judie Judie Judie JUDIE!"
The two brothers cracked up but he wasn't finished.
Naaa naa naa nananana nananana Hey Jude
"Jude Jude Jude Jude Jude…"
By now half of the crowd was turning to look at the funny man with the bowtie who was roaring at the top of his lungs.
Naaa naa naa nananana
"Yeah yeah yeah," the Doctor sang.
Nananana Hey Jude
"Yeah you know you can make it, J-Jude, you're not goanna break it!" Sherlock roared, much to the Doctor's delight.
Naaa naa naa nananana nananana Hey Jude
"Hey Jude, YEAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"
Sherlock and Mycroft joined in with the clapping and the Doctor triumphantly grinned.
Naaa naa naa nananana nananana Hey Jude
The Doctor glanced at Mycroft who opened his mouth but was too embarrassed to do anything.
Naaa naa naa nananana nananana Hey Jude.
"Come on, Mycroft!" Sherlock pleaded, "Please!"
Naaa naa naa nananana nananana Hey Jude.
"NanananananananananananacauseIwanna," Mycroft mumbled. The Doctor still encouragingly nodded and the others clapped.
Naaa naa naa nananana nananana Hey Jude.
The Doctor belted out, "NANANANANANANANANANANANACAUSEIWANNA!"
"Show off," Mycroft laughed.
The Doctor also laughed but his smile immediately diminished.
"Doctor?" Sherlock asked, "What's wrong?"
"Something not good at all," the Doctor mumbled, "Look."
He pointed. Something was creeping around the corner behind the Beatles. It looked like a statue—a statue of an angel.
The Doctor screamed again, and this time it wasn't lyrics, "STOP! STOP THE CONCERT! STOP! Sherlock, Mycroft, keep your eye on that statue! Don't blink but don't look into its eyes. Is that understood?"
The boys nervously nodded and did as they were told.
The Beatles halted and, seeing his alarmed look, leaned over the railing of the stage.
"Doctor, what is it?" John asked.
The Doctor grabbed the nearest microphone and declared, "Ladies and Gentlemen there appears to be a very serious gas leak. N…CALM DOWN! Don't worry. If you leave immediately, there will be no effects. Go. Now. Leave."
It was like he had said a special incantation. The crowd departed, screaming and hollering for one another. Within seconds, the seven were alone.
"Doctor, what is going on?" George shouted.
"Turn around," the Doctor slowly said, eyeing the statue, "Slowly now."
They did so and gaped at the statue.
"Where did that come from?" Paul asked.
"Doctor, what's the problem?" Sherlock anxiously asked, "It's just a statue."
"The problem is that it's not just a statue, Sherlock," the Doctor grimaced, "That is a Weeping Angel. It's rather hard to explain but…don't blink. They are superfast and extremely dangerous. They are vicious. They…are…vicious."
He suddenly looked extremely upset but shook it off and said, "Come along. Come with me. Back away. Don't blink. And don't stare into its eyes."
Sherlock and Mycroft tried not to panic. The Doctor was upset and nervous. They were smart enough to realize that this was not a good sign.
"And…run!"
They immediately complied. They ran as fast as they could. The Doctor pulled open a cellar door and he, Sherlock, and Mycroft ducked in.
"We'll lead it away," John shouted.
"No," the Doctor cried, "NO!"
But it was too late.
The Beatles had raced past and the Weeping Angel swept by seconds later.
"They'll be alright, won't they?" Mycroft nervously asked. When the Doctor didn't answer, he worriedly cried, "Doctor, we didn't just sentence the Beatles to death…?"
"Come along," the Doctor softly said.
"Doctor!"
"Come along," the Doctor repeated.
The three walked through the basement, jumping at every shadow and moan. Their hearts raced, all four of them.
"I'm sorry," the Doctor said after a few seconds, "I'm so sorry. This isn't what I expected at all."
"It's okay," Sherlock said, though his voice was higher than usual, "We knew what we were getting into when we joined you."
Mycroft nodded, still troubled. The Beatles were in danger because of them.
"Where are we going?" Mycroft finally asked.
"I have no idea," the Doctor admitted. They came out into a main room and started down another corridor on the opposite side. Unfortunately, they heard a noise. The Doctor clicked his Sonic and the lights brightened. Sherlock and Mycroft resisted a scream. Four Weeping Angels were at the end of the corridor.
"No," the Doctor gasped, "No!"
The four backed against the wall, trying not to blink.
"Doctor, what do we do?" Sherlock asked.
"Daleks are little buggers," the Doctor quietly said, "I don't really care for Cybermen and I am not too fond of the Silence. But if there's one thing that I hate IT'S WEEPING ANGELS!"
He shook with fury. It was unnerving, the brothers thought, as they pressed themselves against the wall. They had never seen the Doctor look so angry, so hurt, and so afraid.
Then quite suddenly, something crashed into the back of an Angel's head. It was a sledgehammer and it was being held by a woman with a mop of curly yellow hair. She took a deep breath and said, "Well that's another thing we have in common. Hello, Sweetie."
Without further ado, she spun around and began to smash the Angels. She took off arms and heads and though it didn't stop them, it gave the Doctor and the brothers enough time to race past. Mycroft was relieved to see that the Doctor looked relieved. Once they were safely down the corridor, Sherlock and Mycroft turned. The woman was still at it, smashing bits of Angel left and right. She gracefully spun around, never giving them a chance to touch her.
Sherlock's eyes widened and Mycroft softly whispered, "Blimey."
He wasn't aware that the Doctor had come up next to him until the Time Lord smirked and said, "Oi, she's spoken for."
"Oh, I wasn't…I…I didn't…" Mycroft stammered before asking, "By who?'
The woman backed towards them, staring at the Angels as she did so.
"Mycroft, Sherlock," the Doctor calmly said, all while keeping an extra eye on the statues, "I'd like you to meet my wife: Professor River Song."
"Hello," River said with a smile. She then swung the hammer over her shoulder, crashing it into the face of an Angel that was coming towards her.
"You're…what? You're married?" Mycroft asked the smiling Time Lord.
"Why didn't you tell us?" Sherlock cried.
"Rule One: The Doctor lies," River explained.
Sherlock suddenly looked excited as he put things together, "River!"
"Yes?"
"You're River!"
"Yes."
"I thought that the Doctor was talking to random bodies of water."
"He does that too," River remarked, "Mind your head now."
Sherlock ducked out of the way and River spun around, wielding the hammer and knocking it into the Angel's arm.
"Back, back," the Doctor instructed. The four slowly stepped backwards, keeping their eyes on the stone statues.
The Doctor quickly glanced at River and asked, "How many are there?"
"These four," River sharply said, glaring at the statues, "And then another three chased your friends."
"Are they alright?" Sherlock demanded.
"I don't know. I'm sorry," River remarked, "I came in after you."
There was a terrifying pause as they backed away.
"You're married?" Mycroft repeated.
"Yes," the Doctor whispered, the smirk reforming; "Now pick your jaw up off the floor and let's crack on, shall we?"
"What…no…sorry…I didn't mean…"
But the Time Lord was already running with River at his side. Mycroft grabbed Sherlock's hand and the four raced away. Much to their horror, the corridor forked ahead and the two brothers ended up going down a different corridor than the Doctor and River. They could hear two Angels following them. Due to River's…modifications…the Angels weren't as fast as the Doctor had originally said. But they were still hobbling along, side-by-side, snarling and hissing and trying to grab them.
The corridor somehow looped back into the main room. The Doctor and River raced out of a corridor on the opposite side.
"We've got two chasing us!" Mycroft gasped.
"Us too," River declared, "Side-by-side?"
Sherlock nodded and River said, "Good. Hold on."
She whirled a grappling hook and the Doctor did the same. Both hooks latched onto a beam on the ceiling. The Doctor grabbed Mycroft and River grabbed Sherlock and the four shot up just as the Angels came out from both sides. As soon as they saw one another, they immediately froze.
"Haha," Sherlock cried, practically choking River, "Wicked!"
"Yes…wicked…now…would…you…mind…letting…go?"
"Sorry," Sherlock sheepishly muttered as the four dropped down.
"Afraid of heights, are we?" River asked.
"Of course not," Sherlock mumbled, "Afraid of falling."
River gave a start and amusedly asked, "Really? Sherlock Holmes is afraid of falling."
"River," the Doctor quietly said.
River paused before sighing and admitting, "Right. Sorry. Spoilers."
"What spoil…?" Mycroft started before becoming distracted by the still Angels. It was eerie. They were still outstretched, mouths still twisted in a snarl, seconds away from grabbing them but frozen by one another's gaze. Sherlock started towards one but Mycroft grabbed his arm and held him back.
"Well," River brightly said, "I would love to stick around but I really ought to get back to the party and tell Stalin that I'm flattered but not interested."
She reached up and fondly adjusted the Doctor's bowtie.
"I'll be around," she said with a wink. And then she was gone.
There was a small pause as the three collected themselves. Finally, Mycroft once again repeated, "You're married?"
The Doctor laughed and said, "Come on. Let's meet back up with the others."
"Is it alright to leave them?" Sherlock asked, still eyeing the Weeping Angels.
"Don't worry," the Doctor calmly said, "I've enabled a perception filter. Nobody will touch them."
Their minds buzzing, the Holmes' brothers followed the Doctor back outside.
"Doctor!"
"Doctor!"
"Over here!"
"You made it!"
The Beatles were racing towards them, grinning with relief.
"He-ey," the Doctor cried, "Good! Everyone's all in order!"
"We led them to a small carnival," George said with a smirk.
The Doctor looked confused and Paul clarified, "The House of Mirrors, to be exact."
"They froze up as soon as they saw their reflections," Ringo snickered.
The Doctor laughed and cried, "Brilliant. Why didn't I think of that? Augh. Oh well; well done, the four of you. Absolutely…wow…I mean…Mycroft, Sherlock, the Beatles just outwitted the Weeping Angels! You can't ask for a better show than that!"
John smiled and said, "Speaking of a show…"
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Let it be, let it be, let it be, oh let it be…
The Doctor, Mycroft, and Sherlock sat back and smiled at the four musicians before them. The console room of the Tardis exhibited a great resonance.
Mycroft nudged Sherlock and whispered, "The Beatles are in the Tardis."
"The Beatles are performing a private concert for us," the Doctor happily murmured.
"The Beatles outwitted the bloody Weeping Angels," Sherlock excitedly added.
"Thanks, Doctor," Mycroft acclaimed, "This means a lot."
"You're welcome," the Doctor softly said.
"So," Sherlock mused, "Is this what you do when bad things happen?"
"What's that, Sherlock?"
"Let it be?"
He smiled and put his arms around the brothers' shoulders. The three closed their eyes and became lost in the music.
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, yeah let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be…