A/N: Hello, my darlings! Long time no see! Now don't get mad at me because I did warn you that I there was going to be a lot more time between chapters. I'm busy, okay? Besides, I have a terrible problem of procrastination and laziness ;)
Anyways, I'm sure you don't want to listen to my excuses cause I sure don't. Who's excited for Simon and Marcy on Adventure Time? How about the new episodes of Doctor Who later this month? Or how about the new season of Sherlock because they start filming on the 18th! I sure am!
Okay, back to business- I hope you like this chapter because there was a lot of revising involved. However, the story starts to pick up so enjoy! Oh, and I don't own anything you don't recognize. :)
So, what time is it? Adventure Time! Or- Wholock Time!
Chapter 6
"So, where are we going?" John asked. His voice was lightly tinged with suspicion as well as curiosity. Princess Bubblegum was silently leading them down the seemingly endless hallways of the castle. They weaved through her palace for what seemed forever until the Princess turned to one of the multiple doors.
She reached for the knob and turned it. The door swung open, and she patiently waited for everyone to enter before shutting it again.
The room was small yet vacant. It was brightly lit, with white washed walls. On the other side of the room stood another machine. It looked like one of those radioactive showers you would find in a chemistry lab; the words "Sciency Shower" were embossed at the top, but they were hastily scribbled out with what looked like red ink. What appeared to be a large generator was attached to it with elegantly coiled tubes. A dormant computer was built in the generator and a variety of buttons decorated its side.
Sherlock stepped forward and carefully examined the glass of the shower with scrutinizing eyes. "What would you call this?" he asked with slight curiosity.
Bubblegum blinked and responded, "I built this machine a while ago for a specific purpose. But I never thought that I would use it until now."
"That wasn't the question," Sherlock huffed impatiently, "I asked what would you call this contraption of yours, but you avoided the question. Therefore, you're trying to hide something from us, most likely so you don't arouse suspicion between us."
"Why should that matter to you?" the baffled Princess snapped.
"Please," Sherlock scoffed, "I'm a detective. Every detail should matter to me."
"This is something that is very important to my friends and I. It is hardly any of your business as to why I built it, Mr. Holmes," she replied. Bubblegum opened a panel on the machine and started fiddling with the wires.
"Why don't you trust us?" Sherlock interrogated, "Does this have something to do with the fact that your friend Finn here is the last human on Earth?"
"Sherlock!" John shouted.
"How on Earth could you possibly know that?" Finn cried. His face was sculpted into a surprised expression.
"Well obviously, we have seen no other humans so far; the boy is clearly parentless; the looks the Candy People have given us as if we were something they have never seen before- I could go on forever," the detective smirked, "Child's play."
"Sherlock, that's enough," John scolded.
"Oh!" the Doctor yelled as if a sudden realization hit him, "That's what's missing from this world! The Humans!"
"So what, they're extinct or something?" Amy questioned.
"Obviously," Sherlock put in and John threw his hands up in exasperation, silently screaming to himself.
"It must have been a war," the Doctor said sadly, "A war between the people of Earth, am I right? There was probably no one here to stop it." It's rare to see the Doctor so deflated. He looked so sad to realize that his beloved humans were gone.
"Stop it," a voice choked out. The travelers turned to see a single tear rolling down Finn's face.
"Finn, I'm sorry," the Doctor told him.
"Just stop it. Stop talking as if-as if-" Finn couldn't finish his sentence. He just lowered his head unhappily.
"Leave him alone," Jake told them sternly as he reached up to embrace his friend.
"Yes," Bubblegum stepped in, "It will be much easier for all of us if you just listen to what I've got to say." She gestured towards the open shower door, "You will all step in there. I promise it won't be long, but it is of the utmost importance-starting with you," she pointed an accusing finger, "Mr. Holmes."
Sherlock rolled his eyes, "What good will this do?"
"Lots," the Princess replied.
Reluctantly, Sherlock stepped into the shower as curiosity overtook him. With a gentle hiss, the door closed. Lights lining the sides blinked on, bathing the man in bright light. Sherlock's friends looked in nervously and a recomposed Doctor slid up next to Bubblegum as she typed something into the computer.
"So what does this do?" he asked quietly.
Hesitantly, the Princess replied, "I'm programming this machine to look for Human DNA. I am trying to prove that you and your friends truly are human so you don't mislead us and pose a threat to the Candy Kingdom."
"Why would we do any of that?"
She paused and lowered her voice, "I'm trying to protect Finn. He may be the bravest hero in Ooo, but he can be easily fooled. There was an incident in the past similar to the one we have here. It really hurt him when he found out what was really going on."
"My that's brilliant!" the Doctor marveled, "And sad at the same time. There's just one thing-" he was cut off when Bubblegum pulled down the lever.
The machine emitted a hum that vibrated throughout the room. Sherlock noticed from inside the shower a blinking, blue light at the top. The light expanded and scanned Sherlock's body up and down.
"Oh my," the Princess gasped. "Human!" On the computer screen was a rotating silhouette of Sherlock's body. Next to it, a variety of codes rushed up the screen in a column. But in big, blinking letters stood the word, "HUMAN."
The Doctor grinned when Sherlock stepped out. "You're next," Bubblegum ushered to John, a small smile playing at her lips.
Again, the same procedure, the same results. Amy then stepped in, and the Princess' eyes grew wider, and wider.
"Well," the Princess stated, "You guys are so far, so good. The Doctor is the only one that's left."
Much to the Doctor and his friends' protests, he was obliged to do the same as everyone else. As soon as the light scanned his body, a shrill alarm went off.
"What?" Bubblegum gasped, surprised. She desperately put more things into the computer, but screen remained the same: "UNKNOWN."
"I don't understand!"
"Actually, there's a perfectly sane explanation!" the Doctor yelled from within the shower.
Bubblegum ignored him and decided to take a glance at the layout of his body. "That's not possible!"
"What is it?" Finn ran up to stand next to Bubblegum.
"Uh oh," Amy murmured, lowering her head. Hastily, PB let the Doctor out. She rushed up to him and muttered, "What are you?"
The Doctor smiled nervously when she cried, "How can you have two hearts?"
"Time Lord," he said simply.
"What the heck is a Time Lord?" Jake questioned, "Are you some sort of king?"
Amy burst out laughing, "Trust me, he is no king!"
"Then what?" Finn said.
"I'm an alien," the Doctor explained, "From the planet Gallifrey."
"Gallifrey?" the Princess responded, "I don't think I've ever heard of that!"
"Not surprising," the Doctor said, "I can't be sure if that planet even exists here! You see… we're kind of from a parallel universe," he shrugged awkwardly."
"We were just-er-traveling," Amy added, "When our ship crashed here."
"Where we come from, there are a lot of humans; we don't belong here in 'Ooo,'" John put in.
"But we're all from Earth," Amy gestured hurriedly to herself, Sherlock, and John, "He's not- he's a member of the ancient alien race of Time Lords."
"But my home's long gone now," the Doctor continued, "There was a war, between my people-the Time Lords- and another race called the Daleks. The Time Lords were a brilliant race, but they fell in the war, along with Gallifrey."
The Doctor looked in Finn's direction. The latter's blue eyes were wide; while the former's green ones glistened with empathy. They looked old, so old, as if they've seen hundreds' of years' worth. They were unsettling, because they didn't look like they belonged to as young as a man as the Doctor appeared. With a serious tone, the Doctor directed his next words to the boy, "I too, am the last of my kind."
"I'm sorry, Doctor, we didn't know," the Princess said sadly. She looked guilty, as she tried to be sympathetic after realizing the mistake she had committed.
The Doctor smiled warmly, "It's alright." He then spun on his heel in the intention of getting back to business, "Now, where were we?"
"The case, Doctor," Sherlock reminded him.
"Very good, shall we?" he opened the door and looked back over his shoulder, "With your permission, Princess, may we investigate the crime scene?"
Before Bubblegum could respond, a yell ripped through the air.
Without a second's hesitation, the group ran out, raced through the corridors of the palace, and burst out into the courtyard, only to find it empty.
"There's no one here," John gasped.
"But this is where we heard it! That scream came from this courtyard!" Amy said, turning her head every which way in confusion.
"Oh, glob!" Bubblegum cried, "I swear I had a guard posted right there! And there!" she pointed towards two outermost points of the area, both opposite each other.
"There's been another disappearance," Sherlock muttered.
Meanwhile, the Doctor strode over to one of the stations that the Princess indicated should have had a guard filling it. He ran his screwdriver over the entire area, and checked the readings. "Disappeared without a trace," he murmured.
"So what does that mean?" Amy asked.
"Well, I have an idea," the Doctor admitted, "But you're not going to like it."
At that moment, they heard the flapping of wings. "That idea may have just been confirmed," he glanced back over his tweed-clad shoulder as his eyes fell on something behind the group.
"Turn around," he ordered.
Amy had turned as pale as a sheet, and she immediately obeyed the Time Lord, letting out a muffled cry at what she saw. "Don't blink," she hissed.
One by one, everyone else turned to see what she was looking at.
"Wait a minute," John muttered, "Those weren't there before!"
"What the? How the lump did they get there?" a startled Finn cried out.
On the other side of the courtyard were two statues. They had large, feathery wings sprouting out their backs. One was cradling its face in its hands, but the other had its blank eyes staring directly at them, a solemn expression painted on it.
"Whatever you do, don't look away, not even for a second!" the Doctor whispered, his eyes glued on the statues.
"Doctor, what are those?" Jake looked back at him.
Ï mean it Jake!" the Doctor scolded, "Do not look away from them! Your life could depend on it."
"Sorry!" the dog hastily turned his head back in the direction of the statues, "Didn't know it was that serious!"
"They're called Weeping Angels," the Doctor explained, "They may look like statues, but they're not, They're aliens; aliens so ancient no one even knows where they came from. When you're looking at them, they freeze into rock- it's the perfect defense mechanism because you can't kill a rock. But whenever you blink," he gulped as beads of sweat began to form on his forehead, "Whenever you look away, they come to life."
"So, what makes them so dangerous?" John questioned.
"They're known as the 'Lonely Assassins' for a reason. If an Angel touches you when you're not looking, then it'll send you back in time and feed off the energy that would've been the rest of your life. And that's technically killing because (unless you have a time machine) you can never come back."
"So what do we do now?" Finn said, his eyes itching to close.
"First off, back away, slowly." The Doctor commanded, "And don't take your eyes off them!"
Carefully, the group treaded backwards towards the nearest exit. The Angels stood there, not moving. They didn't look menacing, but they gave off an eerie vibe that made them all uncomfortable.
"Amy!" The Time Lord called out to his right hand person, "Help me find the door!"
"It's right behind you!" she pointed out shakily.
"Brilliant," he backed up against the wall and felt his way until he found the cool, hard candy knob. Whipping out the sonic, he pointed it at the keyhole, pressing the button. The screwdriver burst to life as the click of the lock opening echoed through the courtyard.
"Everybody in here!" he ordered, pushing the door ajar. The group quickly shuffled over and entered the doorway.
"What do you suppose we do now?" Bubblegum demanded.
For a moment, a fond smirk sparked across the Doctor's face as he shouted, "Run!" Without a second to lose, he took off down the hall, his companions following suit.
Behind them, they heard the crash of a door being slammed off its hinges.
"They're coming after us!" Finn shouted. Stopping abruptly, they turned around to see the Angels right behind them. The stone faces were now twisted into a cruel snarl, pointed teeth as sharp as daggers. Their once dainty hands were now curled into monstrous talons, extending out as if two grab their prey by the neck.
"Don't let them move any further, Finn! Someone stay with him!" the Doctor commanded, "The rest of you come with me. I have an idea that just may save our lives!"
Jake ran up to Finn as the rest of the group sprinted off, "I'm not leaving you buddy," he declared, grabbing his friend's arm.
"Thanks, man," he replied, gripping Jake tightly. Finally, the boy drew his sword as Jake led him back down the hallway in the hopes that he Doctor will come back soon to save them.
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