Chapter 12
Watson
Once the men were gone, Samantha gave a loud, unladylike frustrated groan. "Ten days! Ten days! That's…" she looked at us as her face turned red and she sighed. "Sam, you're injured, even if we found-" "Don't you finish that sentence. I may not have your powers, but that doesn't mean I'm helpless," Samantha told him, giving him a very powerful glare. Daniel threw his hands up and said, "Sam, I know. I want to kill that bastard too, make him pay for everything he did, but we barely beat him last time, and that was when we were at full strength, with an army backing us up. We have…four people now, and we're in no shape to fight. At least like this we can heal a little more and be better prepared when we face Orion." Samantha hung her head and then lay back on the couch. "Perhaps we can be of some assistance," Holmes suggested.
"How?" Daniel asked. "While you recover, Watson and I can try to track down Orion. All we need is your help in teaching us how to use your weapons," Holmes told them. I was reluctant to use their weapons, remembering that strange crescent device and the 'Ghost Thermos'. "Alright, take out the Ghost Gauntlets. You're a boxer, right Sherlock?" Daniel said. Holmes nodded and took out the strange metal gauntlets. "Those emit an anti-ectoplasmic field when activated that weakens ghosts and allows you to hit them and grab them, even if they're intangible," Daniel explained, "Put them on and make a fist and they'll turn on." Holmes put the Ghost Gauntlets on his hands and made fists and white light emitted from them. "Interesting," Holmes commented as he did a jab-cross combination with them, "Their weight does off put my timing somewhat, though the extra power in my blows should make up for it."
"If you're as strong as I've heard then you'll be fine," Daniel told him as Holmes took the Gauntlets off and put them in his overcoat. "Doc, you got a handle on Sam's ecto-blaster. You can use that," he then told me. I summoned up my courage and said, "Agreed." "Is this wise?" Mary asked, "You are talking about hunting a supernatural monster! One that can remove men's skeletons as easily as a fishmonger bones a fish!" "What would you have us do?!" Holmes yelled back at Mary, surprising us all into silence. "This…monster is a danger to every man, woman, and child in London, if not the whole of England Itself! What kind of men would we be if we did not do all in our power to stop such a fiend?" Holmes was almost yelling as he said this, betraying his own fear in the face of something beyond his knowledge and control.
We all stared at him, Sherlock Holmes; a man who faced the worst mankind had to offer gladly for the thrill of the mystery was all but quaking in his boots. "I won't force you to help me, but I cannot stand idly by while innocents are threatened," Holmes then made to leave and turned to me, "I'm going back to the Flat. I shall go at six-thirty if you wish to help me Watson." And with that, Holmes was gone.
Sam
What the Hell just happened!? How did this all happen to us?! Watson and Mary looked at each other once Holmes left while Danny and I looked at them. We both decided to go to another room, and ended up in the sitting room of Watson and Mary's house where we sat down and Danny said, "I never felt this much like a freak in years." I looked at him as he continued, "I forgot how much more powerful ghosts are than humans; I've gotten so used to beating them up. But after seeing Sherlock Holmes looking like he was about to shit his pants has really got me thinking back at how much we've changed." "Yeah, I kind of forgot too how stupid we were, how we used to be afraid of the Box Ghost at first," I agreed with him. Danny winced in pain from his ribs and said, "Sam what are we going to do? What if just being here is jacking up the Timestream or something? What if we make it back home and it turns out I'm not Danny Phantom? This is all messing with my head and I feel so stupid for not thinking about it until now."
I had to take a deep breath before I said, "We can't think about that right now. We don't know anything about what time travel and the Timestream is really like, I mean come on, we went back to the Ancient Romans, and China, and the Colonial days without screwing stuff up. Maybe nothing will happen to the Timestream, maybe we were meant to be here and now." Danny's eyes lit up at that then he had a thought, "What if we can save Tucker?" I looked at the hope in his eyes, it was desperate hope. I didn't know what to say, the idea was just so like Danny, trying to save everyone. I wanted to hope too, but then I thought what then? I never admitted this to anyone, but I did believe in fate, sometimes. I always wondered if somehow Danny was meant to get his powers and become a hero, and maybe there were things we weren't meant to change. Maybe Tucker was meant to die battling Orion, and giving us that window to weaken him. I had never seen such raw power come from Danny when we watched Tucker die, Danny glowed red he was so angry, so vicious. Without that…berserker rage we never would have hurt Orion so much. I put my right hand over his left and told him, "We can always hope."