Beyond This Illusion Chapter 12: Let's Test This Theory, a sherlock fanfic

I'm having a bit of a writer's block at the moment, but I will keep updating twice a week at least. Good thing I'm ahead of writing, eh?

CHAPTER 12 - Let's Test This Theory

"Why do you have four patches?" Tabitha asked, a bit amused, as they walked back into the living room.

"You," Sherlock answered.

"Sherlock, Tabitha, since you, well, uh… well, since you could be…with child, you should, we should, you know, stay here." The Doctor got the words out eventually. Tabitha glanced at Sherlock, whose face was blank.

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The Doctor watched the two exchange a glance, both of their eyes filled with untold words that neither wanted to admit. It made him feel a bit apprehensive, Tabitha and the fictional Sherlock Holmes engaged in a physical relationship. She didn't belong in this world, and Sherlock definitely could not go back to her universe.

"Right now," the Doctor started, watching Sherlock go back to his experiments on the table. He took out his phone and started texting. Tabitha didn't even glance at him as she started to make herself a simple breakfast of cereal and milk. "Right now, Tabitha, your universe is a bit off balance. The people you are close to have noticed you being gone. I did you a favor and told them that you were off on a trip, a holiday, for a week or two."

"The only people who would notice would be the people at my bookstore," she answered, walking into the couch and plopping down with a bowl and spoon. She started taking bites as she watched the man who called himself an alien stand in the middle of the room.

"Yes, but it's still making an effect on the balance of the universes!" he cried, throwing his hands up in annoyance. He paced the length of the room, moving back and forth. "You are not supposed to be here, and now there is an unborn child involved!"

"Whoa, what?"

All three people turned to see John walk in with a bewildered Mary standing beside him. Sherlock clenched his jaw and turned back to his phone. Tabitha's face flushed and she sat down her empty cereal bowl on the coffee table. The Doctor took a deep breath and noticed the small woman by the Doctor Watson.

"Oh, you must be Mary! We haven't seen you yet on the show!" he cried gleefully, running up and shaking her hand. Her widened eyes turned to John, confused.

"Shut up, Doctor," John growled.

"What is going on? Who are you?" Mary asked, her delicate brows furrowed. She stepped close to John as the Doctor took a step back with a bashful look on his face.

"I'm sorry. My name is the Doctor. I'm a traveler. I'm here because –"

"He's a client, Mary. How has your morning been? I thought you both were going away for the weekend?" Sherlock interrupted, standing up and walking over to the couple. Tabitha raised her eyebrows and the Doctor watched quietly, leaning against the far wall.

"It's been fine, thank you, Sherlock," she said, eyeing him suspiciously. Mary knew that Sherlock was never nice to her unless something was important was happening. John sent Sherlock a warning glance, and made his way to his bedroom. He gave the Doctor the same look as he passed. "John forgot his wallet in his room."

"I figured he left it on purpose," Sherlock murmured, his eyebrows furrowed. "Well, Tabitha, Doctor, we have a mystery to solve!" He quickly located his scarf and coat. Tabitha jumped up quickly and found her own jacket, deciding her clothing from yesterday looked just fine. The Doctor crowded near them by the door as Tabitha slipped on black flats onto her feet.

"Now, what a minute, Sherlock! The Doctor was talking about a child. What child?" John called, coming into the room again.

"Oh, goodness, you're pregnant?" Mary exclaimed, gasping and grinning, grabbing Tabitha by the shoulders. Sherlock's face went pale, and he violently put the scarf around his neck.

"Oh, Jesus!" John huffed, a horrified and surprised look on his face. "You are definitely not father material. How do you know? It's only been two weeks!"

"We don't know!" Tabitha cried, gently pushing Mary's hand away.

"When we find out that Tabitha is not pregnant, then the Doctor will take her back home, where she belongs," Sherlock stated flatly, pulling the door open with force. "Doctor, Tabitha, we are leaving!" Tabitha sent a weak smile to John and Mary, and the Doctor waved enthusiastically as the group left.

John and Mary watched wide-eyed as the door closed.

"John, there is something you aren't telling me about Tabitha, isn't there?" Mary stated, sending a curious glance to her boyfriend. John looked guilty. "John, I'm not upset, you don't have to tell me, but if you want to talk, talk to me."

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The car ride to the park where the Doctor had stashed his spaceship was quiet, except the Doctor exclaiming every now and then over a sight outside the window. It made Tabitha smile, but then she'd look over at Sherlock, with his scowl and intense gaze out the window, and sadness would take over. Sherlock had been, for lack of a better word, cold since they faced the fact that she could be expecting. She had another month, at least, before she would know if she was with child.

The next few weeks would be a trying time for her patience and feelings. She didn't know if she could go back to being just a distraction to Sherlock. After that thought, the Doctor called for the cabbie to stop, and they pulled themselves out. Tabitha paid the cabbie as the two men crossed the street. She jogged to catch up to them. They walked for a few moments.

"Oh, this is so exciting. I'm going to have to search out Detective Inspector Lestrade – he's a brilliant detective! Oh, and Molly Hooper, she is such a beautiful woman," the Doctor gushed, a sigh coming out. Tabitha snorted as she realized the Doctor had a little crush on the woman. He went on rambling about the different characters, using his hands to speak. Sherlock grunted and made one-worded comments with his hands in his pockets. Tabitha just followed, listening. "Ah, here we are!" The Doctor threw his arms around, displaying the space between two huge trees.

"Your spaceship is invisible?" Sherlock huffed, a smug look on his face.

"Shush!" Tabitha said, poking him in the arm. He sent her an irate glance.

"Oh! Yes, hold on, just a moment!" The Doctor felt around in the air for a moment, looking like a mime who had lost his box. Suddenly, movement through the air showed the air sliding open to show a metallic room, with a huge console in the middle. Lights were flashing, it started to hum, and Tabitha felt a rumble through her body as the Doctor jumped inside.

"Sherlock, do you see what I see?" she breathed, grabbing into his elbow. Her blue eyes were wide with wonder, and she felt Sherlock's body stiffen with surprise himself.

"I see… Yes, I do think I see what you see," he murmured, not quite sure if he wanted to admit anything at the moment.

"Oh, wait, let me pull down the shields!" the Doctor called out from inside. He fluttered around the console, pushing and pulling buttons and levers, and turning knobs. A whir came from the light in the middle, and the wind rushed around them. Tabitha's mouth opened as her eyes moved around, watching the leaves ruffle in the breeze. Sherlock's eyes stayed on the invisible door that opened into the huge, futuristic room.

A unique-colored blue started to appear out of thin air. The shape of an old police box came into view, and Tabitha squeezed Sherlock's elbow. Her mouth turned into a wide grin, and she turned her head to look at Sherlock. She expected him to be steely face, like it always was, but she was pleasantly surprised when his eyes were wide and his jaw had dropped a bit.

"Welcome to the TARDIS! Come in, come in, before anyone sees!" The Doctor waved them in, twirling around the console room with his hands spread out. Sherlock furrowed his eyebrows, his stone face back in place, as Tabitha tugged at his arm.

"Sherlock, come on!"

"I am going to observe the outside," he murmured. Tabitha let him go and watched him walk around the small police box. Tabitha blinked as she stepped to the side, seeing the back of the box. She stepped back towards the door, and looked into the never-ending room in front of her. Sherlock came around the other side, then turned around and went back the other way.

"Sherlock," Tabitha whispered, her mind spinning with the amazing scene in front of her. She watched the detective poke and study the wood. She sighed, rolled her eyes, and waved him away. Tabitha stepped lightly into the room, and felt the hum of the TARDIS surrounding her. She grinned and looked up, spinning around a few times. "Oh, Doctor, this is amazing!"

"Go ahead, say it…" the Doctor answered gleefully, an expectant look in his eyes.

"It's smaller on the outside." Sherlock's voice boomed around the console room as he stepped in. The Doctor blinked at him, and murmured something about being the second person to have that reaction in all the space and time he had been traveling.

"It's bigger on the inside!" Tabitha cried excitedly. She stepped up to the console, and took in the multiple things in her view. Sherlock stepped next to her, and they both jumped as the door banged shut behind them. The box whirred happily, and Tabitha looked at the light in the middle of the console. Was this TARDIS alive?

"It's some sort of entity," Sherlock murmured, his hands in his pockets and his eyes squinting at the light. The Doctor grinned and came up to the tall man. He put a hand on Sherlock's shoulder and used his hands to speak.

"I've met her once, a while ago. She's pretty sassy," he chuckled, squeezing Sherlock's shoulder good-naturedly.

"Hm," Sherlock grunted. Tabitha rolled her eyes.

"Come on, Sherlock, this is freaking amazing!" she cried, grinned and chuckling at him. She walked around the room, running her hands over the rails and walls when she could. She looked up the staircase that lead to a hallway. "Where does this go?"

"Well, technically everywhere. The TARDIS has infinite numbers of rooms," the Doctor answered. He pulled out a long object and played around with it as Tabitha stepped next to Sherlock. She brushed her elbow against his, liking the feel of his presence, but he didn't seem notice her.

"Infinite? Let's test this theory!" Sherlock suddenly cried, a sly grin on his face. Tabitha and the Doctor watched him run up the stairs and down the hallway.

"He'll be entertained for a while, yes?" Tabitha commented to the Doctor. The man grinned excitedly.

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Mycroft sat staring down at his phone at his desk. He had seen everything that had happened at his brother's before the man they called the Doctor had whisked the girl and Sherlock away. John and Mary had decided on a late lunch, and Mycroft had stopped watching them. They were a typical couple, and since Tabitha had come around, John hadn't done as much adventuring.

This man, though, the Doctor as he called himself, was a mystery, just as Tabitha Hunter was. He had heard his story, and as impossible as it seemed, it was something he had to keep in mind. He would use his contacts to get what information he could – there were words about a Doctor in classified papers. It would be easy for him to get a hold of the important parts of those.

His biggest worry, though, was the pregnancy. If the story of the strange woman and man were true, than his brother was in for an emotional upheaval. Sherlock wouldn't admit it, but he was smitten with the girl. Mycroft acknowledged to himself that he liked her, as well. She was clever for her age, and had been through more events than a general woman of her age had been through.

He looked over at the stack of documents confirming the assassins that were sent to kill her. This had turned personal – this woman could be carrying his niece or nephew. This woman was someone that he approved of Sherlock being with. Some people may call him cold, but he did care about his family, more so than it would seem. His mother would not be happy if anything happened to them, as well.

Mycroft picked up his phone to contact his brother. After a few rings, he heard heavy breathing.

"What is it, Mycroft?"

"Your girlfriend is being targeted by assassins. I'm not sure who hired them or why, but they're there."

"I think we'll be safe at the moment." There was a click and a ring tone sounded in his ear. Mycroft quickly tracked his brother's phone, and saw that they couldn't be pinpointed. He stiffened, leaning close to his computer, wondering if his brother had finally gotten around to messing with the tracking device. He had never had a problem with it before – what was going on?

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