Here is the start of the end - I hope you like it! I tried to make it exciting, but... lol. Remember to review! I don't know what the rooms in the statue of liberty looks like, so just go with what I've described, okay? This is an alternate world, eh?
CHAPTER 22 - This Is My Division
It was snowy in New York, but nothing Tabitha couldn't handle. They were bundled up tight. Mary and John were on one side of her as they sat on the ferry that took them over to the island of the huge statue. It looked beautiful, and Tabitha felt awe at how big it actually was. The three of them smiled at each other, taking a moment to appreciate the site instead of being on guard. When they looked at the dock waiting just head of them, they all sobered.
"Thank you so much for this – I know it's been crazy with all the precautions," Mary said sweetly, batting her eyelashes at the young man at the wheel of the boat. He blushed and grinned at the pretty woman.
"Don't worry, ma'am. The President himself asked that I take you over – how cool is that?"
"That's pretty awesome," Tabitha smiled politely. They docked, and six people in black uniforms came up. They helped the woman off the boat, but John had to climb over the railing himself. He muttered a curse, asking himself why there was a railing in the way of the walking space of the deck.
"Just to make sure no one sneaks in," the leader of the black-suited pack said gruffly. All six of them were big, burly, and frowned. The three tourists glanced at one another and smiled at the men uneasily as they were escorted toward the base of the statue. Tabitha looked around, and saw a flash at the top. She had to tilt her head back so much it hurt her neck to see the crown of the statue.
"What's up there?"
"Viewing," the man answered.
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Sherlock, Lestrade, and the Doctor watched from their hidden spot inside the statue. They had found the perfect corner with just enough of a blind spot to hide the TARDIS. Lestrade almost had a heart attack when he saw the inside of the blue box, but seemed to calm down just as quickly to enjoy the ride. Sherlock had leaned against the railing as they flew through space to get inside the famous statue.
"I can see them," the Doctor whispered, showing the small screen in his hand. They had hacked into the camera systems with the Doctor's sonic screwdriver so they could see the feeds. They saw Moran in the crown portion of the statue. "Now, we wait for just the right time." He looked at the two other man from over the console.
"How fast does this thing go?" Lestrade asked.
"As fast as an Angel," the Doctor replied, his voice serious.
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"I have to use the restroom. You know, pregnancy," Tabitha murmured politely at their tour guide. The burly man who looked nothing like a museum tour guide nodded toward a set of doors down the hall. "I'll be right back."
Mary and John nodded with smiles, but their hands were clasped tightly. This was it. As soon as Tabitha slipped inside the women's restroom, the guide turned immediately to them.
"I think we can move on."
"Are you sure?" Mary looked down the hall at the door Tabitha went into.
"She can follow us. We're just going down the hall, yeah?" John said, putting on the reassuring smile to his girlfriend.
"Of course," the man said, a hard smile on his face. The couple looked at each other and nodded slightly. They followed the man down the hall and around the corner.
Tabitha waited a full three and a half minutes until she left the restroom. The hallway was empty, just as the plan called for. She looked up at the security camera above the rest room.
"I want to talk to you, Sebastian, before you take me from here."
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Everyone watching the cameras stiffened. Sherlock's nose flared as his jaw clenched. This was not in the plan! Mycroft watched from his office with the link that Doctor had sent through his own screen. Lestrade pulled out his gun, and headed toward the door, Sherlock following with an angry look on his face.
"Stop!" the Doctor said, rushing over and sliding in front of the TARDIS door. The two men glared at him.
"She is putting herself into more danger than is necessary. We're going in," Sherlock commanded, pushing him out of the way. The Doctor frowned and used his hands to push him back again.
"This is good! Instead of facing the Angels, she's going to face Moran. From what we all know, he likes this type of thing, yes?"
"He's right, Sherlock," Lestrade answered with a soft voice. Sherlock's head whipped around to his friend's face. "That doesn't mean we aren't going to her. We will be right outside the room where Moran is – we'll hear everything that is said. If she needs help, we will be right there."
"Fine!" the Doctor exclaimed with a defeated sigh. He pulled out his sonic screwdriver while the other two men pulled out their guns. Lestrade and Sherlock looked at the screwdriver, and glanced at one another. "Hey, trust the sonic!" The Doctor pushed open the door and raced towards the elevator with the other two on his heels.
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Tabitha stood in the middle of the room where people looked down from the crown of the statue.
"Is it weird being inside one of the Angels?" she asked lightly, with her hands clasped behind her back, rocking back and forth on her feet. Moran stood tall on the other side of the room, leaning against one of the windows. He looked like a tan Moriarty, only a bit taller.
"Pregnancy suits you, my dear."
"Except for the morning sickness, it's pretty great." Tabitha knew that the cameras in all corners of the room were locked on her, with Sherlock and the other men watching her. She hoped John and Mary were safe, though, and a frown appeared on her face as she looked at the screens near Moran. Mary and John were tied to chairs with two stone angel statues in front of them. One was covering its eyes, while the other had claws up and teeth out, growling at them. Tabitha gulped – so those were the Weeping Angels.
"I'm sure the Doctor told you that everything will be fine if at least one of them keeps an eye on the girls," Moran said with a chuckle. He straightened his suit and pushed himself away from the window. He slowly walked toward her, and Tabitha clenched her jaw. He walked around her, not touching, just looking. She glanced back at the screen, and saw that both of the Angels now had their hands up and their teeth out.
"You do realize Sherlock and other people are waiting just outside the door."
"So are some of my girls."
"Why do you want me?"
"I don't want you. I need you."
"I'm not sure what that means."
"Are the stories true? That you're from a universe where all this –" He swept his arm out. "– is a television show?"
"Does it matter?" She moved her arms over her stomach. "I'm here now – this is real. I can't give you any information from that world – you didn't exist in the Sherlock television show."
"Well, obviously I had to, or I wouldn't be here."
"You were never mentioned."
"Jim never said anything about me?" Moran frowned, his arms over his chest, stopping in front of Tabitha.
"Not at all," Tabitha replied. She felt a smirk curve over her lips as Moran looked truly hurt. She wondered how close the two of them were if he was that upset about never being mentioned. She was about to ask that question when a shot rang out. Both of them whipped their head towards the closed and locked entrance to the big room.
Damnit, Sherlock! She knew he'd be out there, but she didn't think he'd do anything to draw attention! She didn't think any of the men watching out for her would. All she was supposed to do was draw the angels out, and then the Doctor would try to talk them into turning onto Moran. Instead, she had drawn out Moran himself, and now John and Mary were trying to keep their eyes open. She wondered if someone had shot at the Angels outside the door.
"Don't they realize you cannot kill a Weeping Angel?"
He grabbed Tabitha's arm and started to drag her off into a dark corner. She pulled and struggled, but that only made his grip tighter. They came to a dark door.
"Sherlock!" she cried, yelling as loud as she could. She heard entrance door being shoved and pounded on. Her breathing became labored as panic gripped her insides. She focused on breathing through her nose as she clawed at Moran's hand on her arm. He didn't even wince. He pulled open the door to see John and Mary in front of her, with their backs to them. This made the Weeping Angels in the room to be looking at her. She felt herself blink, and they seemed just a few inches closer to the two in the chairs.
"John, Mary, don't blink! One of us have to keep our eyes on them at all times!"
"We know, we know! We've been doing rather well, I think!" Mary cried. Their hands were clasped tightly.
"Moran, call your creepy statues off us!" John called over his shoulder, trying his best to keep his eyes in front of him.
"Thank you, girls. Remember, just a little while more until you can have old Liberty back."
"If we get your leader back, will you let us go?" Tabitha asked loudly, finally pulling away from Moran. She smirked and took a step back. He slammed the door behind them. "Moran!"
"Don't worry – there are three of us now, that means there is an even better chance at holding out," Mary stated, although her voice betrayed her fear.
"How do we communicate with them?"
"No idea!" John replied. It was going to be a long few minutes until the others could get to them.
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Sherlock had only felt this kind of panic and desperation one other time – when those snipers were aiming at his friends' heads. Lestrade, the Doctor, and he all had their guns pulled. The detectives were doing their best not to blank as the angel statues in front of them were splayed out, ready to attack. They pointed their guns at the statues, although the Doctor continued to shout that guns won't do any harm to them.
The Doctor pleaded with his sonic screwdriver to unlock the door, holding it close to the lock as it buzzed.
"Doctor! Get the damn door open, now!" Sherlock shouted, his jaw clenched.
"There!" the Doctor cried, pushing the door open with both hands. The Doctor ran ahead, shouting the names of their friends, while Lestrade and Sherlock slowly walked back into the room, eyes on the statues. The statues stayed still, and they were finally on the other side of the door frame. Sherlock quickly calculated their next move.
"Don't blink!" Sherlock shouted, turning his eyes away to quickly shut the door. As soon as the door latched closed, they heard one of the statues hit it with a loud slam. Sherlock quickly locked the door, then ignored a panting Lestrade as he raced over to where the Doctor stood in front Moran.
"Where. Are. They." Sherlock's vision zeroed in on the man in front of him, hands to his side. One hand clenched the gun, the other clenched into a fist. Moran looked just like Jim Moriarty, except taller, tanner, and had light hair. He even dressed the same. Sherlock quickly deduced what he could about the man, and then smirked. Moran raised his eyebrows with a smile.
"I'm surprised you haven't found me yet, Sherlock," Moran responded, hands in his pants pockets. "Jim said you were just like the rest of them, though."
The Doctor and Lestrade had their respect weapons raised.
"Interesting. Jim never said a thing about you."
"I think you're mistaken," Moran said, his eyes turning into slits. There was a scream, Lestrade, Sherlock, and the Doctor turned to the door behind Moran. Sherlock took that second to send a quick shot into Moran's knee. The man yelped and fell to the ground, clutching his leg, blood flowing quickly.
"I think you were just a tool to Moriarty, just like everyone else," Sherlock growled, looking down at the seething man below him. The Doctor and Lestrade quickly made work on the door.
"You don't know that!" Moran screamed, launching himself at Sherlock. Sherlock lightly stepped back, and Moran slid back to the floor. His face was turning pale as he looked down at the blood going down his pants leg.
"You really are letting him down," Sherlock quipped.
"Sherlock!" Lestrade called to him just as the Doctor got the door unlocked. They heard quiet sobbing behind the door. Sherlock caught the handcuffs that Lestrade threw to him, and it around Moran's hand, and the other around the railing under the window. Moran shouted obscenities and threats, pulling at the handcuffs madly. Everyone ignored him as the door was thrown open.
Sherlock paid no mind to the statues or anyone else in the room. He rushed over to Tabitha, you was huddled in the corner at the right of the door. She was gulping in air, arms around her stomach, and tears staining her cheeks. Along with the other two captives, her eyes was glued to the statues. She didn't look away when Sherlock stood in front of her.
"Sherlock, don't!" she cried, trying to push him out of the way so she could keep watching. "I have to watch them!"
"Tabitha! Darling, it's okay, we're here, there are at least two people watching them at all times, I promise," Sherlock said softly, taking her cheeks in his gloved hands. She blinked rapidly, then tipped her head to look up at him. A loud sob escaped her throat as she closed her eyes tightly, wrapped her arms around his waist, and buried her face into his chest. He held her tightly to him, his lips touching her forehead. Sherlock felt his body relax, knowing that just holding her made everything better.
While Sherlock was consoling Tabitha, Lestrade was untying Mary and John. Mary's cheeks were stained with tears, while John was sending her soft words of encouragement. The Doctor insisted to that the two keep their eyes on the Angels. As Lestrade finished untying them, the Doctor slowly made his way over to the two statues in front of them.
"I need one of you to stay with me, so each statues has a pair of eyes on it. The rest of you, leave." The Doctor gave the order clearly, but no one made the move to leave. All eyes had turned to the statues.
"Doctor, we need to figure out how to get all of us out of here –" Lestrade started.
"Detective Inspector, this is my division. I am in charge here," the Doctor shouted, anger clearly bubbling under the surface. Everyone jumped a bit at the outburst, although all Sherlock did was look a bit surprised.
"Right. I'll stay, then," Lestrade answered. He blinked heavily a few times, and set his eyes on the statues just as the Doctor was. He moved to stand in front of the other statue that the Doctor wasn't watching. "Sherlock, John, get everyone out of here. Call the police to get Moran, but don't let them in this room."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm going to kill you! Don't you underestimate me, Sherlock Holmes, you bastard!"
Everyone ignored Moran's angry yelling from across the room, which made him even more upset. He cried out an animalistic yell and struggled against his bonds again. His pants were covered in blood, his hair was a bit wild and disheveled, and his face had turned from calm to mad in seconds.
"You need to get your women out of here," Lestrade insisted. "I'm the only one who can stay."
"Please, I want to leave," Mary whispered, head against John's chest as he held her. Her eyes were still on the Angels, and John had to tug her gently to get her to look away. The men slowly turned the woman around, and they walked out, holding onto their respective partners.
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Also, I need some help... I need plot ideas for the sequel. As of right now all I have is that Sherlock is going to have an adventure in being a new father. I need some plot ideas that will make it more than just that. A special enemy, secrets that come out, a reason for Tabitha to go to her universe (I'm thinking it may do with her late husband)...
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