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Supernatural – On A Boat Heading Towards England

After settling into the room and everything had been established between the four, they got down to business. Sam was sitting on the bed he claimed as his with his laptop open balancing on his knees. Dean had gone to look around the ship. Sam assumed it was just because he wanted out of the room.

The room wasn't that big. In it there were two twin sized beds and a sofa that doubled as a pull out, on a dressed there was a TV set that didn't appear to be the newest but wasn't ancient either. There was a small bathroom attached to the room that included a sink, toilet and shower stall. The walls were painted an off white colour that hurt to look at too long. The bedspreads were a painful dark grey. The room was colourless and made anyone not want to linger long inside it.

Mattie however wouldn't budge. She sat on the far edge of the bed, her back against the wall, legs crossed under her. Eyes skittering across a page on the case she popped an M&M into her mouth and ate it silently.

Cas was standing by the window staring out at the ocean. The room was silent aside from the muffled sound of waves hitting the boat. Sam typed something on his laptop and the sound of the keys echoed. In a quick nervous jerk Mattie ate more M&M's.

Both Sam and Mattie's eyes snapped to the door when it unlocked and began to open. Dean stepped into the room with the ghost a grin on his face. "Well aren't we all a lively bunch," Dean remarked sarcastically stepping into the room.

Sam looked at his brother and shook his head. Dean shrugged and disappeared into the bathroom for a second. "How's the landlubber?" He called out from the bathroom.

"Assuming you mean Mattie," Sam commented.

"Of course."

She rolled her eyes at the nickname and shook her head, "doing more good than you," she commented. Leaning in the doorway of the small bathroom Dean raised an eyebrow at her. Mattie shrugged and returned her attention to the papers in front of her.

Dean stepped out from the bathroom and walked over and plopped himself down on the end of the bed Mattie was sitting on. "Alright then, what do you brainiac's got?" Dean asked reaching over and stealing a handful of Mattie's M&M's.

"Well there have been six disappearances," Sam began to say.

Nodding Dean sighed, "Something I don't already know." Mattie rolled her eyes and glared at him while he ate the M&M's he'd stolen.

Sam scowled at his brother and scrolled down the page he was on, "these haven't been the only disappearances." Sam stated. Dean sat up looking at his brother with a curious interest. "There were at least four in New York a few months ago."

"New York?" Dean repeated getting up and sitting beside Sam to look at his laptop.

Sam nodded reading the new article, "Manhattan to be exact."

Dean frowned, sitting back from the laptop, "lots of people go missing all the time, Sammy." He remarked.

Mattie shook her head, "these disappearances are exactly like the ones happening now in London," she said and searched through her papers looking for the article that was relative to what she was about to say. "Besides, this isn't the first time this has happened here." Mattie held up an old newspaper article for Dean and stared emotionlessly.

Narrowing his eyes at it Dean frowned and snatched the paper from her hand. "Local photographer Sally Sparrow claims to have seen alien deadly angel statues at Wester Drumlins" Dean read and looked at Mattie confused. "So?"

Rolling her eyes, Mattie sighed snatching the paper back, "what is the only thing that's been in common with all these disappearances?" She nearly snapped.

"Uh, the people have gone missing," Dean remarked sarcastically. Sam shook his head at his brother and sighed.

Mattie growled, "Really?"

Dean flashed her, a smile and reached over to steal more M&M's only for Mattie to pull them away before he got the chance. "Peanut ones are better anyway," he remarked under his breath frowning at her.

Sighing Sam shook his head, "the coincidence and common factor, Mattie is referring to is an angel statue." He stated.

"An angel statue?" Dean repeated staring at his brother confused.

Sam nodded, "yeah, an angel statue. There has been one around every single scene and well," he stopped talking nodded towards Mattie.

"Some of Sally Sparrow's old friends say that she and Kathy Nightingale went up to the old Wester Drumlins together," she stated and popped a few M&M's in her mouth.

"So?"

"So, Kathy Nightingale hasn't been seen or heard from since then," Mattie added with a slight smirk.

"You're sure of this?" Dean asked suspiciously.

Mattie nodded with an annoyed expression on her face. "Dean, Kathy Nightingale died," Sam's voice said from by his shoulder. "In 1988."

Dean frowned and shook his head, "no. Same name that's all." He lied.

Mattie rolled her eyes and returned her attention back to the papers around her.

"Dean, it wasn't the same name." Sam told his brother carefully.

"So what? You're suggesting time travel? Time travel and creepy angel statues!" Dean said his voice sounding panicked. "That isn't possible, Sam!"

"Since when has anything we've ever dealt with possible?" Sam snapped.

"Try never" Mattie commented under her breath as she read from a book she had.

Both the brothers heard her and sent her angry expressions which she simply shrugged away. "I'm not buying this crap, Sam." Dean told his brother and got up and noticed Cas standing by the window. The angel had remained silent and hardly moved while the conversation/argument had taken place. "Cas, what do you think about all this?" He asked turning the attention on to the angel.

Castiel turned away from the window and stared at Dean with a blank unreadable expression, "all the facts that Sam and Mattie have said are true. I find there reason to be usual circumstances of these disappearances. Any possible explanations must be considered." Cas said in an empty tone.

Dean nodded, "right." He agreed dryly and turned back to Sam and Mattie.

Mattie was beaming at him as she silently laughed with her eyes. Sam smirked and buried his face back into the information on the screen of his laptop.

"So where are we starting?" Dean asked once again sitting on the end of the bed.

Humming Mattie looked through the papers, "local authorities?" She suggested.

"Good plan," Dean nodded. "Till then I'm gonna get some shut eye."

"Sweet dreams then, sleeping beauty." Mattie replied under her breath.

Sherlock – London: 221B Baker Street

John sat in their flat on Baker Street in front of his laptop that was placed on the desk. The flat was a mess as usual. Sherlock kept things wherever he wanted them, including severed body parts and if anyone ever moved anything it would cause a problem.

He continued to type at his laptop, working on his latest blog entry about their current case. Beforehand John had gone and interviewed the families and friends of those missing and came up with little new information compared to what they already knew.

It was looking to be a tricky case. One that even John wondered if Sherlock could solve.

John had been in the middle of typing out some of the facts that were already out in the news when he heard the sound of the stairs creek as someone walked up them. John could only guess that meant his flatmate had returned.

Sherlock entered the room only a few seconds after, pulling off his scarf and shucking his long coat off and laying it across the arm of the sofa.

"And where have you been?" John asked barely looking up from the screen.

"I was having a chat," Sherlock replied walking about in the flat.

"Mycroft?" John guessed. The detective hummed and picked up his violin. "Well, did he have anything to say?" John pressed for information.

"His diets failing again," Sherlock remarked.

Sighing John shook his head and closed his laptop turning to face his flatmate as Sherlock raised his violin and positioned it to begin to play the bow in his other hand.

"Sherlock." The detective looked at his flatmate questioning but otherwise said nothing. "Did you find anything out about the case?" John pressed.

From the looks of things John wasn't going to get an answer from the detective as he turned to face the window and began to play his violin. The sound flowed through the air a strong melody of high and deep notes played fast together from a composition of the detective's own creation.

Sighing John sat back in his chair and watched as Sherlock played the violin. He recalled what Sherlock had told him when they had first met; "I play the violin when I'm thinking."

Watching his friend, John noticed the patterned and tried to figure out what it meant. Obviously Sherlock had learned something from his visit with Mycroft, but what could it have been?

They fell back into their normal routine, John carried on working on his blog and Sherlock continued to play the violin while he thought. After a while the sound stopped and Sherlock sat down in his armchair with his hands held together in front of his face just underneath his nose; Another usual sign that he was in deep thought.

John barely noticed the detective being so accustomed to his behaviour.

"We missed it." The sound of Sherlock's voice after the long period of silence, didn't shock John as it would most people.

"What?" John asked pausing as he typed.

Sherlock shook his head and stood up, "the angels, John." He stated. John frowned at Sherlock confused as Sherlock paced in front of the couch and wall. The yellow spray painted smiley face and bullet holes still remained in the wall from when Sherlock had gotten bored.

"Angels?" John repeated questionably.

Sherlock nodded and stood still for a moment and resumed his thinking position, hands underneath his nose as he stared into space. In a flash he was grabbing for his coat and pulling it on again. "We need to go back to the scenes and take another look." He stated.

"Sherlock, we looked already," John sighed leaning back in his chair.

The detective shook his head putting on his scarf, looping it around his neck, "we'll look again!"

Frowning at Sherlock, John remained in his chair watching as his flatmate moved to the door but stopped looking back at John expectantly.

"You're not coming," Sherlock observed.

Sitting up in the chair John nodded, "we've already been there, Sherlock," He sighed.

Sherlock stared at John with a blank expression, "there was something we missed." The detective argued.

John shook his head, "Sherlock." His flatmate stood in the doorway holding his gaze for a few moments before quickly nodding and turning out of the flat and taking off down the stairs. "Sherlock?" John called after him. "Sherlock!" The sound of the door closing echoed up the stairs. Groaning John got up and pulled on his jacket as he followed after his friend.

Doctor Who - The TARDIS

The Doctor sat with his head in his hands. He didn't want to go back, he didn't want to help. The human race…he couldn't do it again. He couldn't get close to someone else only for them to be ripped away from him again.

Amy and Rory. The Ponds.

The loss of them hurt. Still.

It had been months, but to The Doctor it still only felt like seconds later. That was the trouble with time travel. Never went in the right way.

Now The Doctor sat silently in the TARDIS alone. Listening to the sound of the TARDIS hum as it sat high in the sky invisible to those below; Hidden in the clouds.

He wasn't aware of what time he was in. Or what day it was. The Doctor didn't care. He was done. Finished with the world and helping people. Not just humans either, everyone.

Just not yet though. He still had a score to settle.

The weeping angels would feel his wrath and would know what happened to those who hurt those The Doctor carried about.

The Doctor would give the weeping angels something to really weep about. He'd wipe every last one of them out of existence. Just like the Daleks…and the Timelords.

The scanners were on lookout for any major known event that involved the angels. He had yet to locate one, but The Doctor knew. He knew it wouldn't be long before the angels showed up again feeding on people's time energy and ruining more innocent people's lives.

This time he would stop them, because the time was the last time.

At the sound of the scanners going off The Doctor looked up and stared forward.

Finally.

Springing to his feet The Doctor went to the controls and looked at the screen.

London 2013.

There had already been six different disappearances and The Doctor knew immediately that they were all the cause of the angels. With a slight grimace on his face The Doctor reached for the switch that would cause the TARDIS to take off, setting the course for the location of the seventh disappearance. He'd stop it before it could even happen.

Reading over what else was known about this event in time The Doctor recognized two names that he had only ever heard of before; Sherlock Holmes and the Winchester brothers. For a second The Doctor smiled to himself realizing the fun that was going to be had on this adventure. It was sure to be exciting with those three involved. It would be different, a whole new experience for The Doctor. He'd have a gang.

A perfect ending to him helping the human race.

The Doctor forgot about his pain, the sadness behind losing Rory and Amy, his anger towards the angels. Both were put aside at the idea of teaming up with Sherlock Holmes, John Watson and the Winchester brothers.

Geronimo. The Doctor thought smiling as the TARDIS took off.

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