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6
London; A Pub (Mattie)
Mattie walked into the pub. All the heads turned around to look at her and she was met with confused and dumbfounded expressions. She laughed at them in her head and shook her head looking at the ground as she walked over to the bar. Have they never seen a girl before? She wondered.
Stepping up to the counter she was doing to order a drink when she had enough of the weird looks as the bartender looked at her through squinted eyes.
"What?" Mattie blatantly snapped at the man.
"Never seen a woman dressed so oddly before." He remarked and turned away from her to tend to the other customers at the bar, which Mattie noted all were men. She barely caught the bartender adding, "looks like a man." Under his breath as he went.
She frowned at his back confused and turned around in her seat so her back was against the bar. Taking in the sight that filled the pub once again she began to notice that it was indeed filled of mostly men and the few women that were in it were a) scantily clad in clothing or b) overdressed for usual modern standards.
Suddenly Mattie was rushed with the feeling of being out of place and like she didn't belong. She gulped and did a double take to make sure.
She hadn't been seeing things. For that matter all the men in the pub appeared to be overly dressed as well. They all wore suits or in some rare occasion fisherman or workman's clothes. Gulping she turned back around and stared at the wall trying to sort things out in her head.
Think girl, think! Just…it's um, somewhere convention thing where everyone dressed up all olden style? That made sense in her mind and she felt like it was the best explanation possible. Nodding to herself she took in a deep breath and let it out slowly but yelped half way through.
A hand grasped Mattie's shoulder and turned her in her seat. Mattie came face to face with a woman who was smiling kindly at Mattie, which was unlike any other person she had encountered since her strange appearance near the pub.
"I'm sorry dear. You seemed to have lost your way." The woman remarked. Her voice was crisp with a hardly pronounced accent.
"Um," Mattie began to say but really she had no idea how to reply.
A random woman had come up behind her and pointed out the obvious. A woman who fit in perfectly, with the atmosphere that surrounded them. She had wild curly blonde hair that was pinned up into a bun, wore a black dress that had a corset and sleeves that covered her wrists and the length of it hid her ankles. With blue eyes the shinned with a knowledge that Mattie didn't understand along with the smile that played at the woman's lips constantly.
"Who are you?" Mattie finally managed to ask.
The woman laughed and smiled at her, "spoilers dear." She replied and turned so she was standing directed towards the door, "now, shall we? I think you've drawn enough unwanted attention already."
Mattie frowned at her confused but moved away from the bar and made a point to make it clear she'd follow the woman. "How," she began to ask.
The woman shook her head and grinned, "Spoilers."
Mattie followed the woman down the street and to a hotel. The woman easily led Mattie to one of the rooms almost pulling her along like a dog. Explaining to the employees that Mattie was a friend she'd run into on her walk and they were going to her room to catch up on things. Having no other real option or choice Mattie just went along with her story nodding and smiling in agreement.
"We have lots to talk about," the woman said with a smile and turned down a hall to the room.
Mattie still felt out of place as she began to realize back the pub was no convention. Everything was olden style and there was nothing modern around. The electricity was barely functional.
Something had happened. Something big.
She plopped herself down on to a sofa once inside the woman's hotel room. Mattie knew she should be demanding answers from her but she suddenly felt completely exhausted the moment she sat down. Groaning she kicked off her shoes and let her head fall back.
"Here, I'll get you some proper clothes." The woman said and disappeared off into another room.
"Proper clothes?" Mattie repeated confused watching the woman as she went. She sat on the sofa and took in the hotel room. It was simple. There was no TV or anything. There was simply a bathroom in one part of the room, the sitting area in which Mattie was sitting in that contained very little. With an educated guess Mattie decided that the other room the woman had disappeared into was where the bed was.
While making these observations Mattie had missed the return of the woman who held out a handful of clothing for her. Mattie took the clothes though she still didn't understand and had a confused expression on her face as she took them. "Thank you?" She said cautiously.
The woman laughed and smiled at Mattie. "You'll understand soon," she said rather cryptically. Mattie nodded, eyeing her still with a certain "I don't really trust you but your helping me" kind of look and got up off the sofa and headed to the bathroom to change. "I wasn't expecting you this soon to be honest." The woman called from the other room while Mattie changed.
Mattie frowned confused and looked into the mirror. Her hair was a mess and there was dirt all over her face. No wonder why everyone had been looking at her weirdly. Groaning she shrugged off her jacket and glanced down at the clothes she'd been supplied with. She was shocked by what she found but not overly shocked. They were old fashion but had a hint of modernized style to them. How had this woman known what kind of clothes she'd like and why did she have them? Mattie wondered this but didn't ponder on it too long as she tried to change into them as quick as she could so there was more time for answers.
Once she was changed Mattie returned out the sitting room and found the woman lying back on the sofa with a book in her hands. It appeared like it was an old journal. The cover was rough looking and appeared to have the pattern of a door on it in a dark shade of blue. "Ah, well then, you look lovely! Knew that outfit would suit you," The woman remarked smiling at Mattie.
Mattie nodded and scratched at the back of her neck. She still felt uneasy around the woman and now more than ever did she feel exposed to her as well in the new clothes she'd been given.
What Mattie had been given to wear was a black corset like top that had thin ruffled shoulders that appeared to want to refuse to stay on Mattie's shoulders so they hung just below. The fabric had a pattern on it but Mattie couldn't make out what it was. She'd also been given a black skirt, which she wasn't overly found of but knew she had to put up with it due to the odd reaction all the people in the pub had given her. The skirt was long in the back, but in the front it barely covered down to her knees, it was wavy and had three layers to it. She hadn't been given anything for her feet so currently she stood before the woman in the outfit along with her mismatched Carebear socks, one sock was Grumpy bear the other was Sunshine Bear, a contradiction in itself but she didn't care.
What she did care about however was how self-conscious the outfit was making her feel. Yes, she felt a bit bad-ass and sexy in them but at the same time she felt small and afraid that people would see. Mattie wore the type of clothing she wore for a reason, she had scars to hide. All along her side and front of her stomach she had a fair amount of scars from a nasty burn she'd experienced. She was taken away from her fear about people seeing them though the moment the woman, -who she still lacked the knowledge of her name, spoke.
"Absolutely stunning," the woman praised again smiling at her with a mischievous smirk, "I'd say you'd be able to give any boy a run for his money looking like that," she commented pausing to smile as Mattie frowned at her confused, "even that Castiel." With that she winked at Mattie who staring at her shocked with wide eyes.
"How" she struggled to say and took a breath, "how do you know who Castiel is?" She asked narrowing her eyes at the woman.
The woman smiled and set the journal down on the end table next to the sofa, "The Doctor told me." She stated.
"The Doctor?" Mattie repeated confused narrowing her eyes and moving to sit in the chair directly in front of where the woman sat on the couch.
"Yes," the woman practically purred with a mischievous smile on her face. It was one Mattie had seen before and recognized what it meant. Attraction. "Though, you've yet to meet him haven't you? Disappeared right before he got the chance to show his face," she remarked and picked up the journal and glanced through it as if it would tell her the answers. Mattie stared at her confused but never got a chance to say anything, for the woman laughed and set the book back down, "never gets the timing right, doesn't he?"
Mattie frowned at her. She wanted to reply with "how the hell would I know," but she couldn't bring herself to say that. After all this woman had helped her, clothed her –even though she'd already been clothed but apparently not properly and well she knew who Cas was.
"So excuse me, but uh, who are you?" Mattie asked leaning forward.
The woman smiled at her, "Professor River Song, archeologist." She replied as if she'd said it a million times.
Mattie nodded repeating the name over in her head. Professor River Song? Nope. Never heard it before. Neat though. She thought.
"Now you're probably wondering where you are and what you're doing here," Professor River Song said leaning towards Mattie, a smile still playing on her face. Mattie nodded staring at River. "Well for starters you're not in the 21st century anymore."
Again Mattie nodded, "I surprisingly figured that," she remarked and looked around. "But how? I mean, this didn't have anything to do with the angels. Did it?" Mattie asked looking to River.
River chuckled and shook her head, "not the angels you're referring to, no." She replied.
"Then what?"
"The weeping angels," River stated and for the first time since she'd met Mattie she stopped smiling. Mattie frowned confused and repeated what River said. Nodding River carried on in her explanation "Yes, the weeping angels. They're complicated." River began to explain but stopped as she realized she needed a simpler way to explain it for the girl.
"Complicated how?" Mattie asked staring confused.
"There are statues that move, but only when they're not being looked at. You look away. Even blink and well, you're in danger." River explained and frowned, "and they don't kill you. Not usually. Most times they send you back in time, like now, and well they feed off your time energy until you've died from old age. They feed off of what you never have by sending you into the past, living off of potential energy." She explained.
Mattie's head began to hurt but she nodded slowly and gulped. So right then angels were feeding off her non-existent future now that she was in the past? But how had that happened to her she hadn't been. She sighed realizing what had happened. The angel by the mausoleum! She had turned around to go find Cas. That's how the angel had gotten her.
"It's a lot to take in," River began to say trying to comfort Mattie.
She shook her head and looked up at River. She didn't need to or wanted to be comforted. Mattie was okay. Sure she'd never get to see Dean, Sam and Cas again but…oh who was she kidding she wasn't okay! She needed a way back and fast. Now she knew what had made those people disappear and had to find a way to stop them.
"So when am I?" Mattie asked like it was no big deal.
River stared at her and nodded, realizing Mattie was tougher than she'd taken her for. "Late 1800's." She stated.
Mattie nodded and hummed. She could work with that. She was no history buff but she knew some facts. "So," Mattie began trying to make conversation but found herself a lost for a topic. Finally she found one when her eyes landed on the blue journal. "Who's The Doctor?" She asked.
River looked at her and the same smirk that was on her lips earlier returned and she sat back on the sofa.
-London: 21st Century. (Dean, Sam, Cas & The Doctor)
"Time travel?" Dean repeated staring wide eyed at the man who called himself The Doctor. The Doctor nodded, but remained quiet knowing the oldest Winchester brother would have more to say. "Creepy angel statues that time travel." Dean stated and nodded to himself.
"No, no, the angels themselves don't time travel." The Doctor cut in correcting the hunter. "They simply send you back in time, erasing any chance of a future that you'd ever have and feed off that energy." The Doctor explained.
Dean nodded and looked to Sam and Cas who were sitting next to them. They were back at their hotel room. Along with The Doctor's blue box he called the TARDIS. Apparently it was an acronym; Time and relative dimension in space.
"So that's what happened to Mattie?" Sam guessed.
The Doctor nodded, "yes, the angels sent her back." He agreed.
"When?" Dean demanded instantly.
"I don't know," The Doctor replied regretfully staring at the two brothers and the back of the angel who was standing off to the side staring out a window.
"What do you mean you don't know?!" Dean demanded standing up glaring down at The Doctor.
Sam spoke at the same time but more calmly than his brother, "isn't there some way that you can-" he was asking.
"Enough."
The angel spoke over them all. Castiel turned from the window, his eyes fixed on The Doctor. "You said you needed their help in destroying these 'angels'" Cas said using air quotes when he said angels. "We need your help in relocating our" he stopped to think as he wasn't really sure what to call Mattie.
"The lovely Matthew, yes, I know but" The Doctor began to but was cut off.
"No buts. Either you tell us where Mattie is or we don't help." Sam threatened.
The Doctor stared at him surprised. Even Dean looked at his brother from sitting beside him, shocked at what he heard.
Nodding The Doctor, hummed as he thought taking something out from the inside of his coat. It was some kind of mechanical device that neither Dean nor Sam could pinpoint as to what exactly it was. "Very well, we'll go back to the graveyard and I'll see if I can lock on to her location." The Doctor stated as he fiddled with the object in his hand.
"And just how do you plan to do that?" Dean asked skeptically staring at The Doctor with narrowed eyes.
Leaning back in his chair The Doctor smiled easily and waved the object in his hand at the brother's "with this." He stated smiling.
"What is that?" Sam asked curiously.
The Doctor threw it up into the air carelessly but caught it just as quickly, "sonic screwdriver, works on everything," he informed them but frowned for a moment, "except on wood." He added remorsefully.
"Uh huh, and that's gonna help you how?" Dean questioned frowned at The Doctor.
Before The Doctor was given a chance to explain to the boys, Castiel had stepped towards him, "enough questions and talking. Time to find Mattie" the angel said and pressed his two fingers to The Doctor's forehead zapping him as well as the angel back to the graveyard.
The Doctor hooted with laughter as he looked around at the familiar graveyard. Cas frowned looking around as well. "Angel transport, that's new. I like it. Wings and everything. Good, good." The Doctor commented as he looked around and clapped his hands together still holding the sonic screwdriver in one. "Right, now let's find out where that girl is shall we." The Doctor suggested to Cas who'd been staring at him the whole time.
Cas watched The Doctor turn to the mausoleum and waved the sonic screwdriver over the air of the stone crypt. Narrowing his eyes at The Doctor's actions Cas stepped forwards about to address the man with the bowtie.
"I got a signal," he stated with a triumphant grin.
The angel eagerly stepped closer to The Doctor, "did you find her?" Castiel asked.
Shaking his head The Doctor looked closer at the sonic screwdriver. "Almost," He said though there was doubt in his voice. "It seems she's somewhere in the" The Doctor took in a breath as he fiddled with the screwdriver humming to himself, "late 1800's." The Doctor announced with some amount of confidence and a proud smile on his face as he puffed out his chest, hands on his hips.
"Are you positive?" Cas demanded. The Doctor nodded. "Good." Castiel said and stopped before he disappeared staring at The Doctor, "please tell Sam and Dean. Let them know I'm bringing Mattie back," he added reaching out to place his finger's on The Doctor's forehead.
The Doctor stared at Castiel. He didn't appear bothered by the request only started interestedly wanting to know how the angel planned to retrieve the girl from the 1800's. "How?" He asked.
"Angels can manipulate time, on occasion." Cas said as if were reciting the answer.
With a grin on his face The Doctor laughed, "Right, of course. On occasion." The Doctor nodded still the all-knowing grin upon his face. They both knew Cas actually meant "whenever they wanted" but wasn't really permitted to say that.
"I'll send you back to the hotel," Cas offered raising his hand once more.
The Doctor nodded and faintly recalled hearing the sound of wings flapping before he found himself standing in front of Dean and Sam. They were still sitting at the table in the hotel room. Dean looked furious and Sam indifferent.
"Where have you been and where the hell is Cas!" Dean demanded glaring at The Doctor.
The Doctor frowned at the older Winchester's temper and sighed sitting down in his chair calmly and meeting both brother's gazes.
"Well," Dean pressed staring at The Doctor.
"Castiel has gone to fetch your companion, Mattie, from the late 1800's" The Doctor stated.
Dean sat back in his chair raising his hands in frustration, "great! Just great! Now what? We just sit around here waiting for them to get back?" He began to rant.
"I suggest you proceed with your case, and allow me to assist in their place." The Doctor suggested with a nonchalant smile. Dean stared at The Doctor with a "you've got to be kidding me" expression while Sam remained in different and out of the conversation. "How else are you going to help me with the angels?" The Doctor added.
"We never said we were." Dean argued pointing a finger at The Doctor.
Sitting back The Doctor shrugged in a confident manner, smiling at the boys. "I'm still here." He remarked and hopped up from his chair, "now, let's go look at the other statues now shall we? See what the angels are up to." The Doctor suggested heading for his TARDIS.
Sam looked to his brother who was scowling. After a few seconds of The Doctor doing something that could be considered dancing outside the front of the TARDIS, Dean got up from where he was sitting. When he went to reach for his gun though The Doctor made a sound of protesting the action.
"Gentlemen, please. I'm not overly fond of guns." He stated when the brothers looked at him confused.
"Oh, yeah?" Dean asked faking that he actually gave a damn. The Doctor nodded with a firm expression on his face. "Well if you want our help, you're going to have to deal with them Bowtie." He shot back and pulled a strap from a duffle bag over his shoulder as he and Sam approached the TARDIS.
They brushed past The Doctor and entered the TARDIS. The door had been open so it wasn't like they were breaking in. The moment Sam and Dean stepped inside though they froze and looked around amazed seeing how much larger it was on the inside than the out.
"Wow." Sam breathed out staring wide eyed at the space around him.
Outside the TARDIS, The Doctor stood frozen still with a confused expression on his face, "bowtie?" He repeated frowning. His eye brows furrowing together, readjusting his bowtie he turned on the heel of his boot grinning to himself, "bowties are cool." The Doctor clarified to himself.
With that he stepped inside the TARDIS and grinned when he found the Winchester brother's staring dumbfounded and amazed at the sight before them. The TARDIS was rather remarkable like that on your first time seeing her. She was a sexy old girl, The Doctor reminded himself.
"Well then boys, where are we headed?" He asked clapping his hands together and rubbing them in anticipation as he awaited the answer.
They were going to go after the angels, and they were going to win. But first they needed someone else; someone clever and observant. Someone who just happened to be inspecting, all areas where the victims had gone missing.
Hitting the switch on the console they were off. The TARDIS took off with the familiar whoosh sound and The Doctor grinned as he watched Dean and Sam's reactions. Dean appeared to be terrified and Sam was concerned but less scared than his brother.
-London; In the TARDIS (Dean, Sam & The Doctor)
The TARDIS landed with the familiar landing sound of The Doctor having left the parking brake on. The Doctor was standing near the console with a wide smile on his face laughing, while Dean had secured himself into a corner in the glasses walls around the control panel. Sam couldn't help but laugh on the expression of utter terror on his brother's face as he clung onto the walls for safety. Dean's fear of flying apparently included TARDIS' as well as planes.
Once the TARDIS was still Dean stood up to his full height and straightened out his jacket and shook his head acting as if nothing had happened and like he hadn't been screaming his lungs out in fear.
"You okay there?" Sam asked his brother trying his best not to laugh.
"Shut up." Dean snapped.
Sam chuckled and they turned to The Doctor for answers.
"Alright where are we?" Dean demanded advancing on The Doctor.
The Doctor smiled and stepped away from the oldest Winchester brother heading for the door. "We are in London," he replied vaguely.
"Where in London?" Sam pressed for a more detailed answer.
The Doctor frowned a second and sighed staring at the brothers. "We're where the third missing person was last seen." He explained.
The boys nodded, staring at him with blank expressions.
He turned to open the door of the TARDIS but stopped spinning around on his head. "Gentlemen, be advised we are about to meet one of Britain's most intelligent and annoying people in history," The Doctor added as a side note, "try not to punch him, or in your case shoot him." He continued referring to Dean especially when he mentioned the use of guns.
"How do you know we're meeting someone?" Sam asked as The Doctor turned his back to them again.
Laughing The Doctor opened the doors of the TARDIS wide, smiling. "Because it's his case," he stated.
Outside the TARDIS was a pathway that had a few people walking along it. Down a ways along the path was a tall stone arch and on the top of it stood a statue of a stone angel and chariot pulled by four stone horses and a stone little boy. The arch was surrounded by two lawns on neatly cut green grass and trees that were fully bloomed.
"So how are we supposed to go about this with all these people here?" Sam asked as he and Dean followed The Doctor out of the TARDIS.
It was kind of surprising that none of the civilians that were walking by stopped to notice the blue police box that had appeared out of nowhere.
The Doctor straightened his jacket and began to walk down the pathway joining the few people who were walking along it. He expected the Winchesters' to follow him and they shockingly did. "Naturally," The Doctor replied back to Sam without looking over his shoulder.
Sam nodded staring at The Doctor confused. "But it's the middle of the day," he remarked.
"Yes, and people have gone missing. The angels are up to something," The Doctor replied turning around to face the brothers. "Something big and if they're not stopped soon-"
"Hang out, how exactly are we supposed to stop them?" Dean asked cutting The Doctor off. The Doctor stared at Dean curiously. "I mean if you don't want us shooting anything because you don't like guns," he added narrowing his eyes at The Doctor confused.
The Doctor held up his hand and opened his mouth ready with an explanation but was unable to get a word out. His eyes focused on something passed the Winchester brothers and back towards his TARDIS. There was someone leaning against it, in a relaxed pose. The Doctor narrowed his eyes at the person trying to get a better look to see if he'd be able to distinguish who it was.
"River?" The Doctor thought aloud.
"What?" Sam asked staring at The Doctor confused.
The Doctor looked at him and shook his head trying to ignore what he'd just say.
"River?" Dean repeated staring at The Doctor with a suspicious look. "Who's River?" He added.
"Uh, no one, just uh," The Doctor struggled with an explanation and tried to weave his way past and between the two brothers. They both barely allowed his past eyeing him as he went. The Doctor sighed with relief when he noticed River no longer leaned up against the side of the TARDIS for the boys to see her. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I forgot something in the TARDIS." He added as he began to walk backwards in the direction of the TARDIS.
"We'll come with you," Sam offered.
The Doctor held up his hand, and laughed, "No, no need, thank you." He said urgently.
Both the Winchester's stepped back a little shocked eyeing The Doctor curiously as he headed off to his TARDIS.
"What do you think that's about?" Sam asked glancing at his brother.
"Don't know," Dean stated somewhat glaring at The Doctor's back, "and I don't like it." He added.
Dun-dun-da! Cue the suspenseful music!
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Sorry if any of the characters seemed out of character.
Also I promise Sherlock will be returning soon-ish if anyone was wondering about the lack of Sherlock. -H.R