"Amelia? How you feeling?" John asked as she stirred in her sleep. Sherlock was watching her intently from the other chair, plucking at his violin strings, as John bustled around deciding to make some tea.
Sherlock scuttled closer to Amy putting his violin down, as he sat on the coffee table opposite her, his elegant hands steeped under his chin, peering at her, unnerving Amy slightly.
"What you staring at?" Amy began, already feeling her feisty attitude returning to her in a blaze of Scottish glory. Sherlock continued to lock eyes with her, as he deducted her every move.
"Have you not slept at all?" Amy enquired looking at Sherlock's worn out eyes as she deducted for herself, narrowing her eyes at the emaciated form in front of her.
Amy stared towards the kitchen as she broke Sherlock's gaze after hearing John's bad rendition of Billie Jean echoing around the room.
John re-entered the room, as he stared at the baffled expressions adorning Amy's face after hearing him sing, he awkwardly cleared his throat, his cheeks turning a pastel pink. "Errr..hmm...here." John said as he passed Amy the bone white china cup and saucer to her.
Sherlock smirked discretely at Amy's expression still focussing on her entirely.
A sudden swirl, followed by a strange grinding sound started to fill the room, echoing off the walls of 221 B. Sherlock and John looked at each other in concern as Amy stared out into the space the sound was coming from when the beautiful blue box began to materialise in front of them, smashing the mugs onto the floor and causing Sherlock's musical annotations to fly around the room circling the TARDIS.
John stared in pure wonderment at the strange looking police box, nestling comfily on their rug. Amy looked at the blue box with ecstatic happiness, still slightly battered and bruised from her ordeal, lying safely on her sofa bed.
Sherlock's gaze had shifted from staring at Amy, now he glared directly at the TARDIS, trying to work out why and how a 1960's police box had just appeared out of nowhere directly into his living room.
The Doctor poked his head out of the TARDIS as he realised his mistake.
"Oops bad parking." He awkwardly muttered to himself, as he stared at the sea of faces staring back at him.
He noticed Amy laying on the sofa, bruised, with visible abrasions.
"POND! What's happened? Are you OK? Why have you got bruises over you?" The Doctor exclaimed quietly, as he frantically rushed over to Amy searching her eyes for an explanation.
He turned round very suddenly , a dark and menacing rage taking over control of his actions as he glared at Sherlock and John.
"I told you to keep her safe." He said in a quietly controlled voice. "Did he do this?" The Doctor asked as he shot a nasty expression at Sherlock narrowing his eyes at him.
Amy carefully rose from her position before Sherlock had a chance to defend himself. She still felt weak and fragile but she had decided The Doctor's overreaction needed to be settled with her words.
"I'm ok Doctor, no need to panic, just had a run in with a nasty criminal spider." She reasoned with him turning him around to stare him deep in his wise old eyes. Her last words spoken left a nasty taste in her mouth as she spat the words out like bile in her throat.
"Who is that?" The Doctor asked, searching Amelia for answers, the anger of this good man clear for everyone to see. Amy looked suddenly terrified as she stuck her tongue out in disgust, at the sheer idea of explaining who this psychopathic Irishman was.
Sherlock quickly answered, venom surrounding his words to prove to The Doctor he wasn't to blame. "James Moriarty" Sherlock sneered. The Doctor gave Sherlock an apologetic look, as he stared at Sherlock's anger over this crazed lunatic.
"Pond? Do I need to have a chat with this man?" The Doctor said directly at Amy after he realised Sherlock himself wasn't happy with Amy's appearance. The Doctor adjusted his bow tie with a smirk, as he assumed he could out smart this petty little man. The Doctor was a little surprised at Amy's change of expression, fear falling from her syllables.
"You listen to me Raggedy man, you do not go anywhere near that maniac!" Amy shouted at the Doctor, pulling at his tweed lapels, a serious face engraved into her features. Amy's head started to shake slightly as she thought about her ordeal. The Doctor gave her a tight hug, warmth and friendship flowing through out them.
"Shhh Pond, it's ok no need to worry, I'll stay away." He said gently coaxing Amy's hair. He could feel her sobbing onto his jacket whilst in the embrace, as she sniffled and nuzzled into his chest.
"You've been gone ages idiot." Amy said wiping her nose and trying to regain her composure.
"Doctor I was so scared." She said as a lump formed in her throat, hugging him tightly once more, as she caught him off guard. The Doctor leant his chin against the top of Amy's head in a tight embrace as he rocked her in his arms, she was still such a child inside.
"Shhhh I'm here now." He said as he continued to cuddle her.
John had walked around the TARDIS, prodding it with his finger, as he looked for cables and wires to this supposed magic trick. Sherlock was also staring at the TARDIS, as he flicked his head back now and then to look at Amy's expression of comfort in The Doctor. He thought to himself of the possibility of him being there for her like that but then shunned it deep into his mind palace, denying his sentiment once more.
"Errmm Sherlock, John." Amy began, seeing their confused expressions.
The Doctor and I haven't been completely truthful with you." Amy said feeling better as The Doctor helped hold her up, her body still recovering.
Sherlock and John looked at each other ready for a bombshell.
"Let us explain everything to you..." The Doctor began twirling his bow tie as he patted the outside of the TARDIS.
"Tell me your name." Moriarty glared at the poor man tied tightly to the chair, his screams could be distinguished through the walls of Sebastian's hunting cabin, a safe distance away from any human contact.
"Rorrrryyyyyy" The poor man began, the knife cutting deep into his chest, blood dripping down his body. He breathed a sigh of relief as the torturers stopped to write his information down on a black lined notebook.
"Well ROOOORRRYYYY, we need a surname." Moriarty sang down at him as he continued to eyeball him intently with menace.
Sebastian edged closer with his knife as Rory began to stutter his words out, his fear already making him betray his courage.
" WILLLIIIAAMMMS." He shouted out just before the knife could score another mark on his chest.
"Ok Rory Willliiiaaammmmss, you are being obedient. Maybe I will let you live." Moriarty exclaimed with a cackle, patting down hard on Rory's blood stained collar bone.
"How do you know liiiittlllle Amelia Pond?" Moriarty asked sharply and to the point. Rory sighed, he didn't want to give this maniac any information that wasn't needed.
"Who is Amelia Pond?" Rory lied through his teeth, panting at the excruciating pain.
Moriarty rolled his eyes, his dark glance staring directly into Rory's, his dark and disturbed character becoming more irritated.
"Do not lie to me Rory!" "Answerrrr Meeee!" He yelled as loudly as he could fathom, clamping down onto Rory's shoulder, causing the pain to shoot up Rory's body like a hot iron being placed onto his exposed muscle.
"OK OK! Arrgghhh" He began, hoping he wouldn't give too much away, his courage fading quickly. Moriarty smiled as he realised Rory was at the tipping point, the pain becoming too much for him to bare.
"We dated a few times... then she disappeared and I haven't seen her much since." Rory exhausted his words, trying to control his erratic breathing pattern.
"Gooodddd Boyyyy!" Moriarty sang with joy at Rory patting him sharply on the shoulder, as he caused Rory to wince, patronising him with every gesture.
"This is very interesting!" Moriarty exclaimed with glee, a devilish smile playing across his mouth, trying to figure out why Amelia was so special to the cold hearted Sherlock.
"And when you say disappeared?" Moriarty continued now grabbing a chair and sitting opposite Rory, close enough to intimidate.
Rory tried to fight the pain once more, coming in sharp short bursts as Sebastian had started digging it in sharp jabs against his arm, finally giving into his mercy.
"A..f...ter the whole prissooonnnerrr zero scandal." Rory finished, his yelps echoing the room, the decibel loud and uncontrollable.
"Bastiannn, hold on a second.." Moriarty began signalling Sebastian with a theatrical gesture. "His screams are so loud I can't hear what he's sayinggggg." Moriarty finished giggling through the evil concept they were conducting.
"Prisoner Zero?" Moriarty gestured for Rory to continue. His hands were becoming impatient as they turned in sharp repetitive circles.
"Yes it was an alien life form which was inhabiting Amy's walls as a child." Rory continued as he realised he had no other choice but to talk.
"Come on Roryyyyy, you areeenttt very good at tellliinnngg storrrieeess." Moriarty drawled at him, gesturing for him to speed up.
Rory stared blankly into the mad mans eyes as he phrased his words carefully together trying not to mention anything too substantial.
"TOOOO LATTTEEEE!" Moriarty squealed in annoyance, as he clicked his fingers once more at Sebastian. "Drag it sharply down his chest, don't stop till he talks." Moriarty said sadistically at Rory, as he watched Rory's fear over flow.
"AHHHHHHHH" He howled loudly.
"Answer me quickly Roryyy and thisss will all be overrr." Moriarty hissed with a reptilian tongue as he stood checking his nails with a bored expression.
"AHHHH...she has a friend.." Rory began once more, as Moriarty signalled Sebastian to stop once more.
"Someone she calls her..best friend." Rory gasped trying to adjust slightly in the chair, as he tried to tug inconspicuously at the tight rope binding him to the chair.
Moriarty suddenly leaned in now Rory was getting to the interesting sections of this twisted idea of a story time.
"She refers to him as her raggedy doctor; he's her imaginary friend from when she was a child." Rory stops to take a breath.
"She saw psychiatrists over it, she was convinced he was real...we didn't believe her...until prisoner zero happened." Rory panted as he hoped he wasn't unleashing too much information.
"Her raggedy man came back..well someone that looked like him...and he hadn't aged a day!" Rory yelped as he watched Sebastian edge closer after having cleaned his knife. Blood stained cloth now surrounding the area.
Jim Moriarty smiled a dark sadistic grin as he pondered tapping his fingers against his lips theatrically.
"Hasn't aged?" Moriarty said as curiosity started to pique his interest.
Rory suddenly backtracked , as he realised Moriarty was getting to his point.
"Ermmm well it's all nonsense though...just a silly fairy tale Amy made up when she was a child...I wouldn't believe it if I was you." Rory panted with an awkward faked giggle, as he lied through his teeth, to this raving lunatic.
Moriarty smirked at Rory's turn of phrase, his plan had become even more complex. As Rory had divulged more interesting information than Moriarty had planned.
"Ohhhh Rorryyyy Rorrryyyy Rorryyy, I dooo love fairy tales, tell me more about this fairy tale man?" His melodious Irish accent was strong as he sat opposite Rory, ready to hear his rendition of Amelia's Leadworth tale.
"So you actually time travel!" John spluttered at them, his tea spilling down his cable knit sweater.
"It's not possible." Sherlock decided, as he looked at the blue box for some logical reason.
"Well Sherlock didn't you say to me once, once you rule out the impossible, whatever remains how improbable must be the truth." Amy recited Sherlock's words in perfect diction.
Sherlock stared at Amy, amazed she had remembered his speech.
"Well yes, but Amelia this is time travel! It can't be possible! He can't be possible!" Sherlock said as he pointed accusatorily at The Doctor who was sipping at his tea. Sherlock tried to get Amy to reason with him staring from one person to the other.
"What's wrong Sherrllyyy, scared?" Amy teased, as she jostled him lightly, her body still hurting as she did it.
The Doctor suddenly chirped in. "First things first...Do you have any Jammy Dodgers?" "I'm rather partial to a dodger before travelling." He said with grin and a light tap of his heel. He pulled out his sonic screwdriver from his inside tweed pocket, flinging it open with one shake to examine Amy's condition.
"You are still badly hurt Pond, are you going to be ok if you come with us?" The Doctor said staring at her with kind generous eyes.
"I'll be fine Doctor!" Amy said bluntly, sitting back down, she hated to be fussed over.
"Owww" She exclaimed as she realised her bruises had doubled in size under her ribs. She spluttered and took a massive intake of breath, as she realised she wasn't able to go anywhere.
"Hmmm as I thought Pond, you are going to have to stay here but please don't go anywhere! Stay in the flat and sleep...recover Pond." The Doctor said as he set a strict set of rules, masked by a friendly smile.
Sherlock and John both look at each other already afraid this wasn't a good idea.
"Oh don't worry, Mrs Hudson is on strict instructions to stay with Amy.
Amelia will be fine I promise." The Doctor said encouragingly, a heart warming smile convincing John straight away.
Sherlock looked down at Amy, who has begun to settle down in the big sofa, picking up one of Sherlock and John's case notes, reading them all intently, as she tried to decipher clues.
"Amelia you ring us if anything...ok?" Sherlock told Amy, a slightly worried expression showing on his face.
"...and incase you need it...here." Sherlock continued making sure The Doctor was looking in the other direction. Sherlock placed a gun lightly into Amy's hand curling her fingers gently around it, as he avoided putting it into her initial engraved palm.
"Be safe you..." Amy whispered quietly into Sherlock's ear, kissing him gently on the cheek as he rose from the sofa to join John, ready to leave with The Doctor.