"Mrs Hudson! We are leaving now." John shouted down the stairs as he trailed behind Sherlock stepping closer to the dark blue box.
"..You be careful boys!" Mrs Hudson's muffled shouts echoed back up to them.
"Right let's go!" The Doctor began as he clapped his hands together in ecstatic excitement.
John raised his hand for a moment to protest, as he tried to steady his nerves of launching into the unknown.
"Hold on, we're all going into that box? All three of us? It can't possibly be big enough!" John asked backing away slowly, baffled by the technology of the box.
The Doctor turned on his most charming of smiles "Oh John, there's nothing to worry about..Trust The Doctor, I promise we will fit..Just don't touch my wibbly wobbly timey lever." he said as he gestured a repetitive hand wag, already giving them a warning scolding as his gaze flicked across to both parties, like his eyes were playing a game of ping pong.
"Uh, right ok..." John said unsure, suddenly feeling a little weary about this whole trip.
Sherlock meanwhile stared intently at the TARDIS silently, his mind was completely boggled by the prospect of this travelling wooden box, he'd thought seeing a mutant dog was mad but this was on another scale completely.
Amy was leaning lightly over the side of the dark red leather armchair listening to the boys talk and rolled her eyes at The Doctors attempt to try and control the Baker Street boys.
"Laters Pond!" The Doctor exclaimed as he came over to lightly ruffle her hair, Amy pulled a sweet grin at The Doctors action. She exchanged glances at both Sherlock and John and then back to The Doctor.
"Just be careful you raggedy idiot." She said with a little smile, as she lightly poked The Doctor in his side, brushing down his tweed jacket. She had started to remember about the last time she was left alone, the fear she had felt, being all alone with no one to help her.
"Don't you dare leave me too long! You've already done this once...how many times will you make me wait bow tie boy!" Amy's personality abruptly changed as the prospect of being alone, suddenly dawned on her.
The Doctor backed up slowly with his hands raised. "I promise you Pond, I will be back." he lowers his tone into a whisper leaning down to her, their foreheads almost touching.
"Do you really think I'd just go off travelling with these two bozos for the rest of my days?" He laughed searching her eyes as he jabbed and pointed a thumb in their direction.
"Oh that's right I forgot.." Amy began, her eyes suddenly about to challenge the Doctor staring directly into his wise old eyes.
"...You only take pretty ladies on board right Raggedy Man?" Amy said giggling and picking up more of Sherlock's case notes, making herself comfortable.
The Doctor rolled his eyes lovingly, knowing he wouldn't win this quip from Amelia.
John leaned towards Sherlock "Why is he whispering to her?"
Sherlock stood closer to the blue box as he ignored John completely, his fingers pressed to his temples.
"John could you shut up, I'm trying to work out this box." He said pointing with anger at the giant police box rubix cube in front of him.
He turned to face an annoyed John, staring at him with narrowed eyes.
Sherlock circled the room with his eyes, deducting The Doctor and Amelia's farewell.
Sherlock tutted under his breath, as he squinted his button hole eyes at Amy's obvious feelings etched on her face; he didn't like being surrounded by all this sentiment.
Amy stuck her tongue out cheekily regaining her composure as she noticed Sherlock's expression. She glared in his direction as she put the book down and folded her arms in a huff, as she watched them leave with an exasperated sigh.
Sherlock cautiously looked around as he touched the TARDIS with his long graceful fingers, deducting what was in front of him before he walked with trepidation up to the doors.
He began to follow John begrudgingly into the TARDIS.
The Doctor clicked his hands with power as the TARDIS doors swung open; as he slowly followed the new recruits inside, watching their change in expression.
The TARDIS doors closed with Amy staring intently, wishing for Sherlock to come back out and give her a proper goodbye.
The fairy tale blue box didn't take off straight away as she would've expected. The door opened a couple of inches as The Doctor poked his head out.
"And for the record Pond, I don't always take pretty girls; I take some boys along with me too." He said decidedly smug with one sharp nod before going back inside and shutting the door again.
The Doctor re entered the TARDIS as he watched the two men in front of him, their eyes sweeping back and forth.
Their astounded faces were lit up with blue and sepia orange dimmed lights as the Detective and John cautiously stepped further into the TARDIS in pure bewilderment. They stumbled up the three Perspex steps too entranced by the wires hanging down above the TARDIS consoles.
Sherlock leant awkwardly against the light gold railings staring upwards, whilst John was examining everything in awe near the controls.
The Doctor smirked with a smug grin, as he came to stand next to the pompous detective.
"Sooo Sherlock...thoughts?" He asked as he flicked a switch behind Sherlock, following Sherlock's eyes discretely as he basked in his reaction.
"It's very...technical" Sherlock said finally, as he looked stunned, trying not to show his disbelief.
John wandered around the TARDIS picking things up with excitement, reacting sharply every time the TARDIS echoed around the room with a sigh.
"It's...not possible." Sherlock began under his breath, his mouth wide open, his eyes squinting tightly together as he tried to deduct this phenomenon in front of him.
Sherlock was standing in the TARDIS mumbling over and over "When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains however improbable must be the truth." The Doctor hearing his ridiculous analogies walked up beside him once more and looked at him with his cheery expression.
"Alright there Sherly? He began, realising Sherlock wasn't in his element anymore, his pompous facade fading.
"You know..this place can get to people." The Doctor said as he pointed around the TARDIS taunting Sherlock, for once feeling like the more intelligent being, leaving Sherlock to mull things over.
The Doctor then snuck up behind John desperate to hear his verdict.
"So Johnny Boy! What do you think?" The Doctor said in a much kinder voice, excitement clear through his speech.
"Its amazing Doctor!" John began before Sherlock cut him off short.
"John please learn some more interesting phrases from the English language, your adjectives are appalling." Sherlock said, already bored by this time travelling box.
The Doctor closed his eyes in annoyance, he still wasn't completely happy with Sherlock's reaction to his sexy TARDIS.
John turned to Sherlock ready for another pointless argument
"Ha! Well...coming from you always mumbling your little catchphrase." John said motioning a repetitive hand rolling gesture.
"Urgh Dull." Sherlock replied bored at Johns quip as they both turned back to The Doctor.
Sherlock rolled his eyes at John.
"I've already figured it out. This machine, as impossible as it can be, when we observe what our pilot is wearing, the eyes not matching his youthful face and its dimensional planes being different on the inside, there is also more than one hard drive inside this box, stored away like a memory card, changing the perception to the outsider making the box look smaller on the outside, a hardly difficult deduction. Sherlock finished looking smug with himself as the Doctor glared at him.
"I prefer it when they say; It's bigger on the inside." The Doctor muttered with venom recalling his previous companion's quotes, now realising Sherlock was much more of a hassle than his normal travellers.
"And this here" The Doctor points and grasps decidedly at his light blue bow tie ".. is cool!" He responded, slightly hurt.
"Hmm definitely alien." Sherlock continued blankly not giving the Doctor a moment of sympathy, as he checked his finger nails for dirt.
John placed his face in his hands, desperate for Sherlock to take a day off. Sherlock went to touch a control, before The Doctor batted his hand away.
"Right then, bored now. Let's go." Sherlock spat at the Doctor decidedly, as Sherlock had noticed he was annoyed at him.
"Wait till you see what I've got in store for you boys" The Doctor exclaimed talking more to John now as he flicked the materialisation switch, spinning around and clambering to hold the side of the TARDIS as it began to whirl and grind out of control.
"You better find something to hold on to boyyyysss." The Doctor shouted to the two on the other side of the TARDIS who were trying to find stability in their legs, suddenly looking like two out of sorts commuters on the morning tube.
The Doctor began to spin around, falling around inside the TARDIS as she began to spin wildly out of control.
Sherlock and John held their ears not expecting how loud this machine could echo around the room. The strange sounds surrounding them, sounded to them like an elephant trumpeting, with knives scraping across a stringed instrument, the cogs and machinery working in time with the movement of the floor, as the TARDIS ground to an abrupt halt.
Amy was very bored back in 221B the boys were only supposed to be gone a day or two but on day three and no sign of them Amelia started to become restless. Her frail body had gained some strength from Mrs Hudson's chocolate chip cookies and milk she had been making; she really knew how to feed her up.
Her whole body still ached every time she moved an inch too much; her battered and bruised form still sore.
Mrs Hudson had tried to make Amy feel better about being stuck inside by playing games with her and doing crosswords.
Amy had played Cluedo a multiple amount of times with Mrs Hudson now...enough was enough.
Mrs Hudson bustled around the room collecting Amy's plate and glasses as she clattered into the kitchen. Amy saw her chance and pretended to be a sleep on the sofa so she could get a moment of peace on her own for once, she turned to face the back of the chair, curling up into a tight ball, her hair falling over her face.
Mrs Hudson was such a kind woman Amy felt bad for lying to such a sweet soul, but there was only so many puzzles someone could take...unless of course your name is Sherlock Holmes.
Mrs Hudson re-entered the room, as she noticed Amy had fallen asleep again, she tidied up the Cluedo box putting it neatly onto Sherlock's dark ebony mantel piece and pulled a multi coloured patchwork blanket from the back of Sherlock's armchair, covering Amy's sleeping form.
She crept out of 221B back down stairs to let Amy sleep. She held on tightly to the banister as she slowly pulled her tired body down the stairs, her slippers scuffing on the ground every other step. Amy could hear the steps fading in sound, the further Mrs Hudson got away from 221 B. She pretended to sleep a little longer, just in case Mrs Hudson decided to bring more treats up the stairs for when Amy would wake.
"Oh my goodness!" Mrs Hudson suddenly answered the phone landline downstairs, whilst Amy listened intently in, having snuggled into the sofa too much and had nearly ended drifting off.
"Oh no dear, are you ok?" She asked again, her voice panicked and worried. "Where are you love?" She continued with a lump in her throat.
Amy decided to slowly creep out of Sherlock's flat and lean lightly against the door frame next to the landing, she felt like a child listening to her aunt's secret conversations she used to have back in Leadworth.
"Oh god, I'll come right away...did you get his licence plate?" Mrs Hudson asked the caller, her voice suddenly getting louder and more hurried.
Amy quickly and quietly scurried back to the sofa, causing herself to wince in pain as she rushed to get back into her foetal sleeping position.
Amy heard the sound of Mrs Hudson climbing slowly up the stairs, her slippers scuffing against the wooden panelling, as she ascended to 221 B.
"Amy...I'm really sorry.." She began. Amy pretended to awaken from her slumber turning her head slowly to face Mrs Hudson. The evidence of tear marks were clear on Mrs Hudson's wrinkled face.
Amy suddenly started to worry for her; she hadn't ever seen Mrs Hudson cry before.
"Oh god Mrs Hudson is everything ok?" Amy enquired, worried for the poor woman.
"M..y sisters been in a car cra..shh." She began to stumble over the last word, her voice almost cracking completely.
Amy looked at her aghast.
"She's hopefully not badly hurt, but..but I have to see her." She continued looking at Amy's pained expression.
"Oh god I completely understand." Amy said with a cheery helpful smile. "You must go and see your sister." Amy continued, trying to be as helpful as possible.
Mrs Hudson dabbed her eyes with her tissue hanging off her dark green apron.
"Will you be OK? I...promised Sherlock I wouldn't leave you." Mrs Hudson began as her voice began to break once more; doubt and confusion making her eyes swell and water once more.
"I'll deal with Sherlock Mrs Hudson." Amy began with a challenging grin. "Plus I'm sure he wouldn't expect you to stay with me, after something...this important." Amy said with urgency, feeling a slight lump in her throat form. She hated any kind of fatal injuries, one of the many reasons she had decided not to learn to drive yet...that and fact she ran away with a mad man with a box... Amy thought to herself.
"Go Mrs Hudson, I'll be fine." Amy encouraged decidedly with a heart warming smile. Mrs Hudson still looked doubtful, before Amy spoke again.
"You have nothing to worry about...Sherlock gave me something in case I get any intruders." Amy started as her voice trailed off, as she went to search for the gun under the coffee table.
"See, I'll be fine." Amy said now brandishing the gun in her palm.
Mrs Hudson looked a little relieved, knowing Amelia could handle herself, she reluctantly decided to leave, she couldn't just leave her sister alone.
"Ok dear well depending on the traffic I should be about 2 hours, lock all the doors and windows and don't answer the door to anyone." She stressed the last part of the sentence strongly in her voice, before she headed back downstairs, untying her green apron and hanging it over the painted white banister.
Mrs Hudson grabbed her lilac day hat and her dark tweed coat, throwing her leather handbag over her shoulder as she scurried out the door so see her injured sister.
Amy started to wave from the top of the banister before she heard the door slam shut.
As much as Amelia hadn't wished this upon Mrs Hudson, she was enjoying the peace and quiet, finally having some time to herself...no more Cluedo.
Amy walked back into 221B and headed into the bathroom, she turned on the shower and began to grab some towels as she cautiously walked into Sherlock's room.
As she tip toed into Sherlock's room, the obsession to have a case was apparent, where Sherlock hadn't had a case bullet marks adorned his bedroom wall about his dark purple head rest, the head rest also having feathers and dowling sticking out of them.
His order in his drawers however was impeccable.
Every single pair of socks had been lined up in order, his diary and address books neatly stacked in the drawer below, a brown elasticised moleskine was resting on top of the cabinet, open, with the word scrawled over one page, written down as well and a code Amy was not familiar wit A...more case notes no doubt. Amy thought to herself.
She continued to look for the towels; she was convinced she could hear a strange tapping downstairs. She looked up alarmed, as she assumed her mind was playing tricks with her, just for safety she decided to grab the gun and place it in the bathroom with her.
She ran through to the living room grabbing the gun quickly, scanning the room around her intensely to make sure she was alone.
She found the towels, lined up in the bottom of Sherlock's wardrobe, his wardrobe had been colour coded, black suits and shirts together, blue suits and shirts together.
Amy realised just how bored Sherlock must get when he has no cases to order his room like it was a compulsion.
She grabbed a couple of the towels, making sure she kept the others stacked neatly in order, before heading back to the shower.
She placed the gun on the corner side of the sink just neighbouring the shower.
As she washed herself she could feel the bruises under her ribs were still painful, she observed they had changed in colour now to a light brown/yellow. It felt nice to wash her wounds and wash the past few ordeals away from her mind, the steam was hot and clammy, and Amy took a deep breath in, finally relaxing and glad to be alone, her stress finally leaving her.
Amy slid open the shower door, the sudden cold hitting her as she wrapped the towel around her head in a tight turban shape and covered herself in one of Sherlock's large white towels, which was warm and toasty from being on the radiator.
She came out of the bathroom cautiously aware her feet would slip on the wooden panelling if she wasn't careful. She didn't need any more bruises.
Amy suddenly thought she heard muffled voices downstairs. She instinctively clasped the gun in her palm from the sink, her hands still soapy and wet.
She called out, a little squeakier than planned.
"Mrs Hudson?" She whispered with an unsure tone of voice, the gun now slipping out of her hand.
After there had been no reply for a good 5 minutes, Amy decided it had been her mind playing tricks with her once again.
"Probably just the neighbour's cat." Amy reassured herself, hoping she was ok and still safe, home alone.
She decided to explore 221B, She had been there for nearly a week and a half and hadn't properly looked in the rooms, apart from finding her towels.
Being such a curious person Amy decided to carefully ransack the secretive detective's room first. She thought to herself. "God if Sherlock was here, imagine the trouble I would be in." Amy said laughing under her breath to herself at her predicament. She stared at the periodic table adorning his wall, where once again he had writte on it, and The Woman. "Who is The Woman?" Amy asked to herself, feeling slight jealousy rise in her cheeks.
Amy sat down on Sherlock's bed, the comfort under her was lovely, she had been sleeping rough on that awful red leather sofa for a week or two now. Sherlock's bed was comfy and smelt lovely.
Amy tentatively looked around to make sure no one was coming in, before spreading herself out like a star fish on Sherlock's bed; she coiled around his duvet as she felt the comfort seep in.
She decided a little kip wouldn't harm anyone and Sherlock wouldn't even know about it, if she straightened his bed out before they got back, no one would have a clue.
She grabbed her phone and set an alarm for an hour's time, giving her some time to tidy up, she knew the Doctor was never on time anyway, and Mrs Hudson would probably be back just after that, she would be completely undiscovered.
She sunk deep into the comfort of Sherlock's double bed, the light silk over throw mixed with the cotton making it such a luxury. "Better than bunk beds." Amy thought to herself. "Wh...y..y Sheee..rrrlock doesn't sleep I will never understand." Amy yawned through her speech as she found herself drifting into a comfy light sleep.
She awoke suddenly after a very short time, hearing some jingling near the door way downstairs.
"It must be the keys of Mrs Hudson, Amy said as she tried to wake herself up." A glass of water had appeared by her bedside.
Amy assumed Mrs Hudson must've come up stairs and seen her asleep in Sherlock's bed...she wasn't really worried, Mrs Hudson would never tell on her. She was gasping for a drink and gulped the water down in one, it tasted a little salty but Amy didn't question it she was so thirsty.
Amy lay on Sherlock's bed once more as she picked up her camera phone and flicked through her old pictures, Mrs Hudson had taken some recently of Amy and Sherlock reading case notes together and another of John and Amy in matching cream cable knit sweaters.
Amy already felt like she had been friends with the Baker Street boys much longer than a couple of weeks.
As Amy flicked through her pictures, another wave of tiredness hit her very hard this time, she assumed it was just because she was laying on the most comfortable bed she had ever laid on, she felt her head begin to drop against the pillow, as she crashed the phone into her nose, a red mark appearing instantly, she didn't register the pain at all...she began to fall deeper and deeper into a slumber she didn't know she had needed.
She felt herself relax completely as the bed almost felt like it began to swallow her up.
She drifted in and out of consciousness as the faint sound of voices could be heard around her, she wanted to prise her eyes open to see who it was, but the more she tried to awaken the deeper asleep she fell.
"Boys mess the place up before Mrs Hudson gets back from her poor poooorrr sisters "accident"."
Amy could hear voices in her subconscious dreams but couldn't do anything to stop what was going on around her, the strong Irish accent was easy to distinguish. She assumed it was just a dark nightmare of the Irish spider crawling into her dreams once more.
"Aww look at little Amelia sleeping." Moriarty menacingly mocked Amy's sleeping form, as he typed quickly on his phone, stepping over the smashed mirror and periodic table his minions had completely demolished, left in shattered pieces scattered around the floor.
"Good job on the sleeping pills Bastiaaaan! She had nooo cluuueeeee." Moriarty gleefully joked with Sebastian, lightly patting him on the shoulder.
Sebastian gestured an army solute at his boss, as he continued to destroy Sherlock's room in impeccable detail.
Moriarty scanned the room admiring his boys work, as he noticed the gun placed at the side of the bed nearby Amy.
"Realllyyyy Sherloooccckkk, you think a gun will stop me from getting what I wannttt, HA!" Moriarty spoke near Amy's ear, breathing on her as he picked up the gun and disarmed it.
"I'm disappointed in your Sherlock, Amelia...you have clouded his...intelligence" Moriarty sneered at Amy as she slept, poking her hard in the shoulder bone.
"But that's not exactly whyyyy weee areee here myy bonniee lass." Moriarty growled at Amy in a fake Scottish accent. As he signalled to Sebastian to come over.
"Okk she's out for the count Bastian, scoop her up...gently...she's still hurt from our last..littttleee meeting." He hissed as he sniggered with a feeble girlish Penelope Pitstop accent, as he put on a pretend expression of frowning, mocking Amy's cuts and bruises
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Sebastian scooped up Amy's body into his bulky muscular arms, Amy felt as light as a tooth pick to him.
"Ok we are trying to catch someone elses attention this time Bastian, so yes be more gentle with her, this faaaiiiiry tale maaan might be harder to aggravateeee." Moriarty joked stringing out his words as he disected his plan through, making sure there weren't any lose ends.
Bastian began to walk down the wooden panelled stairs as Moriarty clicked with power for the boys to stop and leave him too it now.
"Hmm better leave a note." Moriarty said with a psychopathic smile, chewing on his gum loudly, another fake frowning expression pulling his facial features down comically.
"Oh Bastian! I thought Amelia Pond was just a boring ordinary girl, it appears we were wrong about her." He said closing in closer to examine Amy asleep in Sebastian's arms as he squeezed her cheeks sharply moving her head around, her head floppy like a puppet on strings.
"This is even moreee ammussing than I had every imagined! Comeee on Raggeeeddyyy mannn...I want to meet you and your special box!" Moriarty smiled with glee toying over his words as he spoke them, chewing on his gum, as he thought about this prospect.
He scrawled a note down on a post it and stuck it to Sherlock's cabinet next to his elasticised moleskine.
NOTE:
I know who you are Raggedy Man
Come and Play
JM
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