Meanwhile
The TARDIS finally settled as they ground to their abrupt stop. Sherlock and John had opted to cling onto the side of the railing, helping to stabalise their balance.
The Doctor jumped up abruptly from his worn cream leather chair, as he stumbled over his feet with excitement, checking their outside surroundings.
"Space Florida!" The Doctor shouted energetically as he opened the TARDIS doors wide latching them to the side spinning around in a pirouette as he did so, letting Sherlock and John see the incredible scenery which encircled them.
John settled his nerves after the bumpy ride, as he straightened out his hair; he turned around to face the Doctors excited grin, locking eyes with him for a second before he stared in wonder at the direction The Doctor was pointing.
Yellow radioactive sand surrounded the sides of the TARDIS; the brightness of this sand was unlike anything John had seen before.
Shades of painterly bronzes, golds mixed with the glittery yellow pebbles stretching all the way to the shore. The sea was the lightest shade of green, a radioactive green tint with azure colours splashing at the shore as it caught the sunlight.
John sat down on the three Perspex stairs of the TARDIS as he began to push his white socks into his shoes, ready to feel the sand on his feet. He could hear the rushing of the ocean and the swirling of five giant turbo fans standing as tall as trees out of the water.
"Solar powered sands..." The Doctor began, having swapped into his fashionable bright red bow tie trunks. "This sand cleans up any rubbish that had been left on it by planet causes recycling itself! The waves are powered by the solar turbines! It's the most self efficient beach there is!" "There are many shoals of different types of fish! Some have evolved into Pic n Mix fish..." The Doctor continued to ramble on as John was testing the bright yellow sand out under his feet.
"Myself and Amy had the pleasure of eating the local delicacy last time we came here...Who is up for candy fish bits?" The Doctor exclaimed as he stared at John's gobsmacked expression.
"Come on Sherlockk!" The Doctor span around excitedly stumbling over his feet once more, as he shouted back into the TARDIS, realising Sherlock wasn't standing alongside them."
Sherlock had straightened himself up in the TARDIS after the bumpy unneeded ride. He was still deducting the TARDIS after all the racket it had made bringing them there.
He inspected the Doctors controls, flicking certain orange switches and reading the embossed words "MUSTARD" and "KETCHUP" written on two of the levers. He stared up at the monitor, wondering if he could turn it on, as continued to search the TARDIS in incredulous detail. He was deducting the TARDIS like a crime scene back home. The Doctor peeked his head round the TARDIS door to make sure Sherlock was alright, catching him in the act as Sherlock pushed another button.
"Don't touch things you don't understand Sherlock!" The Doctor scolded Sherlock with a wag of his finger, trying to hurry him out of the TARDIS before turning back around to keep an eye on what John was doing. Sherlock begrudgingly edged closer to the TARDIS doors, curiosity now getting the better of him.
"Just watch out for the spider crabs here!" The Doctor continued his muffled voice talking to John from outside of the TARDIS. "The natural mutation of this world has caused them to quadruple in size and glow fluorescent...they give a nasty nip John so be careful!" The Doctor shouted from outside the TARDIS doors as John began to enter the water.
Sherlock kept his full suit on, his pale skin completely covered up in the mock heat. John had followed the Doctor further down the sands to inspect the translucent still waters in front of him.
Fish jumped high out of the ocean, their insides visible to be seen; flashes of apple green and lilac purples adorned their streamline shapes, John called over to Sherlock as he watched the brightly coloured fish in front of him.
John gestured towards Sherlock to come closer, as he looked around to see a very unsure Sherlock, kneeling down to pick up sections of sand, inspecting every granule with a sceptical glance.
"Take a day off Sherlock!" John shouted back at him, rolling his eyes at his friend's stubborn nature.
Sherlock walked up to John with a bored expression.
"Dull, it's just a beach." Sherlock began expecting the Doctor would want to prove his alien nature by introducing him to something more...unusual than a beach.
The Doctor shook his head at Sherlock, as he began to start a speech about where they had landed.
"Sherlock..." The Doctor prepared what he was going to say before getting abruptly cut off.
The golden sand swirled through the whispy air combing together in a sudden whirlwind, as the whirlwind began to calm down and disappear, a strange figure was emerging from the inside of the sand, standing in the sands place was a robotic transparent man completely made from sand, like a wet sand sculpture starting to dry out, a hologram interface now standing directly in front of them.
"You were saying Sherlock..." John began taunting Sherlock, as he nudged the Doctor, both watching Sherlock's now dumbfound expression.
"This beach is protected, please be aware what you are doing is being watched!" The interface began with a sharp tongue, his sandy lips dripping granules of sand away every time he spoke.
"This is proto type 9023 of Space Florida" The Doctor began. "Each one has progressed through their time on this planet. The sands are now automatic and the everything is becoming recyclable, My how you've grown!" The Doctor excitedly grinned and stared at the interface, realising this hadn't been here last time.
"It appears they are more protective over their new models." The Doctor continued cautiously as he pulled out his sonic screwdriver scanning the Sand Man for vital signs. The Sand Man had now stopped talking, suddenly collapsing in front of them, combining together like a child's sand sculpture. His lips had already began to dry out, as he started to fade into a brightly coloured sand heap.
"Hmm why exactly are they so worried we would mess up their sands Doctor?" John asked suddenly realising the Doctor wasn't expecting an interface to be here...nor to collapse.
"I'm not sure John, there's something I'm missing... I can't quite figure it out yet." The Doctor said as he began to frantically sonic the sand, his eyes darted around violently inspecting the whole surroundings...something here wasn't the same as his normal trips he had taken with Amy...but what was different...
Sherlock tutted and huffed at the idea of this supposed magical Doctor not being able to do a simple deduction.
"Anyway boys, lets worry about problems later...problems are really boring...I have to show you the wide variety of fish here, some contain antifreeze to help freeze the ocean over in the modulated winter!" The Doctor began as he skipped over to the ocean, ignoring all signs of danger and focusing on spectacle and show.
Sherlock rolled his eyes following at a distance, as he realised just how much he was missing home...his deductions..his cases...Amy... He shook his head in denial as he pushed the last thought out of his mind, following John cautiously to the shore.
The light green waves lapped at the shore, the fish were an incredible specimen, jumping high out of the water with bright blue Doctor was picking up the fish and laughing at their change in evolution, everything had progressed so much since the last time he had been there with Amy.
Sherlock and John stood at the shore watching this mad man play with the bright blue fish.
"AHHHHHH"...
The Doctor suddenly gave a panicked scream, causing Sherlock and John to stare bewildered in his direction.
The fish in The Doctors hand had suddenly stopped breathing, his tiny runt exterior, falling floppy in The Doctors hand. The Doctor held it silently, his emotions beginning to well up at the creature unsure of what had just happened.
Suddenly fish started falling from the waves, landing in front of their feet, their usual bright azure glow now fading, as they struggled for breath.
"Doctor..why are these fish...dying?" John questioned, whilst Sherlock instinctively picked one up, deducting every last breath this fish still had in him.
"I don't know John, but whatever is killing such a beautiful species will have me to answer to." The Doctor fumed darkly with a solemn expression, as he stroked one of the antifreeze designed fish species, its fluorescent blue shades and purple hues now fading to a filtered muddy grey.
The Doctor sighed sadly as his sight line followed the path of the shore, a collection of dead fish now appearing in his vision up and down the sandy beach.
"Why is this happening?" The Doctor asked suddenly irritated and unable to keep his emotions together. He started kicking the sand in frustration, golden specks flying in Sherlock's direction.
Suddenly an alarm sounded over head...the giant wind turbine fans began to turn into tall sirens, watching over them like tall policeman of the shore.
"This is proto type 9023! You are causing a disruption in our factory! Please remove yourself at once, or we will use our means to remove you instead!" The sounds of the law suddenly surrounded them as John, Sherlock and The Doctor looked around in alert suspicion, trying to work out where the sound was coming from.
"Something isn't ringing true here..." The Doctor said as he looked around frantically for the culprit.
"Doctor...we landed abruptly without your direction..." Sherlock began to now help him see sense and deduct his way out of whatever was happening. "Clearly this is a trap of some sort.." Sherlock said unmistakably with an obvious expression. John looked at them both as the sudden realisation set in.
"A trap?" The Doctor began with venom, realising Sherlock could be right. "They should know better than to put me in a trap!" The Doctor shouted angrily up at the heavens his anger rising quickly, a dark storm cloud, taking over his thoughts.
"Calm down Doctor." John began giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
"So think logically who would want to trap you?" "Or at least intimidate you?" John started with Sherlock finishing his sentence, trying to keep the Doctor's brain together.
"The only person that would try this is long gone, there is no way he could survive, and no one would want to help someone as evil as him..." The Doctor reasoned with his own thoughts, wondering if it was possible for his nemesis to somehow be brought back. If there was one thing that The Master knew, it was how to upset The Doctor, through the most miniscule of things.
Suddenly all idea of travelling for fun had left their minds...
"I suggest we get back to 221 B and work out what they are trying to achieve." The Doctor began as he stared at a lost Sherlock and John.
"Errrmm...Doctor...they've controlled the TARDIS to get you here...they may not...let you leave?" John reasoned with him trying to get him to see sense.
"Oh Johnnn Johnn Johnn." The Doctor said tutting and touching shoulders supportively with Sherlock and John. "You dooo underestimate me." "They may be able to control my TARDIS...but once I know something's up I can just change the position and flux regulator to cause the TARDIS to become untouchable. They won't be able to touch our ride back. Just might take a while to sort out the polarity schedule." The Doctor said with determination, adjusting his bow tie and ushering Sherlock and John back into the TARDIS quickly, shutting the doors and locking them inside with him.
Sherlock stared around the magnificent TARDIS structured walls, utterly bored. He peeked up finally after realising soon he would be heading back to London in real time, having now opened his horizons to the idea of time travel, he realised he hated it, even with its wonder, Sherlock would choose murder investigations over alien fish any day.
Mrs Hudson turned her key in the lock after arriving back from a tearful hospital visit with her sister. She was a shaken up mess, her sister was badly hurt with some broken ribs and currently in critical condition. Her head was all over the place. She pushed the door open, and dropped her bags in a heap on the floor, pulling out a tissue to wipe the tear stained makeup from her wrinkled face.
"Which sort of car with blacked out windows would hit into my sweet sister..." Mrs Hudson whimpered to herself as she wiped her feet on the mat and slowly shuffled into the kitchen to get herself a glass of water. "Some people in this world..." She continued coaching herself back to reality to sit at the table, holding her head in her hands for a second.
She heard a sudden whirl and grinding from upstairs, stopping her in her tracks. She tried to snap herself out of her sombre mood, as she made herself another glass of water and started to slowly head up the stairs to 221 B. Her tired feet creaked on the floor boards as she heaved herself up the stairs with all her might.
The door was shut, which was unusual. She opened the door to see a giant blue box standing in the middle of the room. Mrs Hudson stared in the direction of the blue box, bafflement adorning her expression, followed shortly after by the opening of the TARDIS doors and John, Sherlock and The Doctor clambering out talking frantically about "The Master".
"He can't possibly be alive!" The Doctor continued letting Sherlock and John leave before he shut the door, all completely oblivious to Mrs Hudson standing directly in front of them.
"Sherlock! Look at the mess you've made!" Mrs Hudson began irate, still in a state of shock, looking around at the broken glass on the floor, books spread everywhere, assuming the TARDIS had caused this.
"Mrs Hudson?" John and Sherlock asked looking up at an upset, confused Mrs Hudson, her tear marks had stained her cheeks a light grey, her expression wavering.
"Are you ok?" The Doctor added also now realising Mrs Hudson had been crying.
"How about a nice cup of tea?" John said encouragingly to her, helping her to sit on the sofa.
The Doctor began to agree that a nice sit down and catch up with his Amelia would be best.
Sherlock sat down in his armchair staring directly at Mrs Hudson sitting opposite, on the red leather sofa. Searching her for answers, realising she wasn't yet ready to talk.
"Where's Amelia?" The Doctor began energetically, heading into different rooms shouting and jumping through to each one.
"Ponnndddd?" He exclaimed excitedly..."Where are youuu hiddinggg Pond?"...
After hearing no reply, his tone of voice began to get slightly more frantic.
"Pond.?...Amelia?" The Doctor asked once more still unable to find her.
"Mrs Hudson..." The Doctor asked hastily re-entering the room, searching her frantically for answers.
"Did Amy say anything to you about going out?" The Doctor asked quickly as he stumbled over his words hounding Mrs Hudson for an answer.
"What's wrong?" Sherlock asked shortly now staring directly at the Doctor whose face was riddled with guilt and unanswered questions, his old eyes filled with regret.
John came back from making a cup of tea, as he noticed Sherlock and The Doctor frantically searching the room, chucking pillows on the floor, ripping the book case to shreds, the glass on the floor being trodden on.
The Doctor suddenly realised he hadn't looked in Sherlock's room because the door had been shut. He darted in that direction, Sherlock tight on his heels.
They both entered cautiously, swinging the door open.
The broken periodic table was smashed on the floor, Sherlock's drawers had all been pulled out, clothes ripped and burnt were laying strewn across Sherlock's knife stabbed white duvet sheets. Sherlock noticed a ginger hair laying on one of the pillows, as he realised Amy had slept in here recently.
"She's been here Doctor." Sherlock said picking up the single hair and pocketing it into his petri dish hoping it might have some residue to what had happened to her.
The Doctor span round quickly to face Sherlock, he was holding a crumpled piece of post it note in his hands trembling. He read the note out loud, anger filling his facial expressions.
NOTE:
I know who you are Raggedy Man
Come and Play
JM
X
The Doctor glared at the piece of paper, his anger beginning to cloud his thoughts as he grasped the note almost ripping it from the tension in his hands.
Sherlock also couldn't control his anger, his teeth started to grit at both Moriarty and the uneasy feeling that this was slightly The Doctors fault.
"Why did we have to go to your stupid Space Florida!"Sherlock began his aggression aimed directly at the Doctor as he held back his spit. He growled viciously at the Doctor.
"Amelia is in trouble again and it's your fault!" Sherlock continued, holding his fists together in a tight ball, trying to hold back a punch.
"What the hell is going on!" John suddenly shouted hearing Sherlock and The Doctor from the other room. The Doctor wasn't looking angry anymore, he looked completely lost...his heart and mind had disintegrated as he just stared into Sherlock's eyes believing every spiteful word that was coming out of his mouth. It was his fault. He had left Amy again. He had been the cause of all this. Moriarty wanted him. He would use Amy to get to him. Amy needed help and fast.
"John we need to find Amelia straight away, we need to be careful it seems Moriarty knows of the Doctor...what he is. This is a new game he is playing." Sherlock reasoned with John as he picked up and scouted more evidence, the scattered pieces on the floor of his bedroom, becoming rapid dangerous puzzle pieces.
"Doctor, we have to be cautious here...he knows who you are somehow." John said whilst Sherlock continued exploring hastily on the floor. "You can't give in, we will save Amy...don't lose hope...and don't get angry!" John shouted as he tried to snap The Doctor back to reality before giving Sherlock and The Doctor a warning glance, the last of his speech directed at both of them.
The Doctor finally snapped out of his austere manner and started to think.
"Sherlock...John...tell me everything you know about this spider, James Moriarty." The Doctor demanded through gritted teeth.