Chapter Fifty Five
"You know her?" Lestrade asked Sherlock.
Sherlock ignored him. He pointed at Rissa. "You died!"
"No. I faked my death. Like you did!" she said.
"I faked it for two years. Not for eighteen." Sherlock said. "And how are you the same age?"
She smiled. "Well, we all have out secrets…"
"What the hell is going on here?" Lestrade asked.
Rissa smiled. "Well...you better sit down."
...
"So, let me get this straight," Lestrade said. "You ran away with a madman who can time travel. You've gone to different fictional universes, and now they're all merging into one?"
She smiled. "Yep. I saved the Sherlock universe for last. We've already been to Supernatural, Harry Potter, and Avengers. But since all of the universes are merging, I kind of want to stay the fuck out of America. I'm not touching those dramas with a ten-foot pole."
John noticed the look that Sherlock was making. "You...you can't seriously believe her?"
"Well, how else would she be the exact same age?" Sherlock asked.
"If you want proof, ask your brother," she said.
"What do you mean?" Sherlock asked.
"Call Mycroft. Ask him about the Doctor," she said.
Everyone looked at her suspiciously as Sherlock called Mycroft. He put him on speaker.
"Hello?" Mycroft asked.
"Ah. Brother," Sherlock said. "Have you ever heard of a man named, The Doctor?"
"Sherlock, don't go poking into things you don't belong in," Mycroft warned.
Rissa took the phone from Mycroft. "Hello Mycroft!"
"Who's this?" Mycroft asked.
"Hi, I'm Rissa. I'm also the Doctor's companion. The gig is up!" she said.
"Damn," he said.
"Bye," she said, hanging up. She could almost feel Mycroft's surprise on the other end.
"I still don't believe it," Lestrade said. "And you still didn't explain how you were healed."
"Oh, an angel did it," she said.
"An angel?" Donovan asked. "Really?"
She used Sherlock's phone and called a number. She put it on speaker.
"Hello?" asked a voice.
"Hey Dean," she said. "It's Rissa. Hey, if you're not busy, can you have Cas take the three of you here?"
"Sure," he said. "Where are you?"
"London, St. Bart's hospital. I'm on the 2nd floor, room 21." She looked up and chuckled.
"Alright," Dean said. "Be there in a sec,"
"Where are they?" asked Sherlock.
"Lebanon, Kansas," Rissa said.
They waited, and then in the corner of the room, three men appeared.
"Hey," Dean said.
"Everyone," Rissa said. "This is Sam, Dean, and Cas. Cas is the angel. Guys, this is Sherlock Holmes, John Watson and his wife Mary, and DI Lestrade. The other two are Donovan and Anderson." She pointed to each person as they said their names.
"Sherlock Holmes?" Sam asked, walking forward. "Pleasure to meet you." He held his hand out. Sherlock looked at it oddly, then reached forward and shook. "Nice to meet you." He quickly released Sam's hand and walked over to Castiel.
Sherlock couldn't read him at all. He was completely blank. He was an even bigger mystery than Rissa, and he was able to figure out more things with the information that he now had.
His head was starting to hurt. But time travel, angels? This was getting very interesting.
"So," Rissa said. "Are you ready to save the world?"