Chapter 12: Welcome to the Moriarty Fan Club
I woke up in the morning at 10:30am, late for me. The event from the night before had exhausted me and after my shower I'd gone right to sleep. I slept in 221B again since I was out so late. I guessed I would have to donate a bit to Sherlock for rent.
Went I went out into the kitchen to make my morning tea in my robe and slippers, Sherlock was already awake.
"Morning, Sherlock," I said putting the kettle on.
"What's wrong, John?" He asked.
"You're going to have to be a little more specific than that," I said as I got out two mugs. One for him, one for me.
"Between you and Mary?"
I cringed. I was worried that he would figure it out eventually. Things had been tough between Mary and I since I'd found out that she was the one who'd shot Sherlock. I appreciated that she hadn't killed him, but shooting my best friend in general was not a great way to start a marriage. I felt safer here at 221B with Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson than I did in my own home sometimes. That's why I jumped at the opportunity to stay overnight.
"How'd you find out?" I asked.
"You haven't been home in days, John, and you haven't picked up the phone to tell her," Sherlock said, in a less know-it-all way than he usually did and a more comforting voice.
"She shot you, Sherlock, and you killed a man to protect her."
"She was trying to save herself," Sherlock defended.
"Then she should have told you that!" I yelled, "She could have explained that to us instead of risking your life!"
"John," he started, but didn't continue. There was silence for a moment, the only sound was the kettle steaming behind me. "I'm sorry," Sherlock said eventually.
"I'm sorry too, Sherlock," I said.
"You have nothing to be sorry for."
"Sherlock, please don't start."
"No. I just wanted to say that you're welcome to stay as long as you want."
I looked over at him and we locked gazes. He started into my eyes with sympathy. I was tearing up just thinking about it all.
"Can you manage the tea, I'm going to get dressed," I said as I left the room in a hurry. The last thing I wanted was for Sherlock to see me cry.
I went into my room and got changed into my beige jumper and jeans. I loved Mary so much. Like Charles Augustus Magnussen said, she was my pressure point, but I couldn't get over what she did to Sherlock. I knew that if Sherlock had forgiven her, then I should have too, especially since he was the one who was shot.
While I was lost in my thoughts, I heard a strange noise coming from outside my room. Then the was a crashing sound like a mug shattering on the ground, actually, exactly like a mug shattering on the ground.
"Sherlock!" I called as I came running out of my room.
"John!" He replied. I saw him standing on his chair with the fireplace poker in his hand. There was a loud sound echoing around the flat. I rushed over to Sherlock's side to see a light flashing in midair, it appeared and disappeared along with the sound in the air. Was the light the source? And how did it get there?
Mrs. Hudson came running from downstairs to see what was going on. When she saw what was happening, she nearly fell over and had to hold onto my arm.
The longer the light flashed, the louder the sounds got and something began to appear under the light. It looked something like a blue telephone box. Papers began to scatter as the thing made the entire flat windy, getting stronger with each pulse.
The thing became more clear and I could tell that it was a Police Public Call Box from the 60s. What was it doing appearing in our flat? Eventually it stopped pulsing and was clearly visible. It took up a good chunk of the room and all of us were too afraid to move. Maybe this had something to do with the kind of stuff Sam and Dean dealt with. Could Moriarty be in there?
After a moment, Sherlock leaned forwards and poked the blue box with the fireplace poker. Nothing happened. But as he was about to do it again, two men and a red-headed girl stepped out, mid-conversation.
"The TARDIS pulled us to this time and place. I had no control over it," said the funnier looking man. "Oh, hello there."
"Who are you?" Sherlock demanded.
"Oh, I'm the Doctor, this is Amy and Rory," the Doctor-man introduced.
"Doctor who?" I asked and Mrs. Hudson's grip got tighter on my arm.
"Just the Doctor," The Doctor said.
"H-How did you do that?" I said.
"It's called the TARDIS, it can travel through time and space," The Doctor explained. For some reason it sounded familiar to me, even though I was sure that this had never happened before.
"What do you want from us?" Sherlock asked, holding the fire poker out like a weapon.
"Woah, easy there. Don't fret, we're not going to hurt you," The Doctor said, using his finger to push the poker away carefully.
"Then why are you here?" Sherlock asked.
"The TARDIS brought us here. Must be something important going on here. What's going on here?" The Doctor asked, wandering around the room and stopping to look at our wall of Moriarty.
"Ah, interesting," he said.
"Do you know him?" I asked.
"Actually I just met him," The Doctor said loud enough so that I had to strain to hear him.
"Met him? Where is he?" I asked.
"TARDIS stands for Time And Relative Dimensions in Space. We just met Moriarty in the year 2010."
"That's not possible," Sherlock said.
"Oh but it is," The Doctor smiled.
Suddenly, Dean walked into the room. I'd completely forgotten that they were coming at 11. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked around the room in astonishment. He opened and closed his mouth like he wanted to say something, and when his eyes trailed over to the Doctor, the Doctor grinned and waved.
"What the hell?!" He said eventually.
"Hello, I'm the Doctor," The Doctor smiled.
"Who are these people, and what is that?" Dean said, looking at the TARDIS.
"Oh, and this is Amy and Rory," the Doctor finished and the two who must have been Amy and Rory waved at him but said nothing.
"Trust me, I am just as lost as you are," I said.
"How the hell did you get in here with that?" Dean said, astonished.
"That's the TARDIS, it travels through time and space," The Doctor explained quickly.
"Can you find Moriarty now?" I asked.
"He can find Moriarty?" Dean said.
"No, I just saw him in 2010. It was a lucky guess," The Doctor said.
"Make another one," Dean demanded.
"OK, you got me, it wasn't that much of a guess."
"Well how did you know?"
"I went through his history."
"Alright, alright, enough!" I said, at which point Mrs. Husdon let go of my arm and went running out of the room. "Dean go get Sam."
Dean nodded then left the room behind Mrs. Hudson.
"Doctor, Amy, Rory or whoever you are, when he gets back with his brother, explain everything to us," I said politely.
"As long as you do the same," Amy said.
"Of course," Sherlock said for me, and I nodded in agreement. Dean was quickly back with Sam, who was holding the leather journal in his hand.
"Oh my god," he said immediately, looking at Amy.
"It's you!" Amy gasped.
"Woah, wait. You two know each other?" Dean asked.
"Is that the other one?" Rory asked, pointing at Dean.
"Other who?" Dean asked.
"You're the Winchesters," Amy said.
"You've met before now," Sherlock muttered.
"We had to save them the night that we killed Moriarty. Remember, Moriarty thought we were to busy saving them but you got him from behind. We wouldn't have caught him without them," Sam explained.
"You mean the girl that I saved, but she kissed you instead?"
"Dean!"
"Why didn't you ever mention them?" Sherlock asked.
"How was I supposed to know that we would run into them again, we never have. Not until now!" Sam said.
"So when we found you that night, you were following Moriarty?" Dean asked. Amy and Rory both looked at the Doctor who was standing quietly in the corner.
"We were saving you," The Doctor said quietly.
"But you weren't there," Sam said.
"I was. I got away before you two showed up to save Amy and Rory. I distracted Moriarty so that you could catch him," The Doctor explained. "I was there the whole time."
"OK but save us from what?" Dean asked.
"Moriarty. Up until a few minutes ago, you two were dead. We changed history, let you live."
"That's not possible," Sam said quietly.
"Why'd you save us?" Dean asked.
"Dean, I don't think you understand how much you Winchesters have helped me over the years," The Doctor started, "I have my hands full already, trying to keep this planet safe. I was always watching you, and helping you, to repay you for the trouble you saved me. When you two died in 2009, I was lost. I couldn't save America, it became infected by demons and eventually they killed each other until there was nothing left. North America was destroyed and South America evacuated. So when I had the change to change Moriarty's past, I knew exactly where I was going."
There was silence for a long period of time before Sam spoke up, "So we died in 2009, America was destroyed but you saved us and now everything is back to normal?"
"Yes," The Doctor replied.
"Then we need to work together on this," Sam said, "You said that we've help you so many times, so repay us like this. Work with us, and we can solve it together."
"Oh, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for one of you to say that!" The Doctor smiled.
"Welcome to the Moriarty fan club," Dean commented.
"What have you got?" I asked.
"Well, I hope you're open to the impossible because we have some pretty wild ideas," Amy said.
"You have no idea," Sherlock muttered.
"So we think that Moriarty might be an alien," The Doctor said.
"Oh, please!" Sherlock yelled, "First demons, now aliens! John, this is going too far!"
"Sherlock, let him speak," I told him.
"Right, so Moriarty suddenly turns up on Earth in 2009. There's no record of him before then, up until the day he died, then he suddenly appears out of no where, alive!" The Doctor explained.
"That would explain why Molly couldn't find any of his medical history," Sam put in.
"Who's Molly?"
"A friend of ours. A coroner," I said.
"We thought that he may have been some sort of trickster," Sam explained.
"Oh, tricksters! Love tricksters! Fun bunch they are," The Doctor smiled, "They're not actually from Earth. They're from a planet called Demitriopolis. I've been there many times."
"Really? How did Moriarty get to Earth?" Sam asked.
"I'd say exile. Sometimes the bad tricksters are sent to other planets in the form of their species to live out the rest of their lives as one of them. Moriarty must have chosen here," The Doctor explained.
"We've run into tricksters in the past. None of them were as powerful as Moriarty," Sam said.
"Well it's been going on for centuries. I'd say that the other ones you've met are descendants of tricksters therefore not entirely trickster."
"Maybe he has some kind of invisible space ship on or above the Earth and that's where he's been hiding," Sam suggested.
"Tricksters don't have that kind of technology," The Doctor said.
"What other aliens live on Earth? They could be helping him," I suggested.
"There's the angels, of course they don't realize they're alien, uh, leviathans, fairies, oh and then there's that Irene Adler, not sure where she's from,'" The Doctor said.
"What?" Sherlock sat forward in his chair.
"Angels, Leviathans and Fairies? How come we never knew this," Sam wondered aloud.
"I guess no one ever bothered to check," Dean replied. "Anyways, I can't see the angels working for him, but Leviathans or fairies could be a possibility."
Suddenly the Doctor's watch started beeping. "Sorry, we're gotta dash. Gotta go save Sherlock Holmes from being killed in a swimming pool. Ridiculous, I know!" The Doctor laughed.
Sam, Dean and I all looked over at Sherlock, who looked both concerned and confused.
"What's the point in being alive if you don't at least try to do something remarkable."
-John Green An Abundance of Katherine