Chapter 18: Bye Bye Winchester
"I am done with you!" Dean yelled at the Doctor.
Amy and I were still sitting on the ground, where we had been watching Doctor Who just a minute ago. It was a pretty decent show, and very accurate from what we'd seen. The Doctor wouldn't let us watch past an episode called The Power of Three. He said that was the invasion of the cubes, which had just happened to us.
"Dean, I'm sorry but that's how it goes, I can't change that," The Doctor said.
"And how do we know that? We don't know you, Doctor. For all we know you and Moffat could be working with Moriarty and these shows are actually just a load of crap to get us to trust you," Dean yelled.
The Doctor's voice went quiet, "Dean, I would never do that to anyone."
"Well, how are we supposed to trust you? You could be a trickster, just like him!"
"Dean, believe me. All of this is real. We have done everything that show has said. We could take you back, show you," Amy said, standing up.
"No," He said, "Come on, Sam, we're leaving."
"Dean!" Sam called as Dean left the flat. Dean didn't stop, so Sam followed him, giving us an apologetic glance before leaving. Being respectful was worth so much to that man, it amazed me, considering what they do for a living.
"Sam!" The Doctor called and followed him.
I exchanged glances with Amy then stood up to be by her side. Sherlock and John were on either side of us. We were too stunned to speak as we listened to the three of them running down the stairs.
The Doctor was back to us after a moment. He looked relieved but upset at the same time.
"Anyone else want to go?" He asked, "Sherlock?"
Sherlock looked over us to John, then looked back at the Doctor, "No," he decided, "This is where I belong."
"And we're glad to have you," The Doctor smiled, then bounced off into the TARDIS, all sadness forgotten. We followed him around the corner and into the TARDIS.
"Remember the journal Sam had?" The Doctor asked.
"Yes," We all replied.
"I have it here," The Doctor said, pulling the leather bound journal out from nowhere, "Before Sam and Dean left, Sam told me that he no longer felt connected to this, he no longer feels the urge to write in it. We can destroy it now."
We stared at the Doctor as he looked at John, to Sherlock, to me and to Amy.
"Well isn't anyone going to give me any suggestions?" He asked.
"Uh, shouldn't you find out it's purpose," John suggested. The Doctor looked at the journal, then when he looked back he turned it to face John like he had just been exchanging glances with a puppet.
"Good suggestion, in fact, very, very good suggestion, but we can't. It got so much power from Sam that it is quite possible that it is listening in on our conversations. I can live without the answer to this one, actually I probably can't but I'm clever so I'll figure something out before we destroy it. Now who knows how to destroy a book!" The Doctor smiled.
"We could burn it," I suggested.
"Or just, like, rip it up," Amy said, using her hands to gesture tearing something up.
"Brilliant, Amy. Truly brilliant," The Doctor smiled and skipped out of the TARDIS. We all followed him, Amy smiling beside me.
The Doctor led us to the kitchen and immediately grabbed the scissors, that were sitting on the counter. He looked at them, then set the book on the counter where he'd found the scissors and started to trying to stab it. It wasn't having much effect, just putting little dents in the cover. He realized this, then opened the book and started stabbing the inside. It had the same results.
"Look, Doctor," Amy said, grabbing the book from him and tearing a couple pages out. "Like this."
I jumped when John's cell phone started ringing from inside his pocket. He plucked it out and held it up to his ear.
"Hello?" He said. "Yes, what's wrong? Oh my God. We'll be right over."
"Who was it?" The Doctor asked.
"Dean. Sam was fine then he dropped and started coughing up blood," John explained in a panicked voice.
I looked back at the Doctor who looked terrified and confused. He stared at the book. The torn pages were in Amy's hands. She looked down at her hands in horror and dropped the pages like they were infected with a deadly disease.
"We have to go," The Doctor said.
"Doctor, is it really a good idea to do this? Dean just walked out on you because of how mad he was," John said, "I'm a doctor, I can handle this."
"Yes, but this is my fault and I need to fix it," The Doctor said, storming off in the direction of the TARDIS. We followed him.
"Can we go back and prevent it from happening?" Amy asked.
"No, but we're going to get there for a few minutes ago. We'll have a better chance of saving him then," The Doctor explained. He pulled a lever on the console and we took off. We arrived quickly, probably because the Doctor was actually making an effort and not just trying to impress.
A few minutes ago, the Impala had been filled with the screams of Sam and I. He didn't like leaving the Doctor, but honestly, I was just trying to keep us both safe. I had told him that the Doctor had just appeared out of the blue with no reasonable explanation. Sam replied by explaining to me that that is what we dealt with and to not believe him was ridiculous after what he'd shown us. I refused to argue past that point. I was not working with the Doctor anymore, and I was certainly not letting Sam work with him.
I turned onto Slater Road and drove in silence. That was until I saw Amy waving and running towards us in the rear-view mirror.
"What the hell?" I said and pulled over.
"What is it?" Sam asked.
"Amy."
I half stepped out of the car, ready to jump back in if this was a stupid trick of the Doctor's. How the hell did she get here? We'd seen her just seen her a few minutes ago, and there was no way she had run all this way. But it had to be the TARDIS. Had it been Rory or the Doctor, then I would have gotten back in the car right away and kept driving. But it was Amy, and God knows I could never ignore a pretty girl.
"What the hell are you doing?" I demanded. "We're done with you!"
"Sam!" Amy gasped.
"Wha-" Sam immediately grabbed his chest and slowly sunk to the ground.
"Sammy!" I shouted and ran to his side. He was laying in the middle of the road, clutching his chest and gasping for breath. Amy had known this was going to happen. I added that to my mental list of reasons to stay away from the Doctor.
Amy, Rory, John and Sherlock surrounded me as we all tried to help Sam. I wanted to tell them to step back, but I didn't. If they had known it was going to happen, then they probably knew how to fix it.
"Guys, let's get him out of the road first," Rory suggested. With team effort we lifted him up and lied him on the grass, even with him squirming around in pain.
"John, do something! You're a doctor," I yelled once we'd set him down.
"Ah, yes. Yes. I don't know what's going on with him. It could be some kind of seizure," John said, having difficulties keeping Sam still enough to figure it out.
"John, we all know what it is!" The Doctor yelled.
"What?" I asked.
In that moment, Sam's movements became less trying-to-fight-the-pain and more jerky. If that made sense. Blood trickled out of his mouth and then it started to become a heavier flow. Soon his teeth were stained red and the blood bubbled at his lips. He was dying.
Rory, John, Amy, Sherlock and the Doctor all clutched their heads. It looked like they were having some major migraines. That's when I started panicking. But it must have stopped because they all snapped to their senses and started trying to help again.
"What was that?" I asked.
"We're changing the past… or in this case, present," The Doctor explained hurriedly.
Sam's face was now red and I could see the veins in his head as he began to bleed more.
"Doctor!" Amy cried, "What have we done?!"
"Dean, call John. Call John right now and tell him what's going on, but don't mention us," Sherlock said.
I hesitantly stepped away from Sam and dialed John's number.
"John," I gasped, "John, it's Sam. He just dropped and now he's bleeding out. I don't know what's going on," I said, not paying attention to John's response and hanging it up immediately.
Slowly, the blood flow slowed and Sam began to breathe properly again. His face went pale and then he sat up.
"Woah, take it easy there," The Doctor said.
"What was that?" He asked.
"The book," the Doctor started, "I thought that you were no longer connected to it, so we could destroy it. It was a stronger link than I thought. It made you think you weren't connected, then it would pop back up whenever you were near it again. Sherlock saved your life. That was brilliant by the way, Sherlock."
Sherlock simply nodded.
"We need to get you to a hospital," Amy said.
"No, we can't," John protested, "I need to look at him before they do. If we take him there now they'll do all sorts of tests to see what's wrong, but if it was just the book then there shouldn't be anything wrong and they'll wonder why."
"Sam, can you walk to the TARDIS? It's just down there," The Doctor said, pointing in the direction of the TARDIS.
"I can try," he said.
Amy and I helped Sam to his feet and he limped over to the TARDIS. I held onto his arm to steady him and Amy was right by his side in case he fell or needed help. Everyone else walked in front of us. We made it to the TARDIS without Sam falling over. But once inside, he'd had to sit down.
Back at Baker Street, Sam lied on the sofa while John and Rory examined him. Everyone here seemed to underestimate Rory, since he was the nurse and John was the doctor and the Doctor was well… the Doctor. He helped without complaint as John took charge and he was the one who discovered that the blood had come from a torn blood vessel in his throat. That one in particular was supposed to be a small source, but was swelling to a size where they could feel it through his skin.
We let Sam rest and then consulted the Doctor.
"We can't destroy the connection until the creator is destroyed. Sam may have headaches and he might sleepwalk to the TARDIS, where I'm hiding the journal. He'll have to be under surveillance at all times," The Doctor explained.
"Is that all you've got?" Amy asked.
"I'm trying, Pond, but I don't know if it's possible."
"The most important thing in life is to stop saying 'I wish' and start saying 'I will' consider nothing impossible and then treat the possibilities as probabilities."
-Charles Dickens