Chapter 19: One Week Later
Amy came out of the TARDIS as quietly as she could. John had gone off the get some rest since he'd hardly gotten any the night before. Sherlock, Amy and I had been in the TARDIS working with the Doctor. When I peeked out to see that Dean had passed out in the chair at Sam's side, I seized the opportunity to check up on Sam. He was doing fine. There was hardly a trace that something had ever been wrong.
As for the journal, we knew that it was sending the information to another source. Unfortunately we still didn't know who exactly.
"Hey," She whispered, "How's he doing?"
"Better. He's going to be OK," I said.
"I meant the other one," she smiled.
"Both are doing just fine," I replied. She came forward and wrapped her arms around me. I was quite glad for the hug. I needed it.
"The Doctor needs us," she said.
"We should go."
We quietly went into the TARDIS. Sherlock was sitting on the floor, and the Doctor was by the console.
"I have new information!" The Doctor cried in joy.
"How?" I asked.
"As soon as I realized that the sonic was going to get us no further than we already were, I hooked the book up to the TARDIS and now we have all the information we need," he explained.
"Isn't that sort of dangerous? If it's sending the information to someone else, than that someone else could be getting TARDIS stuff," Amy said.
"I thought about that, but I found a way to connect them so that the book was going into the TARDIS and not the other way around," he told us.
"Get to the point. What have you learned?" Sherlock asked, standing up.
"It's sending the information back to Moriarty. Directly to his head. Every time something touches this, he will know. All we can do is keep it as far out of reach as possible and find out how Sam and Dean got it," the Doctor explained.
"Should we wake Sam now or later?" Sherlock asked.
"He needs to get as much rest as possible, just let him sleep until he wakes up," I said. Sherlock sighed and started wondering around the console.
"What are we going to do next?" Amy asked.
"I'm going to let you two go back home, or stay with Sherlock and John if you want. But I'm going to go alone and do some research of my own," The Doctor said.
Amy leaned in so that only the Doctor and I could hear her, "If you don't want to go with Sherlock and John I get it but we could simply ask and they'd be fine with it."
"It's not that, Amy. I want to do this on my own."
"Can you at least tell us where you're going?" I asked.
"I'm going to talk to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the author of the Sherlock Holmes books. Then I'll see Sydney Newman, the creator of the show Doctor Who from the 60s," He told us.
"And still make it home in time for tea," Amy added with a smile.
"Right you are, Pond. I promise I won't be long, it's my top priority to get finished with this and back to you as soon as possible," The Doctor said, "This will be over soon and we can go back to our adventures."
I heard the TARDIS door creak open and Dean stepped into the TARDIS.
"Sam and I will be leaving now. He just woke up and he's ready to go," Dean explained.
"No," I protested, "Let me see him."
I pushed past Dean, out of the TARDIS to see Sam slowly getting onto his feet. He was having much difficultly and it was clear that he was sore.
"Hello, Rory," he winced.
"Woah, there, Sam. You are not ready to go quite yet. You broke a blood vessel in your neck and you got yourself pretty beaten up when you had that thing," I explained.
"What was that thing again? Everything's a bit of a blur," he said.
"It was the journal. The Doctor tried to destroy it because he thought the connection was broken. Anyways, he tracked the signal and it was feeding all your information back to Moriarty," I explained.
"Oi, don't put all the blame on me!" The Doctor exclaimed.
"It was an accident. It wasn't entirely your fault," I said.
"Doctor, I know you're just trying to do your best. Don't worry about it," Sam admitted.
"Thank you, Sam," The Doctor replied.
"How much longer do I have to stay?" Sam asked.
"I'd keep you here for a day or two but I doubt I could convince your brother," I replied, feeling his neck for any sign of swelling. There was none.
"I-I think I want to go with Dean," Sam said. Dean nodded in agreement.
I sighed, "Just be careful, don't do anything dangerous," I told him.
"I'll do my best," he laughed, then stood up. "See ya."
"Sam and Dean, thank you. You are welcome to return anytime," The Doctor said.
"I don't think so," Dean said. He turned around and left the flat. Sam followed shortly behind him.
The mood for the rest of the day was dull. The Doctor stuck around for a while, most of the time he was in the TARDIS. I would join him sometimes but he didn't want to talk. Amy watched TV for most of the day, and John sat with her. But Sherlock was as happy as could be, sitting in the silence with his experiments. We really didn't know what to do when Sam and Dean left.
I was sitting in the TARDIS when the Doctor lifted his head and said, "I have to go now."
"Alright. I should get out then?" I replied.
"That would be nice," he said.
"Good luck," I said, and left the TARDIS. As soon as I was out the door, the TARDIS disappeared.
"Where's the Doctor off to?" John asked when I came in to see what they were watching.
"Who knows," I replied lazily, "Amy, I think he wants us to go home."
"What, why?" She asked.
"I don't know. He just told us to go home and get some rest," I explained.
"But that's, like, over a hundred miles from this place. What are we supposed to do, walk?"
"I don't know," I replied.
"Don't worry about it. You can stay here," John offered.
"That would be amazing John, thank you. We live all the way in Cardiff," Amy explained.
"Oh, well just stay. We really don't mind. We don't mind do we, Sherlock?" John called to Sherlock who was sitting in the kitchen. He replied with a grunt and continued on with his work.
"He agrees," John smiled. Amy laughed at that, and I smiled at her laughter.
"I'm off to the shop! We need more milk," I called as I stared into the fridge that was empty of food but full or random body parts.
"Sorry, Amy. Sherlock was supposed to get that!" John replied from the other room. "Are you sure you don't want me to do it?"
"It's fine, John. I have to go out anyways," I said.
I was getting quite used to all the weirdness around here. The Doctor had been gone for a week and we were just beginning to settle into our life with Sherlock and John. I now had Sherlock's sleep schedule memorized and was used to the wacky body parts he brought home from the morgue.
It was hard to do much work on the Moriarty case since we needed the Doctor to find out anything else of importance. So life went back to normal for a while. Or as normal as it could possibly get with Sherlock around.
I slung my purse over my shoulder and was about to head out when I heard a knock at the door. Sherlock sat up straight in his chair and John looked up from his paper.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"You've been living here for over a week now and how many people have ever knocked on our door?" Sherlock said.
"Sometimes I don't get visitors for days on end either," I responded.
"But it's that specific knock," Sherlock narrowed his eyes.
"Sometimes he thinks things but they don't come out of his mouth quite right," John explained. "It's just someone we don't really want to see at the moment."
Sherlock stood up and shouted, "Mrs. Hudson don't-"
But he was interrupted by the sound of the door opening and Mrs. Hudson saying, "Oh, do come in, Mr. Holmes."
"Oh, God no," John sighed.
"Who is it?" I asked, wondering if it might be Sherlock's dad since Mrs. Hudson called him "Mr. Holmes."
I heard footsteps come upstairs and soon enough a tall man with slicked back dark hair and a smug face. He almost looked like Sherlock, but not quite.
"What do you want?" Sherlock demanded.
"What do you think?" He asked, "What else could I possibly want from you?"
"We're not ready to give that information to you," John said, standing up.
"I am the British government and when I want something you will oblige," the man said ominously.
"Mycroft-"
Sherlock was cut off when Mycroft spotted me, "Ah, John, have you finally ended things with Mary? Moved on rather quickly haven't you."
"I'm not his girlfriend!" Sherlock and I said in unison. Except instead of "I'm" he spat, "She's"
He looked away from me as if I was never there, "What do you know about Moriarty?"
"First off, who are you?" I demanded. I wasn't just going to let this rat-faced man come in here and start bossing Sherlock and John around if I didn't even know who he was.
"Mycroft Holmes, brother of Sherlock. I work for the government," he said briefly. He then turned back away from me and was about to start talking to Sherlock again when I interrupted.
"I'm going to need more than that."
"Who are you?" He asked.
"Amelia Pond. I'm helping with this investigation and before you get told anything, I want to know as much about you as they do," I said, gesturing to Sherlock and John.
He looked confused and uncomfortable, "I'm afraid I can't-"
"Then I'm afraid you'll have to come back when you can."
He was speechless. He stood in an awkward silence as I stared up at him with my arms crossed.
"I'll come back later," he said finally and left the flat. Everything was silent until we heard the door slam behind him on his way out and were sure he was gone.
John let out a sigh or relief, "You're a life saver," he said and he hugged me.
"Uh, thanks. Why is he so bad? I mean, he seems kind of… odd, but not bad."
"He was the one who saved Sherlock, he could just as easily put him back where he's supposed to be, with a death penalty," John explained, "As long as we send a text apologizing to him then we should be safe from him for a couple days."
"What part of the government does he work for?"
"Mycroft is everything. He practically runs the British Government," Sherlock told me.
"Got it. Alright then. I'm off to the shop!" I said and skipped out of the flat.
"This just sort of happened."
-Sherlock, Sherlock