This is the last chapter before the beginning of part 2. I'm not going to be updating for two weeks after this so enjoy your mini hiatus!

Chapter 21: Revelations

I was beginning to feel a fear of my own when Sherlock's flashlight finally died. I didn't know where Moriarty had brought us. I had no idea if we were still in London, I didn't even know if we were still on Earth.

I pulled my sonic out of my pocket and lit it up. It flickered for a moment, but after that it was perfectly fine. It was hardly enough light to go on, but it would be enough to keep us safe for now.

"Dean," Sam whispered.

"Is everyone here?" I interrupted.

"I am," Sherlock confirmed, shortly followed by the affirmations of everyone else. Everyone except Sam.

"Sam?" I asked. "Sam?"

"Sammy," Dean's voice began to pick up in fear.

"Shhh, everybody stay calm," I said, trying to stay relaxed and soniced around where I thought everyone's faces would be. Sherlock: check. Rory: still here. John: yes. Dean: looking terrified. Castiel: doing fine. Still everyone except Sam.

"OK now we can start panicking. It seems we've lost a member," I said.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Dean said, "Sam! Sam!"

"Oh my God, how did this happen?" John muttered to himself.

Without warning, everyone's flashlights snapped back to life. Without a single flicker. Including the one laying on the ground where Sam had been standing.

Dean slowly sunk down to the ground where it was laying. He picked it up with a shaking hand.

"We have to get out of here, now!" I said, suddenly realizing the seriousness of our situation. I started to move back in the direction of the TARDIS when the flashlights started flickering again.

"Dean!" Sam's voice screamed.

"Sammy!" Dean screamed back. I could easily tell that that was not Sam's real voice.

"Dean, it's not actually-"

I was cut off by another one of Sam's screams, "Dean! Cas!"

Now even Castiel, who had been the most emotionless of the group was beginning to panic.

Sam's screams continued even as the lights blacked out again. I knew that someone was going to disappear. This is why Moriarty dragged us here. To pick away at us while I was helpless to stop him. It infuriated and terrified me at the same time.

"Sherlock!" John called.

For the first time in ever, I heard Sherlock's voice shake in fear, "John!"

The lights came back to life and sure enough, John was gone. Both of their screams now echoed through the room. My ears were ringing and I couldn't think straight.

"Everyone, back to the TARDIS!" I yelled.

"We have to save John!" Sherlock spat.

"When we get back to the TARDIS we can think of a plan, come on please!" I argued.

"I'm here, Doctor," Rory said, standing by my side. He was shaking uncontrollably.

"I agree with the Doctor," Castiel said so quietly that I wouldn't have heard it if I hadn't been straining to.

"Please!" I begged, "We'll be safe there!"

Then something occurred to me. When the flashlights died the first time, the first one to go had been Sam's, then John's and next was Rory's. I couldn't let that happen.

I reached for Rory but he was no longer there.

"Rory?" I called.

"I'm here Doctor," he responded.

"Where?" I demanded.

"Right here," he said calmly. That's when I knew that he was already gone.

"Everybody, quiet!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. It worked and Dean and Sherlock went quiet. Soon after, the cries of John and Sam did too. "Focus your flashlights on me. Good. Now, we are going to lose more people if we panic like this. This is exactly what Moriarty wants from us."

"What do we do?" Sherlock's voice shook in fear.

"We need to find the TARDIS," I replied.

"Where is the TARDIS?" Dean asked.

"Doctor," Rory's voice said softly. "Doctor."

"Listen! Listen to his voice. It's not really him. Can you hear it. It wasn't really Sam or John either," I explained.

"Doctor. Doctor!" He kept calling. I had to convince myself that it wasn't really Rory. His voice was emotionless. It wasn't real. I had to take a few steps away from where I though the source was.

"Let's go," I said and turned back to where I thought the TARDIS would be. Who was next? It was either Castiel or Dean. "Dean and Castiel I want you to be close to me at all times."

"Why?"

"One of you two is next."

"How do you know that?" Castiel asked.

"First, Sam's flashlight died then John's then Rory's and that's the order they were taken in," I explained in frustration.

"I am next," Castiel admitted. I grabbed his wrist.

"You are staying with me at all times," I said and dragged him off the way we came. Sherlock and Dean following me.

Rory, Sam and John's screamed picked up again the further away we got from the spot they disappeared. I could tell that we were all trying hard not to notice, to just walk away. But it was so much harder than that.

My legs were telling me to turn around, my hearts were telling my to save Rory but my head was telling me to do what's right and save the people I had with me.

The flashlights started to flicker and die again.

"Everyone, get in a group. I want to know that everyone is here," I let go of Castiel's wrist for a split second only to find that when I reached back for it, he was gone.

"No," I whispered. "No!"

"Cas?" Dean asked.

"Get over here," I reached out and grabbed Dean by the sleeve and what felt like Sherlock's shirt collar. I pulled them in close to me so that we were huddled into a small group.

"Is Cas gone?" Dean asked in a heartbroken tone.

I suddenly remembered that this was the Castiel that had recently confessed to Dean and realized what he must have been feeling, "I'm sorry."

The screams grew louder and I didn't know what to do. Moriarty must have put us in one of his scenarios, which meant he could move the TARDIS with a snap of his fingers so there was no chance that it was going to be where I left it. At least I knew that everyone was safe, they had to be. Moriarty wouldn't go that far.

I was clutching onto Sherlock and Dean for my life as I hoped for a brilliant plan. The flashlights that were now on the ground began to slowly fade, along with the screams. As the flashlights dimmed so did the sound of our friends. I knew that Dean was next and I held onto him, knowing that if I let go for just a second he would be gone.

But my efforts did nothing and Dean disappeared from my grasp. Gone, just like that. And in that moment, the screams started up again, this time including Dean's. I fought so hard to tell myself that these weren't their real voices. Leviathans could impersonate voices.

That's when realization hit me. I had my Time Lord. This is what Moriarty wanted me to figure out. There were only two Time Lords left, and now there were only the two of us left. He was trying to recreate the Time War, and he got it dead on.

"Sherlock!" I called.

"Doctor!" He replied. I had never let go of his shirt, so I pulled him towards me and put his head up to mine so that he could hear me through the screams.

"Sherlock, there's something I haven't told you. Something I didn't realize until now," I started.

"Get on with it!"

"You're a Time Lord! We're the last of the Time Lords!" I yelled.

He looked up at me in disbelief, "No."

"Yes! Remember how everything seemed familiar? How you knew what my sonic screwdriver was before I even explained it? How the sound of the TARDIS is so relaxing to you?"

"It's not possible!"

"But it is! When I first met him, Moriarty gave me two words. Those two words were consulting detective. I hadn't figured it out until just this morning when I was speaking to Arthur Conan Doyle – the author of your books – he said it too. You and John are both consulting detectives. Now that Moriarty has us both here I know which one of you it is. It's you, Sherlock!"

"There must be some sort of mistake!"

I pulled the fob watch out of my pocket. The one with old Gallifreyan writing that I'd found in 221B, "This is yours. It holds your Time Lord memories. You need to open it before Moriarty gets his hands on it."

"No!" He cried and pushed it away.

"Please, Sherlock, try to remember. It's the only way to save John! To save Amy, Rory, Sam, Dean and Castiel."

I could feel Sherlock focusing in front of me. He was trying to remember his Time Lord past.

"Good! Sherlock, just think of everything you've seen with me!"

As Sherlock was focusing, a light shone from above and blinded me for a moment. When my eyes had adjusted, I looked around the now well lit room. Moriarty was standing a ways in front of us with the TARDIS behind him and a line of Leviathans by his side. But the most horrifying part was the bodies laying in front of him. Amy, Rory, Dean, Castiel, Sam, and John lying there dead. So very dead.

"I remember."

"Just because it burns doesn't mean you're gunna die. You've gotta get up and try."

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