December 20:th - The Three... I've Got Nothing.
It was early morning, so early that Doctor Strange was still asleep in his big bed in the New York Sanctum, when the Cloak left its place, draped protectively over its human, above the duvet, and floated downstairs to identify the maker of the slight, familiar sound it had picked up. Or if it was magic it had sensed. It was hard to know what cloaks were thinking.
Just as the loyal cloak had expected, the TARDIS was blinking away in the hallway, seemingly having come on some errand. The Cloak entered through the open door, and let the TARDIS take them both to a Council of War. At 221B Baker Street - because now, Mrs Hudson had most decidedly had enough.
The TARDIS and the Cloak were by no means the first to enter the cozy little kitchen of Mrs Hudson. She herself sat at the kitchen table, The Doctor facing her. Sherlock was raiding the fridge, while the carpet lay on the floor, not long from where the TARDIS landed.
"That is everyone" The Doctor stated as the Cloak floated out of the TARDIS and over to inspect Mrs Hudson and Sherlock - someone who was most decidedly not its mortal, but still looked very much like him. It sensed no magicial connection, however, just two mortals who happened to look the same. He was obviously good to its friend the carpet though, so the cloak could only approve.
The carpet and the cloak swooshed around the TARDIS in a game of catch, while the humans talked. "John does need someone a bit more... intelligent" Sherlock said slowly, nibbling on one of Mrs Hudson's homebaked Christmas cookies. "He baked those, you know" The Doctor added, pointing to said cookie "you might like him".
"God knows they need someone who can cook" Mrs Hudson tutted, gaving Sherlock a look which was supposed to be reprimanding, but merely came out fond. He looked just as fondly back, the image of an affectionate favourite son, nevermind that he was trying to look bored.
"What we need to decide is how to get them somewhere together" Mrs Hudson decided, discretely directing Sherlock towards the rest of the cookies "they are both so stubborn! And that man you have" she addressed the cloak "doesn't even stay where you put him!" The Cloak had stopped its game at that point and made a shrugging motion before draping itself accross one of Mrs Hudson's shoulders in apparent comfort.
"Well, I could bring John to this Strange person" Sherlock suggested. "I could do the same with Strange, I suppose. I could introduce them" Doctor Who offered. "Could you help with getting Strange in the right place?" He asked the Cloak. Its collar bobbed up and down a little from where it rested against Mrs Hudson's cheek. She was aleady petting it affectionately, and within minutes the carpet had draped itself across her lap, as well.
They talked about plausible ideas for over an hour, and Mrs Hudson rose - to the great dislike of her fabric companions - twice to put the kettle on, before they had a plan: and more importantly, a lot of backup plans. They would need them.
With that, Sherlock and the Carpet returned to go lie on the couch for a couple of hours, and The Doctor Stepped into the TARDIS, taking the Cloak - which drooped sadly at Mrs Hudson until she promised they would meet soon again - with them to bring it back home on their way.
Something about this chapter, or perhaps this story in general, brings the frase "We are all mad here" to mind...
A small note about capital letters and the Cloak and Carpet. You might have noticed I am capitalising it sometimes, but not always. It is as close as they come to names, and when using it in the capasity of names, I capitalise. But sometimes I am using it more generally, as I would "doctor", or "detective": as I would a title or a pronoun, with other words. Then I do not capitalise it. I hope this makes sense! And if anyone has any better ideas, do tell! (It is a bit tricky this! Same as the title Doctor and the word doctor.)
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