Hey! WHERE DOES THE FREAKING TIME GO?! It's been way more than a week. Oh gosh I'm so sorry. Sorry, everything got wibbly wobbly timey whimey this week. As you may have noticed, Baby Alec Tales has the label "Complete" on it. That's just because, for the time being, I have no ideas for it and I don't plan on writing anything more until I get some inspiration. So, please, please, please! Give me ideas. No matter how silly, bad, or crazy they are I need them! Or more stories will go under the "Complete" label that are, well, not complete. So, with that in mind, I hope you're having an awesome day. Thanks and Enjoy.
I stared at the boy, not moving with my mouth slightly open. He smirked at me. I hoped I didn't have a look of shock or fear on my face, because all I felt was hollowness. It felt like he could see everything about me, but he wasn't looking. I don't know why, but this kid seemed weird to me. Weirder than anything I'd ever seen before, which is saying something for me.
"What do you mean? What does one of us have that you need?" The Doctor asked.
He took a step forward, standing next to me, and put his hands in the pocket of his trench coat. He rocked back and forth on his toes and looked like he was trying to see right through the boy. He would frown, then try to hide it, and finally he settled on leaning against a tree nearby.
"I have a better question. Who the hell are you? Or what are you would probably be a better question. What kind of sick creature am I standing face-to-face with this time?" I asked.
Without a sound or slight movement the boy was gone. The last thing we saw of him was a wide smirk. I growled under my teeth and muttered several curses under my breath.
"Couldn't you tell?" echoed a deep voice behind me.
The Doctor and I turned to face Sherlock while Henry, who was standing closest to him, jumped a bit. Sam, Donna, and John were still staring in disbelief at where the boy disappeared for several seconds before looking back at Sherlock.
Sam spoke first, "Tell what? What the hell did any of that nonsense mean to you?"
Sherlock just smirked and looked like he knew something nobody else did. John rolled his eyes and elbowed his friend in the gut. Donna glowered at Sherlock while the Doctor's eyes lit up with realization. Sam looked dumbfounded at the two, and I could tell that my mouth was gaping. At the same time Henry just huffed and sat on a log next to him.
Sherlock continued, "It's obvious to me that this is all just a massive-"
"-hallucination. That's what they all think," Henry finished for Sherlock.
Henry had barely spoken a word since we got here, and now he looked sad and let down. Sam crouched in front of Henry, almost perfectly eye level with him.
"I know this is real. We don't hunt just regular dangerous creatures. We hunt demons and monsters you always thought were under your bed. My brother and I know this is real. We'll get you back to your parents and you'll be fine," Same spoke quietly to him.
Henry smiled a bit at Sam and nodded as Sam stood back up, much taller than the rest of us, and began walking foreword. Henry staying close to Sam, Donna making sure she was close to the Doctor, John standing very close to Sherlock, who blushed very slightly, and I brought up the back.
"And quite frankly I was going to say a dream, but yes, same concept," Sherlock muttered to John as they seemed to be in heated discussion.
For once I wished I was the first to go deeper into the dark forest, and it was Sam going last, but I didn't complain. I tried to stay close to the group, though, and not fall back too far. Even the plants in this dark jungle seemed to smirk at me. I looked around, wondering if it'd ever be light here. I knew it had to be. How else would these plants be growing? It would get light soon.
I hoped.