Lost In Time (WhoLock, On Hold)

Fourteen

A Cyberman walked into the room. "No, no, no! Not yet! Didn't I tell you to wait until I told you to? These two are not ready yet!" The Rani said and placed a hand on the thing's chest. "I'm to interogate them first, then we'll see what we should do." She said and shooed the thing out. John and Sherlock knitted their eyebrows. She sighed and returned to her chair. "They never learn." She said and laughed. John felt like he was about to gag. "What do you want then?" Sherlock said, almost sounding like he was bored. "I want to see if you are as smart as people claim. I want to see who's the smartest, you or the Doctor."

"The Doctor? How do you know him?" John asked and was answered by Sherlock. "You knew each other back home. Very close friends I believe. But you ended up disagreeing over simple things, and you have hardly heard from each other since." The Rani held up a finger toward him and a smug smile. "Very good." She said and offered a smile. "We were very close friends back home, and I still see us like that. Of course, the Master and him always chose each others' side and left me behind like a stray cat." She said and pretended to look sad. She was easier to read than most people. Almost too easy.

"What are you hiding?" Sherlock suddenly snapped, catching both John and the Rani off guard. "I'm not hiding anything. I'm pretty sure you have read me like an open book. Just the way you do your other clients."

"And I'm pretty sure my clients don't kidnapp me and my blogger to work on a case." Sherlock answered, scrunching his nose like he was about to sneeze. If John had seen him, he would've known he was working on an escapeplan. The Rani sighed. "You're right. I have captured the Doctor before, but it have never really worked out the way I planned it. Now I captured him in his TARDIS to get him off Earth, but apparently he still had a companion willing to do anything to save him." She said and began to pace the room.

"So I let him go." she said and stopped, her back facing the door. "You just let him go? Why?" John questioned, knitting his brows. "Because of my brilliant plan! I'm sure he's at least tried to understand it." The Rani said and jumped up and clapped her hands. "He and that new friend of his."

"What new friend?" Sherlock asked. He tried to deduce her, but all he got was a blank face. Something he'd only gotten with Irene Adler. He frowned. "Oh, that little youngster with the red hair." was all she said. "Red hair. There are too many people with red hair for anyone to be able to say who you mean." said Sherlock. "Name's Jimmie. That's all I know!" She said and strutted between the conformations. "Jimmie? That doesn't help at all." John said and leaned his head back, hitting the back of the conformation. "Why should it? He and the Doctor have experienced my little trick. And they probably already know what it is."

"And since we haven't experienced your little trick, why don't you just tell us?" John said. He was tired of the smiling lady, and to make things worse, there was a loud buzzing in his ear. "That would ruin all the fun!" she exclaimed and John sighed heavily. In a theaterwhisper to Sherlock, she whispered, loud enough for John to hear; "I thought your blogger was more fun than this.", to which John rolled his eyes. The corners of Sherlock's mouth twitched slighlty upward.

John tried to look over to Sherlock, but all he saw was a mass of black hair, and the sound of numb, angry bees in his ears. But, he thought, it didn't sound like numb, angry bees at all. Numb, but maybe not bees. He looked around, his forehead wrinkled in thought. He was about to say something when the door suddenly flew open and a woman ran inside.

The smile, which had been plastered to her face, faded when she saw what was inside the room. The buzzing sound was heard behind her, out in the corridor, much louder than John had heard it before. And he was pretty sure than Sherlock had heard it too. "How many rooms can there be!?" The woman exclaimed and looked at the three people in the room.

Confused, bad at realtionships, alcoholic, drugaddict between the ages of fifteen to twenty, live alone, doglover, adopted, married once.

Those were some of the things Sherlock deduced about the woman in the doorway. The Rani's smile faltered a bit and her eyelids fell halfway. "Well, that ruined some of the fun." She muttered and looked at the woman. The woman's mouth fell open and she watched them with wide eyes. They stood like that for a while, and didn't move until the woman backed towards the door behind her. Suddenly she was seized by her upper arms and held in place by a Cyberman. Sherlock nor John where sure if it was the same one as before or if it was a completely different one.

The sudden appearence of the Cyberman caught everyone off guard, except for the Rani. But from the little he could see of her, Sherlock was sure he saw a sign of surprise somewhere underneath the growling and smiling mask. More Cybermen marched inside the small room, each carrying an edge of a comformation, very alike the one John and Sherlock were strapped to.

"No!" The woman whispered when she saw it, and she started to wiggle in the grasp of the Cyberman. It only resulted in it holding tighter and another one sending an electric shock through her body. John jerked away from it and watched as the woman's head lolled against her chest. As the Cybermen strapped her in the comformation, Sherlock spoke up;

"What is it that you're doing to them?"

"To who?" The Rani questioned.

"Your victims." He responded.

"Victims." The Rani said and snorted through her nose. At the same time, the brazilian woman spoke in her unconciousness. Two heads snapped in her direction, while Sherlock only stared at the Rani.

"Yes. Your victims. What does it affect? The brain? Vital organs?" He babbled while the woman kept mumbling names. The Rani didn't look very eager to speak, and Sherlock's eyes widened in realization.

"It doesn't affect the brain itself. And you don't want to kill them so it would be a very bad idea to hurt the organs. It only affect the subconcious.

Of what I have learned about you, you like to experiment. And you feel a strong dislike towards an old friend. You both seems to have been interested in the same things. This isn't a try to 'take over the world'." Sherlock did small quotation marks with his fingers.

"This is a try to gain back your friend."