SuperWhoLock: When the Shadows Rage

Episode 14: Endgame part 1

For a moment, John was afriad that he'd imagined the voice, that he'd been hit harder than he thought and that he was hallucinating.

Then Rory spoke again. "How--how did you know...?"

"Amy. I've met your wife, Amy."

"Amy! How is she? Is she okay? Did..." Rory's voice trailed off, then he muttered, "No. No, this is exactly the sort of trick he'd play on me." He went silent.

"No. No, no, no, I'm not a trick or a figment of your imagination or anything like that! Rory, I'm real! I've been helping Amy try to find you." John bit his thumbnail, then said, "I'm John Watson. I work with Sherlock Holmes." He hated playing that card, but maybe it would help Rory trust him.

He heard a rustle of clothing, but no answer. "Rory? Rory, how long have you been here?"

Rory answered hesitantly. "I--I'm not sure. Five or six days, I think."

"Have they given you anything?"

"Food, water. And before you ask, no, I haven't really seen them. They keep it pretty dark even when they're in here. I think...now, this is going to sound a bit odd, but I think they can see in the dark."

Shifters. "No, that doesn't sound weird to me at all, Rory. I've met the Doctor, I know you and Amy and he've seen all sorts of strange things." John huffed a short laugh. "B-believe me, over the past few days I've seen some pretty strange things myself."

"Okay, so--what was that?"

John frowned and tipped his head to the side, listening. Then he heard what Rory had heard--a low groan. It sounded further away from him than Rory did.

"Dean?" he shouted. "D-Dean, is that you?"

"Jumped twice," Dean replied shortly, still sounding pained. "Twice in one damn job. Must be time to retire."

"Are you okay?"

"Besides the fact that my head feels like someone broke a beer bottle over it?"

John guessed Dean didn't have to imagine how that felt. Despite himself, he smiled a little. "Rory, may I introduce you to Dean Winchester. He's been helping Sherlock and me."

"Uh, hullo, I guess," Rory said.

"Rory? Wait, as in Rory Williams? Amy's missing husband?"

"Yeah, that's me."

Dean swore, and fencing rattled like he'd bumped into it. "Awesome."

"Well, you can call it that if you like," Mycroft's voice came from the shadows. "Though personally, in your shoes, I'd find it a little less than awesome."

"Mycroft!" John swung around to where he thought the voice was coming from.

"Mm, sort of. Close enough for now." Mycroft chuckled. "I do so like this one's mind. He's quite strong. Put up a good fight when I first entered. Nothing like that stupid, airheaded assistant of his."

"Althea? I wouldn't exactly call her airheaded, I mean she is Mycroft's assistant," John answered calmly.

"And I think Mycroft's reply to something like that would be 'anyone is airheaded next to me'. Did I guess it right?"

"Sounds more like Sherlock."

"Oh yes, Sherlock." The Shadow chuckled again. "I would so like to sample his mind and see how it compares. Ah, well. Perhaps there will be time for that after I've scured Sam Winchester."

"Hey, limey," Dean broke in, his voice tense. "Did you just come for a social chat, or do you actually have somehting to say?"

Footsteps. "I'm sure you have enough to say for the both of us, Dean."