A Study In Blink (A Wholock Crossover)

Chapter eight

The phonebox continued to ring. The endless sound echoed off the kitchen walls intensifying by the second.

No one moved. No one made an effort to hide their confusion, not even I-will-always-have-a-right-answer-to-everything Sherlock. 

The phonebox continued to hum, and finally, finally, Sherlock went forward.

One step. Two steps.

Right hand reaching out for the box, index finger brushing against the blue door. And then, it was open. 

With a swiftness that matched his usual self, Sherlock picked up the phone and held it loosely to his ear. Silence fell once more. John itched from head to foot, anticipating the person at the other end of the phone.

"Hello?"

A voice. A muffled voice, but John could still distinguish it to be a woman, a young woman.

"Hello can you hear me? Please, if you're there answer me."

Sherlock turned his face a fraction of an inch towards John. 

"Yes, hello?" 

John heard a deep exhale. "Oh thank god someone's there," she then shouted a name, presumably to a person on the other side. "Lawrence? Come on, someone's picked up!" She then returned to talking to Sherlock.

"Listen, we haven't got much time. The Doctor is trapped. Again. And he needs you. Well, I don't know who you are for a start and I'm really sorry this was brought upon you. But bad things are about to happen, awful things and I've seen them first hand." The speaker took a sharp intake of breath then continued.

"The Doctor has been on his own for a while as far as I know. A good long time since I last saw him, and he's trapped. The Doctor is trapped. And that's bad news for us, because the Doctor's just almost always been there to help. But not this time. This time, we're on our own. We have to bring the Doctor back. We need him. For what is about to come."

Sherlock opened his mouth to say something but was cut off abruptly by the speaker. 

"I know-I know, you've got questions, but there's isn't enough time. They are coming for you. For all of us. Last time the angels invaded, the Doctor said it was for the phonebox right in front of you, and that's probably what he thinks will happen this time. But the angels aren't acting, well, normal. Lawrence just thinks I'm imagining things but I'm dead serious. There's something wrong. Something off with the angels. They should've already feasted upon the time energy in the phonebox but they haven't, like they're waiting for something more. Something colossal. And- there goes Lawrence."

The speaker stopped to talk with a man, more like arguing, John thought.

"Alright, listen carefully, your life depend on this: The angels are coming for you. The weeping angels, the statues with their hands covering their faces like they're weeping? They're not really statues, they're creatures from another world. I know this all sounds completely barkers but you have to believe me, your life, the lives of everyone is on the line. So remember this: Don't blink. Don't look around. Don't turn your back. The angels are fast, faster than you think and they are coming. I don't know why, but they are coming for you. They're quantum locked, whenever a living being looks upon them, they literally freeze into stone. And you can't kill a stone. Of course, a stone can't kill you either, but whenever you turn your back, whenever you blink, they can. Remember what I told you, it's in your hands now, don't blink whatever you do. Don't-"

"-Who are you? Why are you doing this?" Sherlock asked, not a hint of fear or hesitation in his voice. 

"Everything I'm telling you." the girl answered, "is true. Beware the weeping angels. Find the Doctor. Save humanity. Simple as that."

There was a pause as Sherlock's eyes glazed over, but it was only for a millionth of a second so John could almost kid himself into believing it had been a trick of the lighting.

"Who are you?" Sherlock said, pronouncing each syllable with deliberate force.

The girl sighed, "names doesn't mean anything now. Especially with the end of the world around the corner."

"You certainly sound cheery about the matter." 

This time, a forced laugh escaped the girl lips. "I once told my best friend, who was taken by the angels that sad is happy for deep people. Think upon what I've said, I'll call again in five  hours."

"Wait, you haven't told me the whole thing-"

But the buzzing sound had already filled the kitchen, silence hung stiffly in the air like solid concrete.

Author's Note:

So... Tada! Here's another chapter! I immensely enjoyed writing this chapter, and for those of you who don't know, the speaker was Sally Sparrow. She appeared in the episode 0311, Blink. Such a good episode, *sigh*. Oh well, stay tuned everyone! Thanks for reading this chapter!

Emma