A Study In Blink (A Wholock Crossover)

Chapter seventeen

The earth beneath Sherlock's feet felt, well, normal. Not at all what you would expect of an alien planet. The gravity was definitely close to Earth's, and the air was breathable, so whatever aliens kidnapped them needed approximately the same atmosphere to survive as they did.

The Doctor strode beside him; several armed guards with what seemed like laser beams marched behind them. They looked human enough, with their dark hair, and tan skin. One thing Sherlock couldn't fathom was the teleport on his arm.

"Doctor?" Sherlock asked.

The Doctor turned his head, his blue-green eyes as piercing as a razor. His bowtie was crooked.

"Where are we?"

The Doctor seemed to pounder this question, then, he stuck out his tongue.

"We're in another galaxy, on the far point of the universe. This is the planet of..." He stuck out his tongue again, "the Zyraphones. Devilish race, with magnificent minds, they could calculate the value of π using nothing but their brains."

The guard on the Doctor's right looked menacingly at the two and a growling sort of sound seemed to come from his throat. He looked just like the other guards, well-built, tan of skin, and definitely human like.

The Doctor casted one disdainful look behind him and continued, "I've been on this planet only once, even geniuses could make mistakes, I helped them correct their blunder before the whole planet blew up."

Just then, Madam Psyche came up to them, high heels clip-clopping, and walked between Sherlock and the Doctor.

"You seem very well informed Doctor," she said, and Sherlock could tell by the strain on her neck that she was tense, nervous. "Tell me, what else do you know of our employer?"

The Doctor stopped short, and all the other guards stopped with him. His features were cut tight, but it wasn't anger that shone in his eyes, it was more like disbelief. "Your employer?" He repeated, and took a step closer to Madam Psyche, "you have no idea what you are dealing with."

Madam Psyche was pokerfaced, but her eyebrows seemingly have gone a little bit higher. "What else do you know, Doctor? Tell me." Her every word was laced with venom, Sherlock could almost taste it.

The Doctor didn't seem to take her words as a threat, instead, he walked even closer until he was face to face with Madam Psyche. "The Zyraphones are a cunning race, their technology is far more superior than what you have managed to scavenge and steal, and if they have promised to share their technology or their land," with this, he threw the handcuffs at her feet, "they will not live up to their promises."

Madam Psyche didn't seem fazed at all by the handcuffs, "was that a threat, Doctor?"

"That was a warning, a friendly reminder if you will." He straightened his bowtie, and brushed his right hand through his hair.

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They were led through what seemed like a wasteland, up endless hills they climbed and a couple of times, had to dodge gigantic birdlike reptiles.

"Are those pterodactyls?" Sherlock asked, after another narrow call with them.

"Oh don't be daft," the Doctor said, waving a hand to dismiss the idea, "those are just local birds, or flying reptiles, or if it makes it easier to understand, yes, they are pterodactyls."

After approximately an hour of walking, Madam Psyche, who had taken the lead held up her left arm which could only mean one thing. They had arrived.

In front of them was a truly spectacular scene, silver and gold columns blossomed out of the ground and headed straight for the sky, mini spaceships patrolled around the singular structure that stood the tallest amongst all the others. Golden lights spiraled along the edges of the architecture, glistening brightly under the gaze on the three suns.

Madam Psyche turned around and faced Sherlock, she nodded at someone behind him, presumably a guard, and Sherlock felt hands on his wrists, the next second, the handcuffs came off. Sherlock looked at Madam Psyche, curious rather than actually afraid, she was pressing several buttons on her panel, and a faintish blue light glowed. She held up the panel to her mouth and spoke.

"We have procured them, sir, in one piece," she then stopped and listened to her earpiece, her expression showed that she enjoyed what she was hearing. "Yes, sir, with immediate action. My guards will-" She stopped, her eyes suddenly blazed with alarm, "but, sir, please, you still need us! We could offer valuable information on-" Her eyebrows creased and she closed her eyes, "yes, sir, thank you."

"Your employer doesn't seem to be very agreeable." The Doctor said.

Madam Psyche didn't reply, she looked stricken. Pressing a few more buttons on her panel, a slight look of smugness returned to her face as she smiled at the Doctor and Sherlock.

Then suddenly, a golden light surrounded the pair of them, and a disembodied feeling of being lifted off the ground engulfed Sherlock. He was being transported away, the Doctor alongside him.

They fell, much like the first time Sherlock had teleported, on their backs.

"Where are we?" Sherlock asked, massaging his back.

"Some kind of temporary prison," the Doctor said, jumping to his feet, feeling around the floor and walls, "it's definitely Zyraphone technology."

"What-the teleport?"

"No, the floor. Of course the teleport."

For the second time in Sherlock's life, he felt like he was a complete idiot, which was quite a thing to say.

"So," he began, "tell me the long story, your time machine, the angels, and this Zyraphone."

The Doctor was still busying about, but at Sherlock's words, he seemed to lose his vigor. Sadness again crept into his eyes and he seemed on the edge of tears.

"Okay then Sherlock Holmes," he said, "I'll tell you the long story."

Author's Notes:

Hey guys! Thanks for reading, as always, you guys are awesome! I won't be able to update next Sunday due to end of term exams, but I will update as soon as they are over. Also, let me know in the comments if you would like the Zyraphones to be humanoid or if you want me to design another species! Anyways I think the name sounds unhumanlike so I'll probably design it anyways.