His Return and Her Fall ((Parent!Lock))

Interlude - The Ashwards

"Haven't you ever seen something so beautiful before?" Lela asks as Haley drools over a cap, similar to the one Sherlock was known for. "Can't you just use the one from your dad?"

"Sometimes Daddy doesn't let me have his things, and that's fine. Plus, I want a different one. One with wool on the inside."

"You're allergic," Dalton points out, putting up the collar on his lumber-jack jacket, as Lela had named it. "You'll break out and your dads will find out."

"Sue me," she bites, looking back to the window shoppe hat and grinning. Lela sighs, pulling on her luscious curls in the nice spring day. It was never like this, so many people were out.

"Come on, Haley. Anyone could snatch pictures of you and we all know how your dads get with that," she insists, just wanting to go home to her love and her supposed daughter. Dalton just wanted to catch the next train to school, but Haley was stuck in her place, rummaging her pockets for her coins and bills.

"Spare a pence?" she asks Lela, the shorter girl rolling her eyes and dropping coins into her hand. "Thanks," Haley says quickly, pecking her cheek before running into the shoppe and leaving the two on the street.

"So what has he said to you recently?" Ron asks, looking a the foolish jacket.

"I don't get more information, The Doctor goes down," she sighs, leaning against a lamppost and looking to her flats. She hated them, but it was what Moriarty told her to wear. To seem inconspicuous. "And Rory gets it."

"It as in another death The Doctor can just fix?"

"Not as easily as a resurrection spell, wizard," she mocks, pretending to wave a wand around. He sticks his tongue out at her, jumping as Haley runs out, squealing and putting it onto her head, pushing her curls back behind her shoulders.

"How do you like it?" she asks, fluffing her hair in front a bit, as well as her bangs. The two laughs, Dalton snorting a laugh and taking it off of her head.

"You know it's bad when the boy of the group is scowling at a cap," he says walking back into the shoppe to exchange the cap for her. He comes back out with a slimmer one, more for her face type, and sets it onto her head gently, slowly.

He leans in, about to kiss her before she pushes him away, gagging.

"That's disgusting, Dalton," she scolds, Lela smacking his arm in that over-known sibling way. Dalton only laughs, shaking his head.

"Hey, Imma head home for the night. Mum's making me help with tea. Not feelin so well," he explains, turning on his heel and running away, quicker than usual. Haley watches him go, then looks to Lela.

"Why aren' you headin' off, too?" she asks, confused, examining.

"Walk you home?" she asks slowly, shrugging. Haley knew she was the lesbian friend of the small crew they had, as does all around her area. There weren't many crews, so that was kind of self-explanatory in itself. She was the only lesbian Haley knew, so it was a little off she was being so outward like this.

Haley would only kiss her cheek to make her feel better about not really finding anyone around her, for no one really liked Lela, nor Dalton. So, Haley agrees and holds her hand out. "Let's go to my place then."

She watches as her face lights up and they walk, having to break mid-way as Lela gets a call and has to run home, leaving Haley to walk the rest of the mile herself.

Really, home was just Moriarty's little flat at the edge of Scotland Yard's perimeter. In the flat, there was only a sofa and a small safe, nothing more, nothing less. The drapes were plain white and it smelled like a new car when the sun was high, and like mold when it was low.

Ron was there, or had been, when Amy ran in, seeing Rory and Doctor sitting on the sofa, contempt and quiet. "What are you doing here?" she asks, seeing Moriarty walk in from the bathroom, drying of his hands.

"They're here to make sure that you, Amelia Pond slash Alleluia Ashward the second will not run off or disobey..."

"Don't hurt them," she shouts, running to them and being stopped by the look upon the raggedy man's face. He already had. She could see the sparkles in his eyes now dead and Rory's face red in places they weren't usually red.

"Have a nice day," Moriarty says with a smile, pulling her long, red hair free of it's tight bun and walking out. She falls to her knees and cries, Rory jumping to her and holding her tightly. Gas fills the room, sending them all into a coughing fit before everything goes black, Haley just now getting home and into the loving warmth of her father's arms.