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

Chapter Twelve - Ragedy Wizard Time Travlers

"Too many gingers and I'm not even one of them!" Doctor complains aloud, Amy shushing him sharply. He had been going on about this for days now, including while serving everyone at the ball. They were all dressed like penguins and maids with fancy outfits that Moriarty had asked for by hand be made. Perfect, they were, but oh so uncomfortable. The suits were riding p on Rory and Fred, George and Ron trying their best to try and keep their hands from their bums while Doctor was hands-on wedgie fishing, well, where people couldn't see him.

Poor little Ginny and Amy were frustrated enough with the cleave that they were showing and were trying to cover it with the trays strapped to their hands, like mini metal shields covered with little cakes and sausages with caviar bowls at the side.

"Can't we just break out? We have weapons," Ginny offers as she pulls up the top of her dress, self consciously pulling down the bottom, counteracting her hopes of better covering herself. Amy only rolled her eyes, used to the lesser of clothing. She was a kissogram for the longest time, after all.

"No weapons, dishes aren't weapons," Doctor considers quickly, angrily. The young girl looked around to the others who only snickered, nodding in agreement.

"I think she meant the wands and sonic screwdriver," Rory says, making Amy smile. Fred and George were trying oh so hard not to laugh out loud, covering their mouths to quiet themselves. They were standing by the bar, waiting further instructions from Sebastian Moran or even James Moriarty.

"What good will a sonic screwdriver do? What's he gonna do with it?" Fred asks, a chip in his voice, "Build a cabinet at them?"

"Oh hush," Amy says, pulling back her hair that had fallen in front of her face. Her hair, as well as Ginny's was pulled back into a mussy bun, the boys all with their own hair slicked back like an old 50's movie. "He would know what he'd be doing."

"Don't defend him! He got you and us into this mess!" Rory snaps, Amy just glaring at her husband.

"You really want to have this conversation again?" she asks, walking towards him from Fred's side, standing before him. Rory only rolls his eyes, Doctor pulling Amy back to her spot and standing on the other side of Fred. Then was when Arthur finally joined them, his face red with blood, not with tears. His eyes wide and his body shaking, the others look to Doctor, Amy, and Rory hopefully.

"What happened to you?!" Ron asks, Arthur simply standing there, appalled. "You look like you've just killed someone!"

"Someone was killed in front of me," he says quietly, voice in quivering. Everyone one of them winced in disgust as he brought his white silk glove to his gruff chin, wiping the blood off as best he could without staining the cloth too badly. Moriarty would be mad.

"Well," Ginny starts, "we can't get too down about this all. Sure we should be at school, possibly graduating, helping the others, but..." She stops, realizing where she was leading. She was only telling the truth, getting everyone more down than anything, and people were noticing the group of gingers starting at the bar with two brown-haired, lanky men with no place. In fact, one man was checking the light switch with the sonic, looking behind him nervously.

"What's he doing?" George asks, nearly in sync with a nod of question from Fred. Amy only smiles, Rory shaking his head and looking to the wonderfully overdone ceiling paintings and carvings. 

"Just wait, he has got himself a plan," Amy swoons, Rory laughing at a huffed pace. "Ron, Ginny, Arthur, Fred, George, Rory... We're getting out of here." Instantly, once she was done with her sentence, the lights flickered off and the crowd of rich snobs suddenly gasped in surprise of the sudden darkness. Moriarty was just fuming in his place upon a near throne like seat, looking down to his people.

"RUN!" Doctor shouts, grabbing Amy's wrist and leading the long line of red heads through the dark crowd. Using their dishes and platters as shields, the boys, including little miss Ginny, burrow their way through the crowd like a massive snake through the grass. People jump out other way, security guards aimed at them. 

"Doctor," Amy shrieks, seeing the red dots line across them as they start to slow down. The dots line everyone, Moriarty standing and the flood lights hidden in the statues of the beautiful dome bringing the long lost darkness to a haunt, including the team. 

"Seems like you have nowhere else to run," he says over the distraught screaming of the others. His hands were strewn into the air like he was appraising someone, something, most likely himself. The smile upon his face was enough to show his gratefulness with his findings. "Are you really wanting to risk the lives of all these people to escape, Doctor, Ponds, Weasleys?"

Rory was the first to act, unbuckling his plate and raising it into the air. Then, using his Roman knowledge, throws the disk like a Frisbee at the man above them all. It doesn't miss even by a centimeter, hitting the man hard in his temple of raging thoughts. The crowd enrages in screams again as James Moriarty-Moran falls to the floor, blood seeping from the wound cracking to his skull. Amy just looked to her husband, appalled. Why didn't he do that before?

The firing of the guns sound, shrieking and gasping going round. Everyone was shot, one by one, down to the floor they went and with no final farewell. Their shields went up in preparation, hunching down and protecting themselves from the shootings of the snipers just above them. Metal clangs, blood splatters, but no one is harmed. The man stands. 

The blood was trickling down his forehead, his head in a buzz, but he was still desperate for the ginger blood to be on his hands. The everlasting, creepy, dead smile slithered it's way upon his face as he took a staggered step towards them. Down the stage steps he went, making his way past the dead bodies and to the little huddle of gingers and the two out of their place. 

Leaning down, Moriarty smiles. "I guess so," he seethes with wink. Doctor stands, his hands trembling and a scowl painted to his long face. "Seems like you've lost, Doctor."

Rory stands next, then Amy. As if there were chains, they all stood, one after another, to face him. Moriarty simply put up a hand and snapped, little whizzing sounds filling the empty air. Ginny falls. Ron falls. Fred and George fall. Arthur falls. Amy falls. Rory steps froward and Doctor falls to his knees, reaching for Amy as she bleeds out next to Rory's feet. 

 It felt like forever but was only milliseconds before Doctor started to regenerate, his final form showing as an old man. The tears were running down his face, his blue eyes dead in themselves as the life swarmed him. Sadly, the life didn't spread to the others. Large footsteps were heard and someone lifted the old man off fo the floor, hauling him away. Rory sighs, feeling his face redden with defeat, he watches Moriarty pull something from his pocket.

"Plastic man," the man hisses, "You may burn." Suddenly, the match is scratched and tossed to Rory, setting him aflame. A scream erects as Moriarty quickly and slyly makes his way out of the dead body crowd, smiling about the flames spreading behind him. Who knew rich people were so flammable.