When Ships Collide *Under major editing!*

Subconscious

Phil

Waking up, Phil kept his eyes closed, focusing on the sounds around him.

He heard hushed whispers, but couldn't quite make out what the words were. Then he heard footstpes, and a british voice said, "I can tell you are awake. You might as well get up and ask your questions."

Phil opened his eyes, and in front of him was a man in a black trench coat.

He slowly sat up, realising he was wondering on the floor, and looked around. He was is some kind of room, round with odd technology on a circular panel in the middle.

"My name is Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes." said the man in the black coat.

"Who are you people?!" Phil said, noticing two others. "What am I doing here?!"

"I already told you. My name is Sherlock, that is Castiel, and that is The Doctor," Sherlock replied, pointing to each of them.

"Doctor who? And why am I here?" Phil said frantically, looking for an escape.

"Don't bother trying to escape Mr. Lester, you will only succeed in throwing yourself out into oblivion." said Sherlock impatiently.

Phil backed up, afraid to stay close to the odd man. "I-I have to go. I need to go."

"No, Mr. Lester, you need to stay here. If you leave, you will most likely die."

"I need to leave! I need to get back to my friend! He's probably worried!"

              "Actually, he's probably fallen into an endless abyss of self-questioning."

              "What? You don't know anything about Dan! You don't know anything about me!"

               "You, Mr. Lester are hyper and positive, and good with people because of your upbringing. This makes you a good Youtuber, and helps you to comically put your life on display for the whole world. Also, you are in love with your bestfriend, even though you aren't consciously aware of the fact." Sherlock said.

"What are you talking about? I don't love Dan!" Phil said quickly.

"Yes you do. Its evident when you watch those unsavory videos, and when you repeatedly say his name in your sleep."

"Say his name in my . . . What are you talking about?" Phil seemed flustered as he pondered the topic.

"While you were asleep you kept saying 'Dan, Dan where are you? Dan please!' It was quite amusing."

"That doesn't mean anything, he's  my best friend. I don't love Dan Howell."

The whole time Phil and Sherlock were arguing, Castiel and the Doctor watched, amused.

"Who do you think will win?" The Doctor said, looking at Castiel.

"Win what?" Castiel replied, slightly confused about the situation.

"Why the argument of course! Does he love him or not?"

"How is that relevant to the mission?"

"Mission?! This is people! Real life! A young man realising his love for another! This is completely relevant!"

"I am not sure that is true, but I could read his mind to tell you what he is thinking."

"No, no, if he is in love he needs to find out for himself! Let him discover his own future."

Castiel and The Doctor kept talking, and Sherlock and Phil wrapped-up their conversation.

"So what you are telling me is that subconsciously, I love Dan. I love him, and now that you have pointed it out, the feeling will become conscious?" Phil said.

             "Yes. That is exactly what I am saying," Sherlock said matter-of-factly.

"But . . . how - Why am I even talking to you abot this? Why am I talking to you about anything?! I don't know you, and you still haven't told me why I'm here!"

"I can help you with that,"  The Doctor said, walking over. "You are here because you ended up somewhere you weren't supposed to be. Someone did something, and it caused a chain of events that led to you falling in that hole. If we had not helped you, you would have been stuck in Hell for eternity, the demons would have eventually found you, and you would have been tortured. Now, we have to keep you safe from the person who caused all of this, hence the kidnapping."

"Hell? Demons? What are you talking about?!"

"Life, Phil! We're talking about life. Your life and it being in danger in particular."

"So let me get this straight. You want me to believe that you kidnapped me to keep me safe from someone who caused me to fall into a hole that led to Hell, and from being tortured by demons."

"Yes."
          
"That's crazy! Things like that don't happen! I was just going to Comicon with my friend, which by the way, is my friend whom I am not in love with. You people are crazy!"     
             
With that, Phil stood, and ran towards what he thought would be a door to outside, or maybe a hallway of some sort, and opened it.

As Phil swung the door open, and what he saw took his breath away.

Dan

            I have to find Phil. No, I have to find out what happened. I have to find out what happened so that I can find Phil. Yes, that's what I have to do. Dan thought, running back to his hotel room.
            Dan got to his hotel, and ran to his room. "No more running," Dan thought, opening the door.

             He walked over to his bag and pulled out his laptop, and started researching everything he could think of relating to the events that had occurred.

Phil

           When Phil opened the door, he started to run out, and then realised at the last second that there was no ground below him. He grabbed onto the "door frame", trying to keep from falling.

He looked around, awestruck.

What he saw were stars. Stars and darkness. He realised what Sherlock had meant earlier when he talked about escape, how he would "throw himself into oblivion". Then, a thought popped into his mind.

Space. I am in Outer space.

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So there it is, new chapter. I will start trying to post a new update everyday, so keep reading! Rememeber to comment your name to be put in the story or to comment critique!

P.S. this does not count as today's update, I will post a new chapter.

P.P.S. Thanks to TheCalicoCatClover for the help!!!