The Unexpected Meeting of Two Geniuses

Chapter 15

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WELL LADIES AND GENTS I PRESENT CHAPTER 15

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Chapter Fifteen

The Doctor's POV

The Doctor was trying to hold in his anger and use it to try to escape his metal bonds. He hadn't much luck. It was nearly impossible.

He was furious for two main reasons, himself and Sherlock Holmes.

How could such a man choose such a horrible thing? Why give up so easily, and abandon your friends? The Doctor was once in awe by this man but it now was replaced with utter frustration.

The Doctor clenched his teeth in frustration, he'd been beaten so easily. Even with Sherlock at his side.

If only he had his companion. Rose wouldn't have given up. Something the Doctor loved about her. Her humanity, persistence, and bravery were just parts of her that made up the person he loved.

That could be all gone by now and it would be all his fault. The Doctor would have to go back and face Jackie and inform her about her daughters death and be surely mauled by Jackie's rage, if he was to manage to escape this situation.

He sighed heavily, fighting the storm in his mind. He must escape. Now. Immediately. Quickly and efficiently.

How?

A little thing called a sonic screwdriver- It wasn't in his pocket. Or anywhere on his body. It was gone.

How was he to escape now and save the day?

The Doctor growled in frustration, feeling absolute dread. He'd figure something out, he was mister clever and he wasn't about to give up that title.

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Sherlock's POV

Sherlock had told Moriarty he would do it, under his own terms and if Sherlock were to be by his side in ruling. Sherlock had ignored The Doctor and the look of betrayal he had recieved. Sherlock didn't understand why The Doctor had trusted him in the first place, they had known each other for only maybe a day. Sherlock wasn't sure, it had felt like countless days had passed since this whole inccident and John's absence.

Sherlock's guts twisted and knotted in his stomach. He was nervous. Which was a rare occurance, but only seemed to happen when ever something involved John.

That's why he had to do this. For his blogger. Sherlock knew it could work, but Moriarty was not one to be fooled easily.

The sociopath and psychopath stood in what seemed as a office. Moriarty sat himself in a leather office chair behind a table. He propped his feet on the table and motioned for Sherlock to sit in a metal folding chair. Sherlock sat down.

"John had a little message for you, Sherly." Moriarty cooed, folding his hands in his lap.

Sherlock's heart began to quicken a bit.

But he kept a cold expressionless face.

"What may that be?" Sherlock said, his voice rid of emotions. He couldn't show any if he didn't want to raise any suspicions.

"Johnny boy- you don't mind if I call him that do you, Sherly?" Moriarty smiled. His nickname for Sherlock was only there to annoy him. It didn't bother Sherlock, only what Moriarty titled his John. Sherlock's John. Not Johnny boy. Sherlock would not let this show, though.

"The message." Sherlock's icy gaze met Moriarty's smug one.

"He hopes to see you in hell anddd..." Moriarty put a finger to his chin and looked up as trying to remember something. "There was something else, I'm not quite sure. I'm bad about remembering things when they are..sentimental."

Sentimental? What was it that John had said? Sherlock's heart began to beat a little quicker and he felt sweat threatening to form on his hair line.

"Sentimental?"

"Oh right, yes. Feelings. Ordinary people things. I think it was.. Hmm. I l-l-love you Sherlock." Moriarty fluttered his eyelashes and made his bottom lip pout. "Such a silly little pet."

Sherlock gulped hard and blinked, the lights suddenly becoming blinding.

He couldn't focus. John had admitted to..loving..him. Sentiment, he needed to push it away but it was overtaking him.

Moriarty whistled a sharp note, "Sherly, do me a favor and stop being SO DRAMATIC. Your pet is already an aluminum toy." He smirked. "Your next."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, he needed to start his plan. Immediately.

"I need the information. Everything there is to know about this..organization. If we are to "rule" the world, as you so put it." Sherlock cursed at himself, his voice was breaking its icy barer. Human emotions were getting to him, affecting his cold demeanor.

"Right. Silly me. In order to do that, you have to upgrade and it'll all be transferred into your mind. Easy peasy, Sher. Shall we get started? We can do it together!" Moriarty's voice was full of excitement and mischief.

This wasn't how that plan was meant to go. Sherlock couldn't upgrade. But if what Moriarty had said was true and John had been upgraded..then was there a possibility of saving him? Or reversing it? Anything? Sherlock would need all the knowledge to do that.

That would require upgrading himself.

It was a risk he was willing to take. For John.

Sherlock nodded in agreement and proceeded to follow Moriarty to their upgrading destinations.

Damn Sentiment.

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