Fire and Ice

The Perfect Team

I'm sorry for not updating yesterday but by the time I had finished my project it was 11 and I was exhausted. I had to work on it some more today and I had an art project too so I'm sorry for being so late. Maybe another update tomorrow. Enjoy!!

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Chapter 14: The Perfect Team

I stood with my hands cuffed behind my back in one of Moriarty’s many offices around the world. Well, I was actually standing in the TARDIS with my hands behind my back but the TARDIS’ projector had been enhanced along with the TARDIS over the years. So basically the difference between real me and projection me was virtually undetectable.

Sebastian Moran, Moriarty’s second hand man, had just gotten off the phone with Mr. Moriarty himself. Back in the TARDIS, Sam and Dean had recognized one of the men standing in the room as Dick Roman, a Leviathan.

Sebastian Moran pushed a few buttons on a nearby laptop and Moriarty appeared right in front of my eyes.

“Nice. Teleportation, I’m impressed,” I said.

“How long has it been since you last saw me? A century? 2 hours?” Moriarty spat.

“More like 45 minutes,” I said to anger him. The angrier he was, and the more powerful he felt, the more information he would spill. That was my goal for this meeting.

“Well now we’ve got your transportation device. No more disappearing for you now, Doctor!” he said calmly. I looked down at the ground like I’d been beaten. Moriarty smiled. “What are you going to do?”

“I can still destroy you from the inside,” I said angrily, stepping towards him and causing everyone to raise their guns in my direction.

“Calm down boys, he’s harmless now,” Moriarty smiled, lifting his hand to call of the guns. I tried to do my best angry face and make it believable.

Moriarty looked at my shoulder. He reached out and plucked the single strand of Amy’s red hair from my jacket. Good, the plan was going just as planned. I had placed that strand of hair before I had stepped out of the TARDIS so that Moriarty would find it, and take it. One of Moriarty’s men had taken a clump of Rory’s hair then left him, so my idea was that maybe he needed their DNA a plan of his. I was right.

“Amelia Pond, right?” He asked and handed it to who Sam and Dean identified as Dick Roman.

“Why does it matter?”

“Is she in there? Or should I say, are they in there. Rory Williams, husband of Amelia Pond. Are they going to pop out and save you?” Moriarty said while pacing in front of the TARDIS.

“They aren’t,” I denied.

“So they are,” he said, stroking the front of the TARDIS.

“Go in if you’d like, even if they are in there, they have the advantage. Amy and Rory have been travelling with me for 10 years of their lives. They know how to work the TARDIS better than you ever will,” I told him. Moriarty came back in front of me.

“So you have a hair collection then? First get some from a couple demon hunters, a few from your Leviathans over here, now you want time traveller hair. Well you can take some of mine. I can promise it’s the softest hair in the universe,” I looked at the ground so that the top of my head was facing him.

Moriarty chuckled, “It’s not a hair collection, Doctor.”

“What is it then?”

“For all I know, your little companions could be listening in on me right now. Why would I tell you anything?”