Fire and Ice

Don't Be a Castiel

I have a feeling that all the Johnlock and Destiel fans will be happy with this chapter ;) Also, sorry I'm not updating regularily I'm just really busy.

Chapter 15: Don’t be a Castiel

I stood in the TARDIS, doing some rewiring in the projector’s system so that two or more people could use it in case of emergency. Who knows what could happen now? Moriarty took an interest in Amy and I couldn’t let her go out as a projection on her own if we had to. I’d send myself alongside her, or Rory at least. I knew that he would protect her better than I could.

That’s when I heard the door of the TARDIS open. I left it unlocked just in case anyone needed my help, though I doubted anyone would. Turns out I was wrong.

I turned around to see Sherlock standing there. He was dressed nicely in a purple button up shirt and boring black pants.

“Is it morning?” I asked.

“No,” Sherlock replied, “Quite the opposite.”

“What’s the matter? Is everyone OK?”

“Of course,” Sherlock said sadly, “how does it really work?”

“It’s Time Lord technology. I’m Time Lord,” I played it safe and didn’t tell him that he could possibly also be Time Lord.

“Is that alien?” He asked.

“Yes,” I replied, “Is something wrong? You look… upset.”

“It all seems so familiar,” he told me.

“You mean you recognize it?” I asked, getting excited.

“No. The idea is familiar. Bigger on the inside, travels through time and space,” Sherlock explained.

“Oh,” I said, slightly disappointed, “That’s not it is it?”

Sherlock sighed, “Can I trust you, Doctor?”

“Yes,” I said. I was used to people trusting me without a second thought, but I never expected Sherlock to be that way. He just didn’t seem like the kind of person that would trust a person he’d just met.

“It’s John.”

“What about him?”

“He has a wife now, and is about to have a daughter. He is into demons now like Sam and Dean. I think he’s moving on from me,” Sherlock told me.

“How could you say that?” I said, surprised, “I’ve known you two for barely two hours and I know that you mean everything to him.”

Sherlock looked at me. His look said yeah right.

“The way he looks at you. Not just that, he wouldn’t leave your side while we were in here. I think you mean more to him than Sam, Dean, demons or TARDIS ever will,” I said, walking over to him.

Sherlock smiled for a minute, but then it faded, “He’s been having troubles with his wife. I am trying to help him, but I don’t know how.”

“What’s going on between them?”

“There was this man, Charles Augustus Magnussen, he was a threat to Mary. She was going to kill him, but I caught her, and she shot me. She had no other option. I forgave her. But John didn’t,” Sherlock explained.

“I don’t like guns,” I commented, “I’m not going to side with either of you on whether it was right or wrong, that’s up to you. But she’s John’s wife and it’s up to him whether he forgives her or not. All you can do is be there for him when he decides, and support his decision.”