Fire and Ice

What's Read Can't Be Unread

Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been really busy lately. In about 4 chapters, it's the end of part 1, which means I'm going to make you wait a week or two before you get the first chapter of part 2 :p Part 2 isn't as long as part 1 though. Enjoy!!!

Chapter 17: What’s Read Can’t be Unread

The ride to Steven Moffat’s house was long and tense. I wanted to say something to Dean about the way he acted back in the TARDIS but I could tell that he was upset enough already and my talking would just make it worse. I had a feeling that he really didn’t like the Doctor. I couldn’t understand how anyone could hate that guy. But Dean seemed to want as far away from him as possible since we’d met.

We arrived at his house to find the TARDIS already there, hidden in the bushed. It would have been invisible to me, had I not been looking for it. I was itching to write every little detail of this house into the journal, including the little blue box hiding in the bushes.

When I stepped out of the Impala, I headed immediately towards the TARDIS.

“Where are you going?” Dean asked. I pointed at the TARDIS. Dean sighed and said, “We don’t need them.”

“We said we’d meet them here.”

“Ya and here we are and here they are. Now let’s go!”

I avoided creating further argument and followed him to the front door. It was a big, well taken care of house. Someone clearly got paid enough to write this show.

Dean leaned forwards and pushed the doorbell. A woman with short blonde hair answered the door. I could see a small boy with dark, curly hair peeking out from behind a wall inside. I smiled.

“Hello, what can I do for you?” The woman asked.

I pulled out my fake FBI badge and Dean did as well, “We’re agents Hetfield and Hammet. Could we speak to Steven Moffat?”

“Um, of course. Come inside,” She said and opened the door to let us in. She silently shooed the little boy away and he ran off. It wasn’t long after that when she asked, “Is my husband in trouble?”

“No, mam. We’d just like to ask him a few questions,” I said.

She left us alone in her family room and ran off to get Moffat.

“What do we ask?” Dean whispered to me.

“Don’t fret, I’ve got it all planned out,” I said as who must have been Steven Moffat walked into the room.

“Hello boys,” he said, shaking each of our hands. Dean and I sat on the black, leather couch while Moffat sat in a chair across from us.

“We were wondering what you could tell us what you know about James Moriarty,” I asked.

“Sure. But may I ask: Why me?” He asked.

“We’ve had people tell us about you,” I said exactly how I’d planned it.

“All good things I hope,” He smiled, clearly trying to look calm.

I smiled, “Of course. Mr. Moffat, we want you to know now that you aren’t in trouble. We don’t suspect you for anything. We have just been told that you know a bit more about the subject.”

“Right,” he said.

“Before you get to the James Moriarty part, I’d like to ask you, when did you start writing for TV shows and movies?” Dean asked.

“It had always been a dream of mine, ever since I was young. I wrote a bit before Doctor Who, but suddenly it just came to me. All these ideas, all these stories. That’s when I started writing alongside Russell for Doctor Who,” He explained.