Fire and Ice

One Week Later

Chapter 19: One Week Later

Amy came out of the TARDIS as quietly as she could. John had gone off the get some rest since he’d hardly gotten any the night before. Sherlock, Amy and I had been in the TARDIS working with the Doctor. When I peeked out to see that Dean had passed out in the chair at Sam’s side, I seized the opportunity to check up on Sam. He was doing fine. There was hardly a trace that something had ever been wrong.

As for the journal, we knew that it was sending the information to another source. Unfortunately we still didn’t know who exactly.

“Hey,” She whispered, “How’s he doing?”

“Better. He’s going to be OK,” I said.

“I meant the other one,” she smiled.

“Both are doing just fine,” I replied. She came forward and wrapped her arms around me. I was quite glad for the hug. I needed it.

“The Doctor needs us,” she said.

“We should go.”

We quietly went into the TARDIS. Sherlock was sitting on the floor, and the Doctor was by the console.

“I have new information!” The Doctor cried in joy.

“How?” I asked.

“As soon as I realized that the sonic was going to get us no further than we already were, I hooked the book up to the TARDIS and now we have all the information we need,” he explained.

“Isn’t that sort of dangerous? If it’s sending the information to someone else, than that someone else could be getting TARDIS stuff,” Amy said.

“I thought about that, but I found a way to connect them so that the book was going into the TARDIS and not the other way around,” he told us.

“Get to the point. What have you learned?” Sherlock asked, standing up.

“It’s sending the information back to Moriarty. Directly to his head. Every time something touches this, he will know. All we can do is keep it as far out of reach as possible and find out how Sam and Dean got it,” the Doctor explained.

“Should we wake Sam now or later?” Sherlock asked.

“He needs to get as much rest as possible, just let him sleep until he wakes up,” I said. Sherlock sighed and started wondering around the console.

“What are we going to do next?” Amy asked.

“I’m going to let you two go back home, or stay with Sherlock and John if you want. But I’m going to go alone and do some research of my own,” The Doctor said.

Amy leaned in so that only the Doctor and I could hear her, “If you don’t want to go with Sherlock and John I get it but we could simply ask and they’d be fine with it.”

“It’s not that, Amy. I want to do this on my own.”

“Can you at least tell us where you’re going?” I asked.

“I’m going to talk to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the author of the Sherlock Holmes books. Then I’ll see Sydney Newman, the creator of the show Doctor Who from the 60s,” He told us.

“And still make it home in time for tea,” Amy added with a smile.

“Right you are, Pond. I promise I won’t be long, it’s my top priority to get finished with this and back to you as soon as possible,” The Doctor said, “This will be over soon and we can go back to our adventures.”