Shattered (A Superwholock Fanfiction)

Chapter 7

Sherlock, John, Clara,  the Doctor, Cas, Sam and Dean were all in the TARDIS now. Gathered around the console like a huge family. The Doctor smiled a small, sad smile, remembering an old memory. A memory similar to the situation he was currently in. Clara looked over at the Doctor and gave him her own big trademark smile. The Doctor looked at her, promising himself that he wouldn't let anything happen to her, or anyone else that currently stood in HIS TARDIS!

The Doctor began pressing buttons and pulling levers. And soon, a list of the places he had previously been to appeared on the TARDIS' screen. Everyone was soon gathered around it. Watching the Doctor's every move. No one understood the writing on the screen and they all looked confused except the Doctor of course, who was currently nodding at himself, knowingly.

Dean turned to Clara and asked her, "What the hell does is that?" Clara smirked, "It's Gallifreyan. The Doctor's language." She had said it so sure of herself that Dean thought that she could read it herself and asked her if that was so. She smiled kindly and laughed, "No, but I wish I could!"

"FOUND IT!!!" The Doctor exclaimed loudly, surprising everyone.

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Moriarty had been pacing his room for over 30 minutes. He and Crowley had been discussing, arguing, and deducing, with each other but Crowley stilk had not told him in detail on how he got here. They had figured out the whole "parallel universe" thing that was confusing the crap out of him and HE, MORIARTY did NOT get confused.

He had tried to wrap his precious, head around the whole idea about parallel universes but Moriarty found himself thinking that it wasn't logical! Crowley had seemed to accept it quite quickly but then again, he was a demon. Crowley had, had his share of wierdness. The whole 3 inches crap was a waste of a perfectly good deal and time. If it had been him, he would have asked for the whole world to bow down before him.

Crowley had not left Moriarty without attempting to make a deal with him but Moriarty was not dumb. He was not going to fall for a stupid trick that a mangly,  black clothed, punk of a demon had set up for desperate idiots. For he Moriarty was NOT an idiot. He wouldn't have mind to sell his soul for control over the whole world, but...for only 10 years?! That was not worth it. 20 to 30 years? He would consider it, but 10 years was ridiculous.

Then Moriarty began to laugh his usual crazed laugh. He was not going to let Crowley get his filthy hands on his soul but he was going to have a lot of fun tormenting Sherlock and his little friends. There were parallel universes? So what! He was going to use that to his advantage. Have a little fun! He was going to enjoy himself  and do what he wanted. No one was holding him back and he wasn't going to let anything get in his way.

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Crowley had left Moriarty after they, in Moriarty's words, 'deduced' what had happened. He walked along the streets by himself, whistling 'Highway to Hell' when he began to wonder, Are there any demons here? And Is there a hell here?

Well, he thought to himself, he was not going to check because if there was, he was not going to risk is own neck. Especially when there was the possibility of Lucifer as the King of Hell here.

After walking around a bit, Crowley began to grow bored. Without much of a choice, he returned to Moriarty's little so called 'home' instead. It wasn't much of a 'home'. More of an apartment with a couch, a coffee table and a music player. It seemed like a well designed, high class motel. Other than that, Moriarty did not seem to own anything else although Crowley doubted that he didn't have a bed.

Soon he arrived back at Moriarty's home and found the door wide open before he had even arrived. He peeped inside cautiously, only to find Moriarty, lounging in his chair, swinging on his chair dangerously.

Crowley walked in and raised an eyebrow. "So..."

"Yes, so, you are from a parallel universe, and you found yourself here when...?" Moriarty inquired, being more business like than before. Moriarty was not going to mess around anymore.

Crowley looked at him, confused for a second before he re-composed himself and answered in his husky voice, "I found myself here when I found a blurry circle thing and walked through it."

Moriarty sighed, growing impatient once again. "Yes, you already told me that, what happened after that? You said before that you heard a few things about me. Who told you about me and what did they say about me?"

Crowley stroked his chin, making it seem as if he was thinking really hard and Moriarty rolled his eyes at his stupid attempt of trying to make things mysterious. "Well," Crowley began, "as soon as I walked through the thing, I found myself here and there were about 3 people who were walking along the street that I found myself in." He paused, trying to add some dramatic effect to his not so scary or mysterious story. "They were a bit flustered to see me appear in the middle of the street but they must have thought that they were growing crazy or something because they just shook their heads and walked away except for this one man." Moriarty raised an eyebrow at him. "He was kind of blondish with a hood on and had this psychotic smile. He kinda creeped me out. He just said your name and address, then talked about Dean, Sam and Castiel, my...I guess you could say enemies,  teaming up with a couple dudes with the same name as Sherlock Holmes and his side kick. Also some guy called the Doctor and someone else...can't remember who but some other person. and handed me this newspaper with you on it and walked off."

Moriarty nodded, thinking to himself. "You know the hooded guy?" Crowley asked.

"No, but this person seems...interesting, but I do know Sherlock Holmes and John Watson." Moriarty said after a little thought.

"Yeah, well...when I turned around to go back, the portal thingy was gone and after a while, I got bored trying to look for it and went looking for you instead. I guess that I thought there would be a reason why the dude told me who you were but now...I don't know. This portal thingy and parallel universe stuff is annoying the crap out of me." Crowley said with a long sigh.

Moriarty nodded, why this hooded man wanted Crowley to meet him, he did not know but he continued to nod. Although Moriarty was still slightly confused, he did know one thing. He was going to have fun messing around with Sherlock and his little friends and this time, he was going to have a little help from a demon. And not just any demon. The King of Hell!

He was going to raise a little hell...literally.

Authors note-

Sorry for such a late update. Been held up a bit with homework and studying. Will try and update with Chapter 8 soon though! I am really glad to see that people are actually enjoying my story and I really appreciate it guys! I didn't think my story would even get over 100 reads so thanks a bunch!!!