Cecilia Holmes, Daughter of Minerva (Sherlock/Percy Jackson crossover)

Chapter 32

    We exited the Argyre, and there on the sidewalk was the TARDIS; just parked there, waiting for us. None of the pedestrians seemed to notice it but walked on by, which amazed me.

    “Come on,” Claude said, walking up to it. He stepped in and held the door open for me, and I nodded my thanks. As soon as I entered the familiar time machine, I relaxed. And then I realized how exhausted I was. My eyes drooped as I walked further into the TARDIS.

    “Nemesis?” I called, stifling a yawn. But as I looked around, I realized she wasn’t there. I looked back at Claude.

    “Where is she?” I asked. He frowned.

    “I don’t know, she—“

    Suddenly, the TARDIS doors slammed shut behind him. Claude looked over his shoulder, but I looked at the TARDIS’s console. Some lights began blinking, and before I could voice my questions, the TARDIS began to move. I stumbled back and grabbed the railing.

    “She must’ve set it to automatically transport us somewhere,” I exclaimed over the ruckus of the time and space machine. He nodded, emphatically.

    “But where?” I asked. Claude didn’t reply.

    And then, the TARDIS stopped. I walked toward the door, determined to see where we were. But as I passed Claude, he grabbed my arm.

    “I wouldn’t, Cecilia,” he said, quickly.

    “Why not?” I asked, stopping. He released my arm.

    “I wouldn’t be surprised if she sent us into some deep, dark hole,” he said, his voice full of warning. “Step outside those doors and you’ll probably regret it.”

    “But what if we’re, I don’t know, somewhere… nice?” I said, raising my eyebrows. “What if we’re in space? I’ve always wanted to see the stars up close.”

    Claude was silent for a long time, until finally he shrugged and walked away.

    I glanced at the door, and then back at Claude.

    “Ffffffffine!” I gave in, following him. “What do we do, then? Where is she?”

    “Probably working,” he replied, opening one of the many doors and standing inside the doorway.

    “When do you think she will be back?”

    “Probably in the morning,” Claude said, rubbing the end of his long nose.

    “So, what do we do until then?” I asked.

    “Uhhh… sleep?” he suggested. And then he gestured for me to follow him as he walked further into the doorway he stood in. Slipping off my uncomfortably tight shoes and picking them up, I hurried after him.

    We walked down the hall in silence until he suddenly stopped in front of one of the many closed doors.

    “Here,” he exclaimed, opening the door. Inside was a small but cozy-looking bedroom. It had a single bed, a dresser with a mirror, and another doorway that I guessed led to a bathroom. I stepped inside, and then noticed a stack of nicely folded clothes on the dresser that I could only assume were for me.

    “Thanks,” I said, looking back at Claude. He nodded.

    “Goodnight,” he said. And then he turned and walked away. I hurried to the doorway.

    “Uhhhh, so, see you tomorrow?” I said, watching him walk down the hallway.

    “Yeah,” he said without looking back.