Clash of Worlds

Chapter 18-Superwholock, Team Crafted, and Percy Jackson

The Doctor sighed, staring at the charred railing. He slowly looked down at the paper, and then cast a look back upstairs. Flipping to a fresh page, he slowly started making his way upstairs.

"Hey, uh, Doctor? Whatcha doing?" Dean called. The Doctor didn't look back down, but instead just kept watching where he was going.

"I am looking for the creature. If I see it, I'm going to let myself know I have by drawing it or writing more down." He replied, eyes still scanning the last few stairs he had yet to climb.

Sherlock cocked his head. "But how does it do that? How can Dean have absolutely no recollection of what attacked him?"

The Doctor shrugged, and then froze. His pen started moving across the paper, and he frowned. Scribbling madly, he stepped out onto the balcony while staring down the hall. Dean made to call for him again but was shushed by Sherlock.

A moment later, a confused doctor peered over the railing.

"Right, I walked all the way upstairs, yeah?" He asked. The three men nodded, and The Doctor's tongue poked out of his teeth as he though.

"When I reached the top of the stairs, what happened?" He asked.

"You started writing on your notepad." Sherlock told him. The Doctor glanced down at his paper and looked back up quickly, shocked.

"Blimey, this thing is good. I don't remember ever seeing it. For all I know, that might not even be it." He muttered, making his way back downstairs. Dean took the paper and stred at the drawing, and then compared it with the notes on the other page. Shrugging, he handed it to Sherlock.

"Bit off, but it matches with the notes." He commented.

The Doctor nodded slowly, gazing blankly at a wall. Then he seemed to snap into his usual hyperactive mood.

"Right! Creature or something that you forget as soon as you look away and can fire electricity at you. Very interesting! Anyway, pen, pen, pen." He declared as he pulled at sharpie's from his coat and tossed them to the unsuspecting men. "You see one of these things, you leave a note, nooo... too long. Draw a tally mark. One line. That should do it, eh?" He asked.

John looked at the marker in his hand and froze. "Doctor."

The Doctor looked up. "Hm?"

"I've- I've already got a line on my wrist. How is that possible?"

The Doctor snatched up John's hand and examined the lines on his wrist. He then did the same to Sherlock and Dean, before swallowing tightly.

"You lot are all facing me, yeah?" He asked throatily. The men looked up from their wrists and nodded.

"Now tell me what's behind me." He whispered.

Their eyes all strayed up and froze, locked onto the same spot. "It's the monster." Dean muttered. He carefully uncapped his pen and drew a line on his wrist.

The Doctor watched them all, carefully guaging reactions.

"It's walking away, Doctor." Sherlock stated. A moment later they all blinked in unison and shook their heads.

"Doctor? Why are you looking at us like that?" John asked. The Doctor didn't reply, only nodding towards their wrists.

Dean nodded. "Ah. Is it gone?"

The Doctor nodded. "You told me it walked away."

Sherlock bit his lip, staring in confusion at the mark on his wrist. The Doctor cupped his hand over it, and Sherlock slowly looked up at him.