SuperWhoLock

Chapter Eleven - Sherlock

"John?" Sherlock asked. "John, what is it?"

John stared down at his mobile in shock. He expected the text to be from Sarah, or possibly Lestrade, wondering where he and Sherlock and run off to. But he hadn't expected this.

"John, show us the text." Sam said gently.

John handed the phone over to Sherlock.

The Doctor, Castiel, and Sam all read it over his shoulder.

It's hard, isn't it? Staying alive? Looks like I've cheated death just like Sherlock did. If I were you, I'd step out of your little box and come find me before anyone else loses their soul. -JM

Sherlock's face went pale.

"What does that mean?" The Doctor questioned. "Who is JM?"

"Jim Moriarty." John said. "A serial killer. He put a bullet through his brain a long time ago."

"How did he fake his death, John? HOW?" Sherlock asked aggressively. "I was with him when he pulled the gun! I saw his pale corpse bleeding all over the rooftop!"

"I don't know, Sherlock!" John snapped.

Everyone was quiet for a long time, until the Doctor spoke up. "I would propose that we take the TARDIS to wherever he might be, but we already agreed that Crowley would-"

Just then, John's phone beeped again.

John looked down at the message.

Hello again, Hedgehog. Change of plans. Follow the coordinates that your dear friend, Jim Moriarty left for you embedded within his text and meet us there. Perhaps then we can come to an agreement in trade for the souls. :) -King of Hell

John showed the phone to the Doctor. The Doctor read the text message and then whipped out his shiny silver and blue tool and pressed the button, pointing it at John's phone.

"It's a trap." Sherlock said.

"Of course it's a trap! But walking into traps is what we do best." Sam grinned, following the Doctor out of the room.

John was the last one out of the bedroom, he locked it behind him. They weren't supposed to let Dean or Rose escape until their souls had been returned.

John hobbled after Sherlock. His leg was aching a bit, that wasn't a good sign.

The others all stood around the time machine's console. John stood next to Sherlock and admired the room. When John first stepped inside the box, he had to stop and take in his surroundings. Bigger on the inside! Amazing. But how?

"Dimensionally transcendental." Sherlock said in a monotone voice, as if he had read John's mind.

"What?"

"Like a miniature dimension, packed into a police box." Sherlock put simpler.

John nodded, still not really understanding.

The Doctor had input the coordinates that his sonic screwdriver had retrieved from John's phone (which was laying on the console, was he allowed to have it back now?) and the TARDIS was making this awful groaning, wheezing sound.

It finally stopped after a minute and the Doctor grabbed his coat from one of the curvy pillars near the door, slipped it on and hopped out the door.

The others followed quickly, Sam opened the door again, revealing where they had landed. A rooftop.

***

Sherlock felt sweat beginning to gather on his forehead, beneath his mess of curls. He quickly wiped it away.

Moriarty sat near the edge of the rooftop, holding his phone. A familiar tune came out of it, blasting at full volume, Stayin' Alive.

Three other men sat near him.

One was Crowley, grinning mischievously.

One was older looking, mid-fifties probably. But he was much older than that, he was an angel. He had a roundish face, graying curly hair and a smile that looked like it had been cut into his face. He seemed to know who Sam and Castiel were, though Sam clearly didn't know who he was. Castiel did. A long silver blade slid out from Cas' sleeve.

The other man stood up as the group arrived. He too was older than he looked, obviously he was a Time Lord, judging by the way he eyed the Doctor's time machine greedily with his dark brown eyes. He had short brown hair and wore a well-kept black suit. The Doctor and the Time Lord made eye contact. The Doctor reached for his sonic screwdriver in defense.

Sherlock turned his attention back to Moriarty. Moriarty made him sick, the others probably would too, if he knew exactly what they had done in their pasts.

Jim Moriarty stood, spreading his arms. "Bet you thought you'd seen the last of me!" He smiled, his face was pale and sickly looking, as if he were a ghost.

"You put a bullet through your brain. Even I couldn't fake that. How did you do it?" Sherlock asked with genuine curiosity.

"Ah we'll save that for later, Sherlock. Another mystery for you to solve." Moriarty paused. "But for now, I'd like you to meet my comrades; Crowley, Metatron, and the Master."

"Hello, Master." The Doctor said, he looked somewhat tearful. Wasn't the Master his enemy? Sherlock rubbed his temples a bit. He couldn't deduce this. There was something he missed. Something huge.

Metatron stood up and walked over to Sam and Cas. He clapped a hand on Castiel's back. "Little Castiel, it's been so long! Last time I saw you, you were still learning how to fly with your cute, stubby little wings!" He grinned, a sinister light behind his mask of friendliness. Castiel went a bright pink color.

"Alright, enough with the formalities." The Master said. He snapped his fingers and four weeping angels appeared out of nowhere and surrounded the police box. Crowley snapped his fingers as well and another one appeared and guarded the exit off the roof.

"Don't do anything that would harm her, Master!" The Doctor growled, motioning towards his TARDIS. "She's the last one in creation...just like us." He added.

Sherlock inwardly gasped. It all made sense now. That's the reason the Doctor was the only person that kept reappearing throughout history, he was the last one of his kind! Fantastic! Well, perhaps not so fantastic for him. The Master was presumed dead, just like John and Sherlock had presumed Moriarty dead, and the Doctor thought he was the last of his kind. Interesting.

Sherlock was snapped out of his mind palace by the sound of Moriarty speaking. "Now, should we discuss the return of the souls of Miss Rose Tyler and Dean Winchester?"

"I believe we should." Sherlock said, looking to his comrades.

*****

A/N: Just so you know,

The Winchesters and Cas are kind of in-between seasons 7 and 8

The Doctor is near the end of season 2

And Sherlock and John are after the season 3 finale

Just thought I should make that clear.