Island of Mystery (Wholockianowl Fanfic)

Taken from Home

Dedicated to livinginowlcity and Rasrynn85

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The Doctor ran around the TARDIS console franticly flipping switches and pressing buttons. Smoke and sparks were flying out from the console. Alarms were blaring and the TARDIS was getting knocked about. He needed help if he didn't want to go off course. "Oi! Amy, Rory come help me will ya?" The Doctor called. There was no response. He quickly scanned the area around him and Amy and Rory were nowhere to be found. The Doctor had forgotten that they were taken by a Weeping Angel back in New York a couple of trips ago.

"I really need a new companion," he thought, "Rose would be good right about now." But alas, she too was gone from The Doctor's life. Like Martha, Donna, Sara-Jane, all of his other companions in his 900 years or so of space travel. But then again, there is that impossible girl from the Dalek Asylum. What was her name? He knew it stared with the letter C. Was it Chloe? Cleo? No. Clara? Yes! That was it. Clara Oswin Oswald. The girl who told him "Run you clever boy and remember me." That got him thinking. Maybe he could...
The Doctor was brought out of his thoughts when the TARDIS started groaning and a sudden jolt knocked him back from the console. The last thing he remembered was seeing a bright white light in his vision....then....darkness.

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Sherlock Holmes walked 'casually' down Baker Street towards his flat with something for his partner John. 'Casually' meaning taking in everything and deducing random people as he goes along. That's what he does. He's a consulting detective while John tags along on cases and he writes about them on his blog. "I wonder what John is doing now," he thought as he walked up the steps to the door of his flat.

Before he went in, Sherlock quickly noticed that the knocker handle was to the right. Sherlock muttered under his breath as he fixed it and he went inside. His brother Mycroft was here. Just who he didn't want to see.
"But why is he here?" Sherlock asked himself as he walked up more stairs.
"Did Mycroft find Moriarty?" He wondered, "Is there something..."
Sherlock stopped mid-thought and he stood still on the staircase. His head was pounding in his skull and a loud ringing noise filled his ears.

He forced himself to keep walking but his legs wouldn't move. It was like they were glued to the floor. The ringing noise intensified. Sherlock cried out and he dropped the laptop for John. He looked around and everything was blending together.
The last thing he remembered was seeing the look of worry plastered on John's face before a white light blinded him which was immediately followed by darkness.

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Flames Pond sprinted down the brightly lit corridor. He flew past other agents and he accidentally ran into some of them. The reason he was bumping into them was because he had weapons and other bulky stuff on him.
"Hey! Watch it, Pond," they would call at him knowing that nothing could be done about it.
Flames heard them and he deliberately ignored them. He had no time to back track.

"Flames Pond please report to my office right away," his boss said over the loud speakers.
He sighed in annoyance as he ran faster.
"What does Thiessen want me for?" He wondered as he turned left.
Flames hated his boss, Matthew Thiessen. He (Thiessen) would always push Flames too hard on assignments. It's all because his father is the famous James Bond. But Flames didn't want to have the last name Bond so he changed it to Pond as a play on words. And Flames hasn't seen his father in twenty years. He was eight years old when his father left.

Flames turned a sharp left again and he went into Thiessen's office. His boss looked up from his desk and he smiled at Flames.
"Have a seat, Mr. Pond," Matthew said.
Without hesitation, Flames walked over and he sat down. The two made eye contact with each other.
"Sir," Flames began, "why did you want me in here so soon?"
Thiessen didn't answer. Instead he pointed behind Flames. He glanced over his shoulder and excitement filled him at what Flames saw. His father was here.

Flames stood up on his shaky legs and he walked over to his dad. The two were smiling at one another as they made eye contact.
"Permission to give you a hug, sir," Flames asked with his voice breaking.
His father's smile grew bigger and he said, "Permission granted."
Then Flames threw his arms around his dad. He felt his dad put his arms around him.
"I've missed you, son. I'm sorry I left," James said.
Flames let go and he looked at his father. He realized that they were exactly alike.

Flames opened his mouth to speak but quickly shut it again when he felt lightheaded and his vision spun. He grabbed his fathers arm as to regain his balance but that didn't work. The spinning got worse and the last thing he remembered was seeing the horrified expression on his father's face. Then a white light came into his vision and he saw darkness.
A few seconds later, the darkness disappeared and Flames stood in the middle of an opening in a jungle.
"Where am I?" He thought as he looked around and saw more jungle. He tried thinking about how he got here but he couldn't remember.

He looked at himself and he grew even more perplexed. Why is he wearing spy gear? Then he wondered, "Who am I? Oh wait. My name is Flames Pond."
He didn't have time to think about how weird his name was or what he did since he heard a twig snap to his left.
Without thinking, he brought out a pistol and he pointed it at the direction of the noise. The noise grew louder and a guy wearing a tan tweed jacket, a white button up shirt, red spenders, black pants, black shoes, and a red bow tie came into view. Flames noticed that the guy had brown hair that was neatly combed to the side and he looked at confused as he (Flames) is.

The two looked at each other and Flames put the gun back on his belt. The weird looking guy came near Flames. The guy reminded Flames of...someone he knew or knows. He couldn't remember.
Flames' focus returned on the guy. He came closer until they were face to face. They stared at each other until the weird guy asked,
"Who the heck are you?"