Lost In Time (WhoLock, On Hold)

Eleven

A/N; Be honest with me; are you confused? Because I am :P. Hope you still like it though. I've been both busy and lazy in updating.
So long WhoLockians!

//mathildaHilda

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The Doctor stared at the note with disbelief. He had desperately hoped what he had told Jimmy, was a lie. A lie to himself and everyone else. Rain Always Neglects Impossibilities. Just four simple words that made the whole Universe feel smaller than before. The Rani and her experiments always seemed to pop up wherever he went. And now she was on Earth. Again.

Jimmy looked at him from across the room. He could easily read the confusion that hid beneath the surface, something he'd been able to do every since he started fighting the men in metal. "What?" He asked. He didn't step forward and didn't make an attempt to want to see what was on the note. The Doctor looked up and crushed the note in his hand, its spots of tea visible through his fingers. The Doctor didn't respond and instead walked for the window, where sheets of music stood, blowing in the wind from the open window.

"Doctor." Jimmy said, but didn't get any further when the Doctor turned and ran out the door. Jimmy followed, confused once again. When he reached the door, he stopped, dumbfounded.

Outside the door, the exact door and the exact street where he'd closed his dad's eyes exactly ten minutes ago, was nothing. It was nothing but a clean street, a sunny day. It wasn't summer and felt like early autumn or spring. Cars drove their way through the street outside the house, and just by looking at them, made Jimmy feel dizzy. Eight years he had fought the Cybermen, and now they were nowhere to be seen.

But if this was a normal day in London... shouldn't that mean his dad was still alive?

Before the Doctor could stop him, he had run out and was gone after mere seconds. The Doctor, left alone with his hands up high in an attempt to stop the teen, sighed and chased after him. "Jimmy!" He hissed when he finally caught up with him. The teen was standing still, his face all eyes and smiles. The Doctor followed his gaze and found that he stared at a black cab which stopped outside of 221B Baker Street.

"What?" The Doctor said, his own face turning into eyes and smiles. His exclamation was both as a question for Jimmy, as well as one of pure confusion. He had felt a lot of confusion the last hours, but this made his mind work harder than in a long time, and he wasn't sure he liked it. Or the outcome of this.

"That's my dad's cab." Jimmy said and pointed. The Doctor pointed too. "And that's 221B Baker Street. The exact same building we left minutes ago." Jimmy looked at him. "But that's..." He began. "The other way." The Doctor ended and pointed the way from which they'd come. Jimmy turned and pointed the same way, his whole face twisted in confusion. "But..." Jimmy stuttered and looked back at the 221B where his dad's cab was parked. "What...?" He let the question hang in the air. "I don't know. And I don't like it. I thought I knew, but she keeps twisting everything." He added a small "Oh..." before walking back from where they'd come. Jimmy didn't ask, since he'd grown tired of the word for at least a few more hours. Instead, he looked back at the cab and found that two men exited that version of 221B. "Who lives in that building?" He asked and turned to the Doctor. The Doctor looked up, a hand held over his mouth. Before he responded, he unfolded the note. On the back of it, was written two names;

"Sherlock Holmes and John Watson."

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The very people, whose names had been spoken by the Time Lord at the same time, woke up, not lying down, but standing up. They were both standing in some sort of conformation, or what felt like it, since none of them could shift enough to see more than the outskirts of each others. When John Watson opened his eyes, the Detective was already examining their surroundings, as well as the conformation which held John. The first John saw, however, was the metal cord strapped mere centimetres from his face. Out of instinct, he pressed his head backward, but only felt a wall. "Um... Sherlock?" He questioned and looked over at the Detective, who now deduced the ceiling. Sherlock didn't give John a sign that he had heard him, and looked at his own cord. "Upgrade..." He muttered. He would have placed his hands under his chin if he hadn't been held down by similar cord on each side of his arms. "What?" John asked. "Upgrade, John." He repeated and would have waved his hand about if he weren't in his current position. John recalled what the Cyberman had said after it had done something to Clara. "Into what?" He asked. His question was answered before Sherlock even had the chance. "Into one of them, of course. What else would you believe? A unicorn?" John squirmed at the sound of the voice, which was as cold as ice and all too cheery for the situation. Both he and Sherlock leaned forward to try and get a good view of the newcomer, but she scoffed a small laugh and walked into their line of sight.

The woman was short and her clothing showed how skinny she was. Long black hair hung around her face like curtains and the eyes were dark. A toothy grin, which would've gone from ear to ear if it had been able to, was placed in the middle of her face. The woman was beautiful, but the almost crazed cheeriness ruined the picture.

Sherlock was the first to speak. "Who are you?" The woman looked almost disappointed when she turned to him. "Who I am? Don't they teach you anything?" She asked and waved her forefinger from side to side, as if she was lecturing a child of what to do and not to do. "I did give you clues, though. So you can't exactly blame me." Something clicked in the back of John's mind. "You're that woman. The woman with the note." He said. The grin was back. "Good boy! Now.., did you figure out my little clue?" She asked. "Rain Always Neglects Impossibilities." Sherlock said. "I thought it was quite clever when I figured it out." She said and gave a smug grin. "Turns out the world's only Consulting Detective couldn't figure it out." Now she sounded almost disappointed. "Capital letters. RANI...?" John tried. Both of them had studied the note several times since they´d been given it. "Rani." She corrected with another smile. "Are you sure you're the detective? Might as well be your friend here." She sat down on a chair in front of the two. "Where's Clara? And Danny?" John added. Both he and Sherlock ignored her remark.

The Rani´s smile wavered and she looked between the detective and his blogger. "Alive." She responded. Sherlock rolled his eyes. "It´s too obvious that they are alive. But where are they?" He asked. "Questions, questions. Aren´t you happy that they are alive?" Sherlock sighed at this. "Might be. But we also want to know where they are."

The Rani bobbed her head from side to side, as if she was thinking of what to say next. "It´s quite obvious." Now it was John´s time to sigh. The Rani mimicked his sigh and uncomfortable position in the conformation, and added a smile at the end. Even after a short time visit, John was growing tired of her smiles. Too crazy with too white teeth that could blind anyone.

"What is this for then? These conformations? Upgrading?" Sherlock cut off. The Rani turned to him. So did John, or tried at least. The last word hadn't been spoken by Sherlock. Sherlock himself felt uncomfortable with the way the word sounded, but he knew it wasn't him doing the speaking.

All three, two of them doing their best to see the doorway, looked at the massive metal man by the door, its hand clutching a lever.

"Upgrading in process."

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A/N; Again; sorry! But here you go! Even if the Rani might not be like this in any encounter, this is the one I'll be sticking with. Somehow, it felt a bit good to write her this way, but it's up to you to tell me what you think. I'm not sure when next part will be up, but hopefully I won't be that lazy.

//mathildaHilda