Jim paced the floors of the dark room in anticipation while Sophie sat in the corner with her back to the wall and knees to her chest. The sun had just began to rise, forcing light into the darkness in a way that almost felt hopeful, though there was little hope left.
She tried to stay awake all…
You have a- a sp- aceship… Of course you do.
That’s right! She’s nothing fancy and definitely not TARDIS quality, but she’s mine. I’ve even fixed her up with her very own vortex manipulator for time traveling! Time Lord DNA can be so useful when it comes to understanding gadgetry.
Alright… If you really have this “spaceship”, then take me to it…
Wait… You want to go spaceshipping with me? Is this a companion thing? This is a companion thing, isn’t it?
Yes! I’ve got a companion! I think!
…My ship is on your roof, actually, under a perception filter. Er, sorry. I’ve heard a lot of interesting things about 221 Baker Street, so I decided to pop by, and that was just too good of a parking spot to pass by.
So. Onwards to spaceshipping, yes?
Woah, woah, woah! I can’t just take off with you! I don’t even know you and my mum will notice I’m gone!
Aw… Well, maybe once you know me enough to be convinced that I won’t kidnap you and sell you to Raxacoricofallapatorians or something.
That doesn’t mean you can’t see my ship, though! Let’s see, what’s the fastest way to get to the roof?
((Unfortunately, I must leave now and attempt to make sleep happen. Later, lovely.))
Fine… One trip. If it is a real spaceship.
And there’s a stairwell leading to the roof over here.
((Alright, we’ll finish this tomorrow. :) ))
Sophie walked down the side of Baker Street, grocery bags in both arms that were gradually slipping from her grip. She could see the door to 221C in the distance and sighed, thinking of getting to sit down and rest her tired feet when her shoe hit a bump in the pavement and sent her, and the…
Sherlock stopped and peered down at the girl that he hadn’t spoken with since he had taken her to the crime scene. “Hello. Having trouble?” Sherlock spoke flatly not being one to apologize or seem to even be sorry for anything he did, ever.
“Is it that obvious?” Sophie asked, picking up the mutilated remains of… to be honest, she couldn’t even tell.
“Still upset?” Sherlock said crossing his arms looking down at her with a blank expression on his face.
She gave up and sat down on the pavement. “Well, yeah, a bit. That was £30 worth of food and now I have to walk all the way back to the shop.” She rested her elbows on her knees and her jaw moved angrily from side to side. Sophie sighed. “How are you? Feeling any better?”
“What’s wrong with me? Something is worng with me. I was… nice. I’m never nice.” Sherlock muttered to himself a bit bitterly before grabbing John’s gun that he had shoved into the cusions of his armchair and aimed for the wall.
Sophie dropped to the floor as a bullet flew over her head. She pushed the mess of curls out of her face and looked up to see John just as shocked. “Sherlock, I don’t mind if you shoot the wall, it’s not my flat, but please aim the gun away from my head!”
Sophie waved goodbye to Sherlock and opened the door to 221C, setting the keys in a dish and making her way to the kitchen. “Where have you been?” Her mother entered the room in a rush, immediately coming to her daughters side. “I’ve been worried sick. I sent you out over two hours ago!”
“Sorry, Mum.” Sophie said breathlessly, taking things out of paper bags and setting them on the small round table. “I was almost home when I tripped and dropped everything. Had to go back.”
“How’d you pay for it all?”
“I ran into Sherlock Holmes from 221B and he lend me a bit of money.”
“What?” Amy asked, leaning back against the counter. “How much?”
“Just twenty quid.”
“I know, I know.” Sophie insisted, shrugging around her mother to the fridge. “I’ll pay him back.”
“Good girl.” She said, grinning and pushing a lock of hair out of her daughters face. She got a glimpse of Sophie’s injured hand as she reached for a can of beans that sat on the counter top and grabbed her wrist, bringing it close.
“I’m fine, Mum! Really. It’s just a little scratch.”
“Oh, come here.” She turned the cold water on and stuck her hand in the sink. Sophie winced and snatched her arm back. Amy sighed. Her expression turned sad. “Soph,” she started. “You know, you don’t have to be the only person taking care of you. That’s what I’m here for.”
“I know, Mum.”
She stared at Sophie with concerned eyes for a long, uncomfortable moment before waving her hand and saying, “Alright.”
Sophie grabbed her jacket and started towards the door. “Wait, where are you going now?”
“Just upstairs. I’ll be back after while.”
She opened the door. “I love you!”
“Love you too.” And at that the conversation was over.
Sophie’s heart pounded as she waited in the silence of 221B. So many things were running through her mind that she couldn’t keep up. Who was J. Moriarty? What did he want with her? Was she safe? More importantly was her mum safe back home? Obviously Sherlock wasn’t going to answer her questions as he wasn’t paying attention to anything outside the sound of his own voice.
Her glance continued to alternate between the clock and the window. It was already dark outside, not that it made a difference. She wouldn’t be able to identify him even if it were day, but something gave her an over-whelming feeling as if he were going to materialize from the darkness. As if he were the darkness.
The words of that one stranger echoed in her mind like a whisper. Sleep with one eye open. He is a nasty, nasty man. This Moriarty is no good, especially when bored. Is this what boredom can drive some to do? Things so terrifying that it sends countless people into a state of panic?
She shook her head. Best not think about that. Hopefully John would be home soon and she wouldn’t feel quite so alone.
Sophie got up and walked to the window, pushing the curtains away and staring out into the darkness as if to say “I’m not afraid. Come and find me.”
OMG THIS !
Kids 13 & under, take note of the last part. It is very important. I miss THIS DISNEY. .
Can I go back in time?
omfg lizzie mcguire was my life :(
I need a bucket for my tears. Honestly. I miss this so much.
Oh my gosh!!! This was my life!!!!!
Phil of the Future, Tia & Tamera, Lizzie McGuire, and Christy Carlson Romano?! I can’t stop crying at my childhood beign gone. They need to do like they’re doing for the 90s Nick, and bring these shows back. They were all my life. <3
This was my CHILDHOOD! Bring back the old disney! :’(
My childhood! It hurts!