Secrets Beetween Dimensions - The Origin of the Books

From creature to creator

"Is everybody here?" The Doctor asked, turning on the TARDIS controls.

"Jenny, we're running away," Riv warned the communicator. "I suggest you do the same, my dear."

"I'm already on the flight route," the young woman replied. "Good luck to you."

The Doctor frowned. Jenny was doing everything but fleeing so why would she say she is?

"Jenny ... what's going on ... really?"

-Well ... ab 429-O-674" She told the Doctor that she put the coordinates on Tardis

"What's going on?" Riv asked the Doctor.

"Guess what?... she's just being YOUR daughter." The timelady ran and opened the door to Tardis, which was on the side of a building in Skaro.

"Hey daddy!" Jenny jumped stylishly into the TARDIS and nodded.

"It's time to come with us, don't you think?" Doctor looked at her, not so angry.

"I'm sorry, but I wanted to see you again." Jenny shrugged.

Sherlock and Arthur watched as the family organized, sitting side by side in a corner of the command room.

"What is this place Mr. Holmes?" The boy asked.

"It's my home," the Doctor intruded in her usual way, "and my incredible carriage."

The Tardis made a noise, scaring the boy, which made the Doctor laugh.

"Impressive," Artie said, "but the metal monsters were gone too. I didn't understand what they wanted to do with me. I was taken from school and suddenly I was here."

"Well ..." Sherlock sighed to organize his thoughts. "You really like my investigations, don't you?"

The Doctor sighed and snapped her lips.

"Well ... I think this is conversation between ... father and son." She puffed her cheeks uncomfortably and walked away from him muttering "good luck" to Sherlock.

"Yeah, I like it a lot. I think a Study in Scarlet is brilliant and Sign of the Four is kind of silly at times, but that's Dr. Watson's fault. Don't tell him that. I always read on the Strand."

"I can gather that you know me very well," Sherlock went on, "and so the metal monsters took you. They call themselves daleks. Some time ago they wanted me to be their leader."

"And if it was not Dr. Watson who wrote them and if I didn't exist or was just his" imaginary friend "?

Sherlock said that uncomfortably with a knot in his chest. Talking it out loud made everything more ... real.

"But why?" Arthur was confused. "Is that what they wanted with me?" They choose me as their leader? How?"

"Apparently they judge which humans are so cold and insensitive to the point of being considered machines," the elder replied, "they thought I was."

"But I'm not like that." The boy became desperate. "I'm sure I'm human."

"Of course you are, Arthur" Sherlock looked into his eyes, emphasizing every word "for you know me too much and think I'm insensitive, they think you're too."

"Ah," Arthur sighed thoughtfully, "I'm not like that."

"Many people read your stories ... why me?" The boy asked confused.

"Yes" Sherlock gave him a sad smile "you'll write stories about me and the Daleks thought you created me because of it."

"I what?" Confusion took over the boy's face "no, what do you mean? You already exist ... how do you know I'm going to write your stories?"

"It's much more complicated than you think," the detective sighed, "but no matter what, write my stories if you want, don't feel obligated."

"I'll go then," Arthur decided, sounding much more relieved, "I'm going to write the adventures of my very clever neighbor and his best doctor friend and very brave. Exactly as I remember you, the way I read it on Strand and the way I know you are."

"Thank you, Arthur." Sherlock smiled. "You honor me very much."

"You're welcome Mr. Holmes" Arthur smiled back.

Soon Sherlock managed to send a telegram to Emily through the TARDIS, warning that all was well and that soon they would return home.