A wholock story

Chapter 14

Rose breathed a sigh of relief, at least she'd no longer have a stressed time lord on her back!

"You're in?! Really!" The doctor exclaimed happily.

"Yes, so if you wouldn't mind skipping to the part where everyone was violently murdered then that would be very much appreciated." Sherlock snapped, all of a sudden looking bored as though he hadn't just agreed to go on an alien hunt with a stranger he'd met a few days ago.

"Um, right. Ok then. I guess you're going to need to know what we're up against then?" Rose questioned, looking expectantly towards the doctor who was nodding along with her words.
Rose, Sherlock and John looked on in silence at the time lord who stood looking back, confusion growing across his face.

"Oh, you mean me?!" He exclaimed, pointing at his chest.

"Yes!" Rose giggled, taking a sat next to John.

"Oh right well then. The weeping angels have been around for, pffft ages, longer than I have anyway. Some say they're the oldest civilisation but I'm not so sure. They're pretty much just kind assassins. One touch from a weeping angel will send you whizzing back in time just far enough so that you die on the day you left. The angels then feed off of the days you could have had. It's all a bit wibbly really but you'll get there."

John looked completely perplexed but as always Sherlock's face remained passive, not showing wether he understood or not, so the time lord continued.

"Normally I'd say that the angels aren't every but could be any statue, but in this case, it is quite literally every statue."

"I don't understand." John admitted.

The doctor looked across at Rose, a silent plea to know wether what he was about to do was the right thing. Catching on, she nodded.
The corner of the time lords mouth turned upwards into a smirk and he pounced onto the controls.

Both John and Sherlock gripped the edges of the seats as the ship began to shudder. Rose danced around the controls with the doctor, pushing buttons she knew she was allowed to when it was her time. Soon enough, the TARDIS stopped shaking and the doctor wandered back round to where the two men were still holding on for dear life.

"Wanna meet an angel?" He smirked.

Sherlock sprung to his feet in an instant, followed slowly by a more reluctant John and made their way behind Rose to the doors. The blonde pulled the door open and stepped out, instantly recognising where they were.

"We've moved?!" " John exclaimed.

"Good to see your confusion hasn't inhibited your ability to state the obvious John." Sherlock threw over his shoulder, walking closer to the metal gate and through, into the garden.

Once again, Rose stayed behind to help John while the doctor jogged to catch up with the detective.

"The statue in the garden." Sherlock said once the alien was walking beside him up the path.

"Well... it was in the hall last time I saw it. But assuming nothing has been able to look at it, it could have moved to anywhere in the house."

"Right, ok then. Into battle." Sherlock said dramatically, placing a hand on the door and pushing it open with his fingers.

The heavy front door swung open with a creak to once again reveal to the men, the exceptionally messy house. Looking down the corridor, it seemed as though the angel had moved.
As the two stepped in cautiously, they saw that all that remained was a small clean patch on the floor where the angel had once stood.

Sherlock slapped his palm against his face, "Oh, Of course."

"Of course?! Of course what?" The doctor asked, suddenly confused by Sherlock's outburst.

"The clean patch. There's another one in the kitchen, right in the middle. When John and I came here a couple of days ago, I thought it was strange how there was just one area that wasn't covered in mess like the rest of the house."

The detective lead the way through into the kitchen and stopped when they could see the patch on the floor.
Realisation spread over the doctor's features and a small smile glittered over his mouth.

"Have you got it?" A sudden voice said from behind them.
The doctor turned around to see Rose standing next to a slightly pale looking John just a meter or so away.

"Oh I've only gone and solved it Rose!" The Time lord beamed, "Look. A man, in his house, minding his own business. Angel gets in but the man figures out quite quickly how these statues work. He stays a few paces ahead of the angel, running through the downstairs. He knocks everything he can find over and covers the floor, thinking that if there's no space the angel can't 'land'. Long story short, the angel catches him in here, poof he's gone which leaves the angels free to move, leaving this clear patch because that was the last place the angel stood."

The doctor beamed triumphantly and looked around at everyone else, revelling in their impressed expressions.

"Well. Nearly." Sherlock spoke.

"Sorry?" The doctor replied, not completely sure what was wrong with his theory.

"The man didn't go 'poof'. A body was found here a couple of days ago and brought into the morgue."

The doctor, and everyone else in the room, remained silent for a few seconds.

"I need to see the bodies again." The doctor announced.

(I'm really sorry about the slow updates, collage happened and life's kicked in. I'm writing when I can but it's not as often as i'd like.)