The Doctor knew what was going to happen. So he made sure that John and the Winchesters were out of the flat when Moriarty came to visit.
He took them to investigate the demon problem. Their first destination was the pool.
Sam frowned. “There was definitely a demon here.”
"You were right, Doc." Dean said.
"Yes, sometimes that’s not very reassuring." The Doctor replied.
"How powerful a demon was it? Is there a way to tell?" John questioned.
"Well-" Sam began.
He was interrupted by footsteps echoing in the room. “Hello, boys.” A familiar voice said. The body belonging to the voice stepped in.
"Oh, hello Crowley. It’s been awhile." The Doctor said.
"You changed your face again. I don’t like this one as much. You look far younger, it doesn’t suit you."
The Doctor shrugged. “What can I say, I’m an old soul.”
Crowley rolled his eyebrows. “I actually have work to do after this, so can I just go?”
"I thought you had something to tell me?"
Watson and the Winchesters looked at the Doctor with varying levels of confusion at the Time Lord’s question.
Crowley smirked. “I was informed shortly after coming here that another arrangement has been made to
get the message to you in a more efficient method.”
Dean frowned. “Then why the hell are we still here?”
"Dean, stop. We’re leaving now. Goodbye Crowley."
The demon nodded and left.
The Doctor looked at his watch. Good, right on time. He turned and began leading the others out.
As they were walking out, John received a text from Sherlock: ‘Something unusual. Need the Doctor. Hurry back. -SH’
John showed the Doctor the message and he nodded.
When they arrived, Sherlock was laying on the couch, eyes closed and hands beneath his chin. His phone lay on his chest, the message open. The Doctor picked it up and read it. His eyes widened and he dropped the phone.
"Oh dear…" He whispered.
"Yes, I was afraid you’d say that." Sherlock said, not moving or opening his eyes. "I assume that’s what you were telling me about?"
Sherlock frowned. “Demons run when a good man goes to war… Night will fall and drown the sun when a good man goes to war… Friendship dies and true love lies, night will fall and the dark will rise when a good man goes to war… Demons run, but count the cost… The battle’s won, but the child is lost…”
The Doctor nodded and sat down.
"It’s about you, supposedly, am I right?" The detective guessed.
"Yes, that’s what I was told."
"But we can all see the discrepancy there, can’t we?" He said.
"Um, what are we talking about?" John chimed in.
The Winchesters had already gotten bored and left for lunch.
"The poem. The legend, or perhaps prophesy, of Demon’s Run. Supposedly about our friend here. But what I don’t understand is why this is relevant."
"It isn’t yet. But it means we have much less time than we were supposed to. At least a few weeks less. Sherlock, I assume you’ve figured out what you need to do and how."
"I still have a few dozen variables left to calculate. But yes." The detective nodded.
"I’d be glad to help."
"I’d like to do this on my own, Doctor, you understand I’m sure."
"Yes. I’ll leave you to it then."
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