where do we go from here? [EVERYONE]

[dr. john watson]

An empty pool was always eerie at night, the lights dim and the slight sounds of water within the pool moving. However, the eeriness took on a whole new level tonight along with danger and fear. Moments ago there were a bomb jacket that was on him, the same one Sherlock stripped off him. At the moment, it was relief and he was able to joke how it was good no one saw Sherlock ripping off his clothes. Of course John liked Sherlock, well it was more than that. Admiration, Respect, Care was just some of things he felt for the other male. But to be honest with himself, he liked Sherlock more than he should. John knew his feelings would never be returned because the other man was married to his work but John couldn’t help them.

With the red laser sights of the snipers off them, John couldn’t help but to stare at Sherlock as he sat there leaned up against something in the pool house. His eyes were looking the tall man over. John wanted to really show Sherlock how thankful he was, how he wanted to stand up and pull the other male in for a kiss but he couldn’t move. All the worry and fear as well acting brave drained him and he couldn’t seem to get his legs to work at the moment. But then the red sights were back on them, more than one. His pale green eyes looked up at Sherlock with such trust when the other man pointed the gun at the bomb that had been slide across the floor.

John was sure he could tackle Sherlock into the pool before bomb were to go off. Sure a gun shoot wound might wound them but they would be protected by the blast from the water or so he hoped. While it was just one idea of what were to happen if nothing else were to come up in the next matter of moments. Either way it had been a honor to know Sherlock in the time that he had and to have so much given back to him thanks to the other male. He just hoped that Sherlock knew that than again, he was sure that Sherlock knew among other things….


John woke up, not really sure what had happened. There was the feeling of something hard and cool that he was lying on. He wondered if this was the floor of the pool or was he elsewhere? Was his life over and he was waking up in the afterlife if there was such a thing? A part of him was afraid to open his eyes, to face a world without Sherlock or to find out that his life was really over and this was in deed the afterlife. However the voices around him, unfocused and seeming really off in the distant told him other wise. Slowly he opened his eyes, the lights seemed too bright and he closed his eyes again.

Then a wave nausea washed over him, he rolled over and climbed to all fours before he ended up getting sick. A groan was given, the pounding in his head seem much worse than it did when he first opened his eyes. But as things came back to him, his eyes grew wide and he stood up quicker than he should which caused him to stumble. His eyes looked around fast and nervous, wondering if Sherlock was okay… ”Sherlock….” His voice weak and quiet as he tried to find his partner of sorts.

Even though he wasn’t a hundred percent or even really there at the moment. He took in the fact that everyone was dressed differently there were a few in clothing that looked familiar to him but then there was some guy dressed in WW2 Clothing, another that looked Victorian and finally a women in some weird battle uniform that he wasn’t familiar with at all. And he wondered if this was some strange custom party and he had too much too drink.

None of that really mattered to John, he needed to know Sherlock was okay and that he was somewhere around her. He leaned against one of the walls until he could get his bearings and starting to feel better.

[lancelot du lac]

Blood. Battle. The flash of merciless steel and the cries of the men around him. And her. He was doing this for her, he knew that much. He realised it was stupid, but he couldn't help himself. This could be the last thing he could do for her, and it wasn't like he was planning on doing anything else. She probably wouldn't even thank him. He didn't even know why he was doing this.

The sweat and grime and blood would have, long ago, churned his stomach to the point of revulsion, but now it was just something he'd gotten used to, that he could care less for. As he managed to push away and cut down the impeding Saxon warrior, he turned around to resettle his focus on the bastard who had dared go near Guinevere.

That was when he saw it. The arrow. He knew, somehow, that it would be the last blow dealt to him, and he knew what he would do when it hit...it really was the last thing he would do for her...

It was so bright...

Lancelot's eyes flickered open, and the light immediately shot a jolt up to his already aching head. He could hear voices nearby, but he didn't get up for a long while. All he could think of was that he'd probably ended up in Arthur's dratted heaven, and if all this noise was God's work, he was going to find the man and kill him. That would be something to talk about...

Some words started to filter through, though. People were trying to figure out where they were. He opened his eyes to slits, taking in the strangely clothed forms of the people around him. It was mindboggling, really, for a medieval knight to see all this. Especially one scratched, bruised and covered with blood. Where were his swords? Oh, there they were.

...no-one would notice him, would they? His eyes flickered over to the door, and he set his jaw grimly. Without a word or a glance to the gathered group, he moved toward it. Let's see what this stupid heaven had in store for him next...

[melinda gordon]

Melinda woke up and looked around confused as she put her hand on her head. "Ouch, what just happened?" she sighed. She right away could tell that something was wrong as she wasn't where she belonged and she had no idea what happened. Melinda figured that she was kidnapped or something but wasn't sure by whom and when but she didn't like it. Which she had no reason to because she was away where she didn't belonged. She was worried that she was gonna stay there for a long time if she didn't find away out. If there was a way out at all. Which she hope there was but doubt it. After all Melinda had no idea where was she and how long was she even there but she did knew that she wished to go back home. She couldn't understand why someone would do that to her. Melinda shock her head from this thoughts as she stood up and walked around. Melinda felt a little dizzy from laying on the ground for as long as she did. However, she tried to ignored that feeling as she walked slowly and carefully not to fall. Eventually so the dizziness past and she felt a lot better. Physically anyways, not much emotionally so. The whole thing still confused and worried her a great deal. Melinda hoped to see her husband and child soon, as she missed them very much. Melinda wasn't sure when and if she will see them again. That thought alone scared and upset her. After all they were her family and she needed them no matter what. She lost Jim once but she got him back and she didn't wish to lose him again. Just as she didn't want to lose her. As Melinda thought all of this thought she just walked around the place. She saw other people there which made it slightly easier, because she wasn't alone. Yet, it still didn't really help much.

She looked around for sometime to talk to. Most people seemed busy or not woken up yet. Melinda jut sighed to that as she tried to find the door out of the place. She wasn't sure if there was away out, just as she wasn't sure that she wanted to know what was out side. All Melinda knew was that she was in a place got knows where and she didn't know anyone. Other then that she had no clue about anything. She did knew that if her family and friends noticed that she was missing then they were most definitely worried that was for sure. If they didn't know she was missing yet then it was no doubt that sooner or later they would find out. Once they found out they would definitely look for her. Melinda hoped that it was all just a nightmare and that she will wake up soon. So far she was still there wherever there was. Which she was planning to do all that she could to find out everything that she possibly could. "What's going on?" she looked around hoping that someone who understood the situation would explain it to her. All that she hoped was that none of the people inside with her were actually evil or that would be rather terrible that was for sure. Melinda looked at herself, glad that she had still her usual cloths on that she wore that morning. That was a plus. he didn't wish to wear cloths that she had no clue about. Melinda shock her head from the new thought that came to her and concentrated on finding her way out. It took her a while but she saw a door not to far from her.

Just as she was making her way to the door someone else was doing the same thing. Not that it surprised her, after all the place was unfamiliar and therefore it wasn't exactly the safest place ever. Then again she had no idea if out side was safe or not. However, Melinda decided to risk it as she followed the guy out. Melinda didn't wish to stay there, for one she didn't know anyone and two she felt like she would choke without some fresh air. Melinda hurried to wards the door. She didn't care who got to the door first as long as she too could get out of the place . Melinda was rather to explore outside then do nothing at all. It didn't surprise her so that she got no answer. it was either no one heard her or they ignored her. Which she figured didn't matter anyway as she would find the answers herself. Even if she rather someone told her but she wasn't going to force anyone to reply to her.

[rose tyler]

It was the argument. Most everyone had small arguments here and there, but this one, well, this one was highly different. She honestly did not know how it had started. Perhaps with some sort of off hand comment or another that Rose simply did not catch on that made his blood boil. It wasn't hard to get him angry those days, and it wasn't like she was looking to get him upset. In fact, she was attempting to do the opposite. He was always so full of emotion. Quick to turn deadly in a second, yet normally she knew how to calm him down. The half human, half time lord. The Meta-Crisis Doctor.

He had begun to yell at her, stating how much she had missed the actual Doctor, how she wished he would be more like him. Once again, her attempts to tell him the truth, that she thought neither of those things were futile. He simply did not believe her. He often felt that she was comparing him to the man that she had loved. Never once did he realize that she had in turn loved him differently. Apparently, that wasn't enough.

Rose was going to attempt to calm him down. She usually could, it was sort of like a gift of hers. When he went on yelling, she moved slowly to take his hand, look into his eyes, and say three little words. Three little words that might have meant nothing to him, but it meant all the world to her. “I love you..” Usually that was enough to get him to stop, to get him to snap out of it. However, this time it did not work. It only made things worse.

She could vaguely remember yelling back at him, finally snapping under her calm demeanor. It had hurt him, and it had hurt her too. To the point where she knew that she was going to have to leave. They needed space, needed time to think. She was going to give that to him, to find that he had been changing. Changing into something that she had feared. She did not want a life with that man. She wanted a life with the old Meta-Crisis. So, packing her suitcase, Rose gave him one last look before turning the door and walking right outside.

Her eyes slightly opened to the room, taking a minute from the eyelids to become unglued from being stuck together for god knows how long. Staring up at the ceiling, she drew in a short breath. Good, still breathing. That could mean that she wasn't dead after all. Which would be nice. After the argument that she had with her 'boyfriend' or whatever you want to call him, Rose didn't want those to be her final words to him. So she was breathing, but was she completely unscathed? The floor was moderately cold, so the next thing she thought of was to simply sit up.

Now that was a horrible, awful idea. Her head was spinning, it felt like she had been hit by a truck or some other vehicle of transportation. Rose blinked rapidly as the room before her spun. Her hand slightly moved to her head, and couldn't help but groan a bit. It took a moment, but the room finally stood in it's place. She realized that this wasn't the front yard to her home back in Pete's world. That she didn't have her suitcase with her; and that she wasn't alone. Not in the slightest.

There were others just like her. Either standing, or some even still unconscious. Her eyes went to each of them. To say that she had cared for their well being would have been a lie. In fact she was looking for one person. Her Meta-Crisis Doctor. To her dismay, she couldn't find him anywhere, although there seemed to be a way out of the room. Rose was caught with the dilemma, on whether to go or to stay.


In any other circumstance, she would of helped these people. Rose would have been sitting there trying to figure out what had happened, who they were, and how to get back home. The truth being though, was that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't be that leader. Her plans hardly ever worked, and the only reason she could save the day was the help of the Doctor. So in essence, she was just as helpless as all of them. There was only one option left, and that was to find her Doctor. Seeing as he wasn't in the room, she had only hoped that he was there with what ever laid behind that door. So ignoring the others, she moved to it, and into a world that she had never even dreamed of.