Doctor Who: 221b Finale

Pyramid, Center of the Universe

There is no time, time has no meaning here

The TARDIS began to shake from the inside, John screamed as he tumbled around the vast space of the police call box. Sherlock and the Doctor held onto the console for dear life as the Doctor laughed gleefully while also piloting the plummeting craft.

"What is going on!?" John screamed as he fell past them again.

"Well, charting a course for a place I've never been to is by itself a challenge, then throw in the fact that the Figure's fortress; this 'Pyramid' has it's own defenses which are trying with all their gun-y might to take us down."

"I thought the Figure wanted us to face him!" Sherlock shouted over the noise.

"He's a villain! When do they ever make sense!?" The Doctor shouted back.

"In real life!" Sherlock replied.

"Please, I haven't been there in a millennial!"

On a display, the Pyramid came into view. Obviously, strikingly similar to the Egyptian pyramids but the only difference being it's jet black appearance and the fact that it floated through space like a hovership. Beams of light shot from several cannons dotting each side of the Pyramid. While many missed their target, several hit the TARDIS' hull, causing massive havoc with the controls and nervousness to the Doctor.

"Come on you beautiful bucket of rusty time traveling bolts!" The Doctor strained while wrestling with a lever that refused to turn. "I promise I will polish every inch of you if you just work!"

Almost as if the TARDIS heard him, the console sparked and began flashing red.

"Fine, be that way!" The Doctor shouted.

The TARDIS flew at a collision course with the Pyramid. Finally, the TARDIS crashed through the Pyramid's wall and into it's inner workings.

Inside the TARDIS, John was in the corner throwing up again. Sherlock was slumped up against the console while the Doctor strolled around like everything was normal. Suddenly, a small flame poked from the console, which sent the Doctor in a craze to put it out.

He came back with a blue fire extinguisher and thoroughly doused the small candle flame in the fire goo whatever it is.

"Doctor," Sherlock said quietly. "If we die, I was meaning to ask you."

The Doctor kneeled down beside Sherlock. "Yes?"

"Why do you wear a bow tie?" He asked.

The Doctor gasped in shock and stood up. Adjusting his bow tie, he jutted his chin and said. "Bow ties are cool. As are fezzes, and other funny hats."

"No, no they are not and no, fezzes are not cool." Sherlock said.

The Doctor scoffed. "Naysayer."

The Doctor opened the door to the TARDIS and stepped out. The interior of the Pyramid was even more formidable than the outside. It was completely hollow and it spanned hundreds of kilometers in either direction. Far down in the center, the Doctor could see the Figure standing on a raised platform.

An aura of darkness surrounded the TARDIS as it suddenly began to lift off the floor by itself and move towards the Figure with Sherlock and John inside.

The Doctor sighed. "You are not running away again!" He said as he jumped off a ledge and grabbed the bottom of the craft.

Now the Doctor was hanging to his own ship as it slowly levitated towards the center of the Pyramid. The door opened and John poked his head out.

"Doctor! What is happening!?" He shouted.

"Oh, hello John. I've no idea!" He replied cheerfully.

The TARDIS began to shake uncontrollably as it neared the center. As he held on, the Doctor noticed the hull begin to crack as beams of light shot out from it's blue surface.

"Sherlock, John!" He shouted. "Jump!"

"Why!?" Came the reply.

"Just do it!" The Doctor shouted back.

Sherlock and John leaped from the TARDIS and landed on the center harmlessly. The TARDIS kept moving even as it passed over the Figure. The cracks kept spreading as the Doctor looked for the safest place to land.

The Doctor sighed. "Geronimo!" He screamed as he let go of the TARDIS as it broke apart into an infinite number of pieces. The Doctor landed on the floor and rolled with little grace but tons of flare.

He jumped to his feet as the Figure turned to face him. Sherlock and John stood at the other side, unsure of what to do.

"Doctor, I knew you'd come." The Figure said.

"Well, I knew you knew I'd come." The Doctor replied wryly.

"You are a fool to crack jokes, even after your precious TARDIS is gone." The Figure mocked.

The Doctor scoffed. "I stole it once, I'll steal it again."

"You truly are brave, to bring the source of all our conflict. Right into my very home." The Figure said. Turning to look back at Sherlock.

"Sherlock?" What's he have to do with this? Besides the fact you tried to wipe his very existence Terminator style." John said.

"John!" Sherlock hissed.

"What?"

"I don't think an immortal alien has ever heard of Terminator!" He said.

"You never know!" John replied.

"Silence!" The Figure screamed. "Sherlock is the key to everything! Tell me, Doctor, have you heard of the Exiles?"

"A group of Time Lords who were banished and had their memories wiped for some heinous action long before we harnessed the power of regeneration." The Doctor said.

"Mr. Holmes from 1886 was no ancestor of Sherlock. He was Sherlock. A reincarnation, a Time Lord." the Figure said.

"Me? A Time Lord? One of him?" Sherlock said, pointing to the Doctor. "No."

"The Time Lords were so thorough with your memories that you never remembered your previous lives but they are there and you've interacted with one."

"You can't be serious!" John shouted.

"How do you think Sherlock possessed a genius level intellect from before he could read? Knowledge, gathered from an uncountable number of lives. All stored in the brain of one Sherlock Holmes."

"What about my family? My brother, mother?" Sherlock asked.

The Figure smiled behind his shroud. "The Time Lords were not above deception."

Sherlock sighed. "You lying piece of shit!" Sherlock screamed.

"Ah, the pent up emotion of millions of years spent bottling it up. Finally unleashed! Now, it will happen. Thousands of lives worth of regeneration."

Sherlock burst into a conduit of an orange glow. The shock wave from the burst alone sent John hurtling towards the Doctor. He landed besides the shocked time traveler who helped him to his feet.

"What's happening!?" John screamed.

"Just what he said! Thousands of lives in a single regeneration! This is what the Figure wanted, not to kill Sherlock, but to lead him here and absorb the limitless energy!"

The Figure began to hover weightlessly above the blinding light that was Sherlock. The orange aura began to funnel into the Figure's body, which slowly became bulkier and more powerful. Eventually, the regeneration completed and an exhausted Sherlock fell to the floor, unconscious.

The Figure turned to face the Doctor and John. He laughed at John's scared expression. "Now, how do you hope to stop me!?" He bellowed.

"You never really answered my question, what are you!?" The Doctor asked, trying to stay firmly planted where he stood against the howling wind that stirred around the Pyramid.

"I was there at the Creation. When every speck in the universe took shape. My order oversaw everything, the evolution of the Time Lords and the creation of the Daleks. The Time War and the Genocide. I am your fear. You are the last Time Lord. But, I, I am the Time Master!"

"Have you ever heard of them!?" John shouted over the howl.

The Doctor shrugged, or at least tried to. Suddenly, the wind stopped and the Figure knocked John away with a small blast of energy. The Doctor fell to the floor with a groan.

"You see my power, Doctor. You see your hopelessness. You see your weakness! Now tell me; Doctor, how do you hope to stop me? I am a god! What are you!?"

The Doctor winced and looked up into the Figure's glowing eyes. "I'm the mad man with a screwdriver!" He said bashfully.

He jumped to his feet and waved his screwdriver in the air. "And an endless supply of Time And Relative Dimension in Space!"

A portal opened up and from it, a new TARDIS came flying through. The Doctor, ducked to avoid it as it hurtled at the Figure. He screamed as the time machine landed on top of him.

"And you know what else Time And Relative Dimension In Space has? Self Implode!" The Doctor screamed happily.

He waved the screwdriver around again and the TARDIS imploded in on itself with the Figure along with it. The Figure screamed loudly but it was canceled out as the TARDIS broke into microscopic pieces.

The Doctor put the screwdriver away and ran to Sherlock's aid. He was weak, but not dead.

"Sherlock!" He shouted. "Wake up!"

Sherlock didn't wake up.

The Doctor sighed. "I hate doing this."

The Doctor burst into a regenerative state and guided the beams into Sherlock's body. The marks on his body returned to normal and the Doctor could now hear a faint pulse.

Suddenly, Sherlock took in a deep breath and sat up. John came running. "Easy now," he said. "You've just been through the ringer."

"The Figure!" Sherlock said loudly.

"He's gone. The Doctor took care of that." John reassured.

Sherlock laid back on the floor. "I cannot thank you enough. I'll never forget you, Doctor." He said breathlessly.

"Well, about that." The Doctor said.

"What?" Sherlock asked.

"I may not agree with their tactics in the past, Sherlock. But the Time Lords wiped your memory and banished you for a reason. If you ever reclaimed all of your memories, I fear what would happen."

"What are you saying?" Sherlock asked, a little afraid.

"I'm so sorry, Sherlock."

The Doctor put his hands on the Doctor's temples and closed his eyes. They stood their for a moment before the Doctor let go. He opened his eyes as Sherlock drifted to sleep.

"What did you do?" John asked.

"I made sure he never remembers me or this adventure. It'd be too dangerous to let them stay." The Doctor said.

John sighed. "What about me? Will you erase my memory too?"

"John," the Doctor said as he stood up. "I'm trusting you to keep my secret. He must never know about any of this."

John and the Doctor stood over the unconscious Sherlock. Alone in the Pyramid, it began to fade away from it's master's passing. A third TARDIS appeared with the signature whooshing sound.

"There's your ride home." The Doctor said.

/

Sherlock awoke on the floor of 221b. He was looking up at a missing tile in the ceiling as dust rained down on him. With a groan, he sat up and John came to his aid.

"What happened?" Sherlock asked.

"You clumsy idiot! You fell from the ceiling trying to repair a cable!" He said.

"Was that it?" Sherlock asked.

John shook his head. "No."

Sherlock sighed. "For some odd reason. I've the want to say 'Geronimo." He said.

"Well, how about another catchphrase?'" John asked.

Sherlock looked over at John and smiled. "How about 'Elementary, my dear Watson?'"

John Watson nodded. "I like that one."

"Well," Sherlock said. "Allons-y, Mr. Watson!"

"Umm, no." John said.