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Previously:

"Doctors. Is it that hard to go to the Yard? We have discussed this; people are not used at seeing things appearing out of nothing. When something is wrong, you go to our office."

"You know them?" Hawk asked baffled.

Phoenix the young detective, appeared next to Lestrade and crossed his arms whilst leaning against the doorpost. "O yeah, we know them." He shot the Doctors a disapproving look.

Boy, this day was getting weirder and weirder.

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Ten and Eleven sheepishly crossed eyes with each other, while Sherlock threw the book on the desk he was standing next to. With large paces, he crossed the distance between him and the detective inspector.

"George -,"

"Gregg," Lestrade corrected him under his breath, but as usually, Sherlock ignored it and forgot it almost immediately. The inspector figured that this was some kind of progress though, as only the 'o' didn't belong in the name. The rest of the letters was pretty much the same, only in the wrong order.

"- If you know... Does this mean the government also knows about the existence of aliens? Why wasn't I informed?" Sherlock almost seemed indignant.

Phoenix laughed and pushed himself off of the doorpost. "For one simple reason. You aren't authorised." He crossed his arms and stared Sherlock dead in the eye, who glared just as angry back at him.

"They believe I am authorised." He pointed at the Doctors.

Hawk decided to interfere before Phoenix and Sherlock would kill each other. "Let's just all relax. There's nothing they can do about it now to change it, Sherlock." A terrifying thought crossed her mind. "Unless, of course, they have some kind of device just as the Men in Black and they are going to brainwash us!"

They all looked at her if she was crazy.

Sherlock shook his head. "You watch too much television, Hawkins."

"My name is Hawk," she grumbled.

Greg was glad his name was not the only one Sherlock couldn't remember, although Hawkins was her full name... Nevermind. Sherlock just didn't care about him and his name.

Eleven looked at the special watch on his wrist. The time was ticking. He quickly began to explain to Lestrade why they were in Sherlock's apartment. Within five minutes, Phoenix and Lestrade were up to date.

"I see," Lestrade muttered. He sighed, he didn't really like the thought of civilians being in the crossfire, though. Even if it were so-called Hunters. If something would happen, it would be on British ground and therefore, his fault. But it was clear, there was nothing Greg could do or say to change their mind. He nodded at the Doctors. "Very well. Phoenix and I will help you."

Serena smiled and clapped in her hands that broke the silence -- it was scary how fast Eleven had an influence at her with his enthusiastic gestures. "Great. Now that's settled, what's the plan?" She looked at Ten but he shrugged, it was obvious to him that Eleven knew way more about this all, than he did.

Gil felt kind of bad for him. When she had met him, he had seemed so sure of himself but with the arrival of Eleven, that had quickly changed. Ten saw her expression and before he could stop himself, he winked at her, signing that everything was alright. He knew his place and would help wherever he could. Gil's face flushed red which made Ten grin.

With an amused smile, Serena followed their silent conversation that had happend only in a tenth of a second (so, many hadn't probably even noticed it) before returning her attention to Eleven.

"Right, yes," he started when he realised they expected an answer from him. Serena was still a bit amazed by it how fast his concentration on something could disappear. "We need to go to the Big Ben."

To say the least, Serena was suprised by that answer. "Why?"

"That's were Avus will be in a few hours. We need to set up a Devil's Trap before he'll get there."

"Avus?" Gil repeated.

Sam frowned. "That means grandfather."

"How do you know that?" Dean asked confused.

Sam rolled his eyes. "That's basic Latin, Dean."

Serena chuckled at Dean's annoyed expression. She knew he wasn't the best in Latin, he could never remember the exorcism that was completely in Latin. After a while, he had just recorded it on his phone so that he could play it when they encountered a demon. Quite smart, though.

"Avus is the name of the Archdemon," Eleven explained.

"Good to know," Gil muttered. She didn't know why, but she found it strange why Lucifer had created an Archdemon and named it Grandfather. It gave her an odd feeling, as if they were overlooking something.

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With a groan, Michelle opened her eyes. Her head hurt like somebody had danced on it. What had happened? Again a groan escaped her mouth, when she tried to move. She now noticed not only her head hurt, but all of her body.

Flashes of the occurrence before started to get back to her. She had been standing in a clothing shop? The man... The old man, he had said he was her grandfather? What on Earth... Her grandfather had died when she had just been a little girl, and he surely didn't look like him.

Michelle blinked a few times to get her vision back, it was real blurry. That's when she noticed she was not where she had been passed out. Actually, she had no idea where she was.

Wait, was that a bell hanging above her? Where was she, in a clock tower?

With great effort, she pushed herself up and observed the room. The window was a huge, glass clock and even though it was mirrored and massive gearing wheels spun in front of it, she would recognised it everywhere.

But... how did she get inside the Big Ben?

A movement caught her eye and her breath got caught in her throat when she saw the old man from the underground and later in the shop. She was starting to get a bit freaked out by it. Had he brought her up here? But why?

"Who are you?" Michelle demanded to know and the old man stepped closer in the light. His blue eyes pierced through her while he observed her.

"Who are you?" she repeated, her voice slightly trembling.

The man crouched down in front of her and he grinned. Michelle found it a scary sight. The man was old, very old, as the wrinkles were everywhere over his face, but that was not the thing that was scary. He had some kind of aura hanging around him that gave her the creeps. It was as if he was the devil himself.

"You really don't know who I am?" His voice was rasped and deep.

Dubiously, Michelle shook her head slowly. She really didn't know.

"Then let me show you." He grabbed her head between his hands and Michelle's eyes widened in fear. The palms of his hands began to smoke and a dark, almost black, fog spread through the bell chamber.

For the second time today, an unimaginable pain shot through her body and an inaudible scream escaped from her lips. A lonely tear escaped out of the corner of her eye.

What was happening to her?

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A/N: Nahw, poor Michelle. What does he want with her? What is showing to her?

Who knows, who knows...

I am really proud, though. This week I have updated every story I have online! That's like a huge accomplishment to me XD

Anywho, until next chapter!

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