The Demonized (Part Three) [Sci-Fi]

Dean: Oh you have got to be kidding me. Sherlock Holmes? Seriously?

Sherlock: Yes Mr Winchester. Do you have a problem with that?

Dean: N…n…no?

Sherlock: Good.

Gwen: Ok, I’m really confused now…

John: Trust me, with him, you get used to it.

Doctor: Sherlock Holmes?! But you’re…you’re…

Sherlock: Yes?

Everyone looks confused.

Doctor: You’re a…GENIUS!

Sherlock: Thank you.

Doctor: The books based on you are brilliant!

Sherlock: Books?

Doctor: The books! By Sir Arthur Conan Doyle! Hold on…they were written in the Victorian era…

Sherlock: I’ve never heard of them…

Sam: Really? Sign of Three? Study in Scarlet? The Hound of the Baskervilles?

Sherlock looks at Sam sharply upon the mentioning of Baskerville.

John: How does he know about Baskerville?

Dean: I am the only one not buying into this? We cannot seriously be talking to THE Sherlock Holmes. That's just impossible. I mean, he’s not even wearing a deer stalker!

Sherlock: I left it back in Baker Street.

Dean: See he…where?

Sherlock: Baker Street. It’s where I live. Keep up.

Dean doesn’t look happy.

Doctor: Look, I think we’re all missing something really obvious here! Well, there are two very big obvious somethings that are shouting “look at us! We’re two big obvious somethings!”

Jack: What?

Doctor: One is, why are we all here? And two, what the heck are those big blue things?!

Castiel: I might be able to answer the second. But I cannot answer the first.

Jack: Let’s contain them!

Dean: Contain them?! What the hell does that mean?!

Gwen: We’re going to close the holes. If we don’t close them now they’re going to engulf the whole city.

Dean: Hey, woah, how are we supposed to get back?!

Amy: Get back where?

Dean: Well we were in Illinois when we came through that thing to here, presumably posh pants over there and Bilbo Baggins came in from somewhere else…what if they are our only way home?

Jack: As a member of the Torchwood institute we have to put this city before individuals. We have to close the holes.

Doctor: Torchwood doesn’t exist anymore!

Jack: As long as Gwen and I are alive, Torchwood is too.

The Doctor and Jack activate the containment field. The two holes shudder for a few moments before they close completely. The Doctor and Jack breathe a sigh of relief. The others, apart from Gwen, Castiel and Sherlock all look in with relief. Dean doesn’t look happy.

Dean: Looks like we’re stuck here, Sammy.

Jack: Can we keep these contained?

Doctor: I might be able to hook it up to the Tardis. Give me a minute…

The Doctor and Jack run into the Tardis. A very annoyed Dean follows them.

Dean: HEY!

Sam: Dean!

Castiel: Dean!

Dean: HEY!

The Tardis door closes behind the Doctor and Jack but Dean opens it.

Dean: NOW YOU LISTEN TO ME. I…

He looks into the box and sees the console room. The Doctor and Jack walk up to the console. The Doctor fiddles with the containment field device. Jack looks around.

Jack: You’ve redecorated!

Doctor: Yes!

Jack: I don’t like it…

Doctor: Oh well no. You preferred the Mr Over-Dramatic and the grunge Tardis didn’t you. Yeah.

Jack: I liked Mr Over-Dramatic. But I also liked Mr Leather as well.

Doctor: Shut up.

Jack: What? A guy in leather? How could I resist!

The doors stay open as Dean steps away. Amy can be seen chuckling away as they watch him.

John: You ok?

Amy: I know what’s coming…

Dean walks around the Tardis to check its size. It’s an ordinary blue police box. He then looks on the inside again.

Doctor: If you’re going to come in, Mr Winchester, do it quickly. There’s a draught.

Looking confused and scared, Dean steps into the Tardis and walks slowly up to the console. The Doctor and Jack look at him with a cheeky grin on their face.

Dean: What the hell? How do you do that?

Doctor: I often say to people, Dean, that they wouldn’t begin to understand if I tried to explain it. I don’t think that statement has ever been truer for anyone than you.

Jack chuckles. Castiel walks in and stands next to Dean. Castiel smiles. He isn’t fazed by it at all.

Dean: Seriously? This doesn’t freak you out?

Castiel: No. I understand the physics. It’s quite…cozy…actually.

The Doctor smiles.

Doctor: I like you, Castiel…

Sam: Wow…this is…insane!

Amy: Yup. That’s one word for it, Sammy boy!

One by one, they all filter in.

Gwen: Oh wow…this is pretty cool…

Amy: You ok?

Gwen: I’m fine. I’m just thinking about what Rhys would say if he could see this! He’s put up with all my Torchwood shit for years. If he saw this I think he’d divorce me…

They chuckle. The last to come in are John and Sherlock. John walks in and looks confused.

John: Is this an illusion by any chance?

Amy: Afraid not.

John: I was worried that’d be your answer…

Sherlock closes the door as they all gather around the console.

Doctor: What do you think, Sherlock?

Sherlock: Hmmm?

Doctor: You’re the only one who hasn’t said anything yet. You like it?

Sherlock’s expression doesn’t change.

Sherlock: It’s ok. Not the best I’ve seen.

Doctor: (Disheartened). Really? How many Tardis’ have you seen?

Sherlock: No others. It’s just a bit…unimpressive.

Doctor: Yes…you’re going to be a tricky one…

Jack: Angel boy said he knew what the holes were. What are they?

Castiel: My name is Castiel. And they are dimensional fractures. I first spotted it yesterday morning. I sensed it on angel radio. It was interfering with the signal. I kept an eye on it and tried to close it. But then the boys drove into it and I had no choice but to follow them through.

Jack: How do you know about dimensions and things?

Castiel: Angels have the capacity for time and inter-dimensional travel. I have sent the boys back in time numerous times.

Doctor: Fascinating…

Sam: It’s freaky too. There was one time where we went back to the Wild West…

Doctor: Oh we’ve done that too! Me and Pond!

Amy: Did you have a big burly cyborg threatening people?

Sam: Demons again?

Amy: What are ‘Demons’? You keep talking about them but I don’t understand.

Dean: The children of hell. The devil’s children. Led by the biggest ass the universe has ever seen.

Doctor: I wouldn’t be too sure about that…

Sam: A man called Crowley.

Castiel: He is not important right now. Demons cannot travel inter-dimensionally. Only Angels have the capacity to do that.

Doctor: And Time Lords.

Sherlock: And us it appears.

Gwen: There’s a point, how did you guys come through?

Sherlock: We were investigating a case and we came across the portal in Hyde Park. John insisted we investigate.

John: It doesn’t happen every day as I’m sure you can imagine.

Sherlock: I only played along because I felt I had to make it up to him after I faked my death.

Amy: Faked your own death?

Gwen: Why would you do that?

John: (With sass). Yeah, Sherlock. Why would you do that?

Sherlock looks at John and doesn’t change his facial expression.

Sherlock: Save your stressing for the wedding.

Doctor: Castiel, do you know what caused them?

Castiel: I’m afraid not. Angel radio only said that it existed. No-one suggested how it came into existence. Well, there are a few rebels who claim God is returning.

Dean: He’s coming back NOW? Where was he during the freaking apocalypse?!

Amy: Apocalypse?

Jack: And I thought our universe was messed up…

Castiel: God is not returning. This is most unlike him.

Doctor: So what caused it…?

Asperger's Syndrome [Part 3/3]

Did you get it right?

So, in parts 1 and 2, I told the same story in two different ways. It was the story of how I cope with my Asperger's Syndrome in two different realities. One was how I truly feel and the other was not.

The challenge was this. You guys at home had to guess which one was really how I felt about my Aspergers. Was I the one who wanted it all to go away like in Part One? Or the outwardly Autistic one who will defend what he has for all he's got?

The questions is, did you get it right?

If you thought it was number one, I can completely see why you would. It does ring true with what many people with Asperger's and Autism think on a daily basis. They can't cope with everything around them and a lot of them, due to the wiring of their brain, believe that they are sub-human because of what they've got.

If you did think it was number one, it might please you to know that isn't me. That was the pack of lies.

The truth is, I'm very proud of my Asperger's. It's who I am and I wouldn't change for the world. But, sadly, there are people who would.

You hear horror stories of some parishes (particularly in America as far as I'm aware, I'm sure it happens globally too) that claim to be able to "cure" homosexuality. They claim that, by the power of God, they can convert a man back to preferring women and women back to liking men. This intrigues me. I've nothing against religion itself, but that's a bit extreme don't you think? You can't help who you fall in love with!

Similarly, there are people out there who claim to be able to "cure" Autism. And some of the ways they do this are shocking.

http://mmsautism.org/

This woman claims to be able to "cure" children with Autism by giving them enemas containing chlorine dioxide. (Or in her words, the "Master Mineral Solution"). I'd rather not go into what this woman thinks is right because, frankly, I'm on the verge of tears reading it as it's starting to feel a bit like a personal attack. But here's what she believes causes Autism.

"We know that autism is made up of:

• Virus

• Bacteria

• Parasites

• Yeast

• Heavy Metals

• Inflammation

• Food allergies

MMS is proven to kill pathogens through oxidation, and to neutralize heavy metal compounds.  In turn inflammation is reduced, as well as some food sensitivities."

And this "wonder cure" is supposed to cure children of Autism. I've never seen so much claptrap in all my life but it's actually quite distressing.

But hey. If people enough want to believe this stuff, who am I to judge them? Yes I'm offended by what's being said but I'm also adult enough to take a step back and recognise the psychology of all involved. It doesn't make them right but hey. They believe what they want to believe.

So yeah. That concludes my posts on Aspergers! If you have any questions about ASD or my own personal experiences, please don't hesitate to contact me and ask stuff!

See ya!

The Demonized (Part Two) [Sci-Fi]

The stand-off continues. Gwen and Amy are trying to retrieve the equipment in order to close the holes while the boys play with their toys.

Jack: Put the weapon down and we can talk…

Dean: OH. NOW you try diplomacy. Put down your gun down, Lt. Dan.

Jack looks confused.

Jack: He’s not even in the RAF!

Dean nods as he realises he made an error.

Dean: He’s still in the armed forces…don’t correct me when I’ve got a gun pointed at you! Now what are you? Huh? Demons? Tricksters? Angels?!

Doctor: Of course we’re not angels! We’re not made of stone!

Sam: What?

Doctor: I’m not a demon, I’m not a trickster and we’re certainly not angels! I’m a Time Lord!

Dean looks confused.

Dean: Time Lord?

He turns to Sam.

Dean: What’s a Time Lord?

Sam: No idea. Never heard of them before.

Dean: You never saw it mentioned in dad’s journal?

Sam: No. Didn’t you?

Dean: No…

Doctor: I’m a Time Lord. I’m the last of the Time Lords. I’m an alien from the planet of Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous. Where are you two from? Wherever you’re from, I’m sure I can take you home!

Dean: You’re an alien?

Doctor: Which planet are you from?

Sam: We’re from Earth. We’re from Kansas…

The Doctor looks confused.

Doctor: Kansas…as in…America?

Dean: Unless there’s a planet of Kansas somewhere in the constellation of…of…Canesten, yes. America.

Doctor: Then sorry boys. You’re not in Kansas anymore…

Sam: Look, why don’t we just put the guns down and talk about this like adults, huh? No-one needs to shoot and no-one has to die here.

Jack puts his gun away and the Doctor starts to walk slowly forward.

Dean: Sorry, Sammy, can’t risk it…

Dean pulls the trigger and shoots Jack in the head. Jack falls to the ground quickly.

Sam: DEAN! HE PUT HIS GUN AWAY!

Dean: Listen, Sammy, we do NOT know what they are. Ok. I was not willing to take that chance!

Amy and Gwen run over and look at what’s happened.

Gwen: What happened?

Doctor: He did.

Gwen pulls her gun out and points it at Dean.

Gwen: WHY DID YOU DO THAT?

Dean: Woah… steady-on sweetheart. I only did it in self-defence.

Gwen: DON’T CALL ME SWEETHEART! What did he do to you?

Dean: He might have attacked us!

Gwen: MIGHT? That’s what you’re going with is it?

Doctor: Gwen, don’t bother. You know it’s not going to matter in a few moments.

Dean: What do you mean? He’s gonna burst into flames or something?

Sam: Dean!

Gwen: Oh something much worse than that.

Dean: What could possibly be worse than spontaneously combusting?

As he finishes that, Jack gasps and comes back to life. Sam and Dean look at him shocked. They can’t believe what they’ve just seen. To be fair, nor can Amy.

Sam: Did he just…?

Dean: Uh-huh…

Sam: Wow…

Dean: Son of a bitch…

Amy: How did he do that, Doctor?

Doctor: No idea. But he’s been able to do that for some time now.

Jack: Hundreds of years to be precise. I’m gonna be as old as him someday…

Sam: Could that have been Cass?

Dean: I thought Cass was only into bringing you and me back.

Castiel: I am.

Dean looks next to him. Castiel has randomly appeared from no-where. He looks on at the others. Dean curbs the need to hit him.

Dean: How many times do I have to tell you not to do that!

Castiel: You’ve already told me a sufficient number of times.

Dean: Then why keep doing it?

Castiel: I find it…amusing.

Dean doesn’t look impressed. Castiel moves around the car door and walks towards the others. They all look at him.

Jack: And who’s this guy?!

Castiel: Please do not be alarmed. I apologise for my friend here. He’s…rash.

Gwen: You can say that again…

The Doctor walks up to him and inspects him. He nods.

Doctor: I like your fashion sense…

Castiel: Thank you. I find it comfortable.

Doctor: Yeah…very last regeneration…

Castiel: Regeneration?

Amy: Who are you? And who are they?

Castiel: The one who shot your friend is Dean Winchester. His brother there is Sam Winchester. They’re hunters. And I am Castiel. I am and angel of the lord.

Doctor: An angel?

The Doctor pulls out his screwdriver and stands in a defensive stance. Castiel looks on, plain faced.

Castiel: What are you doing?

Doctor: You’re an angel…but you’re organic…you’re not made of stone…

Castiel: No…This vessel is made of flesh and blood. Like you I presume. But what is that you’re pointing at me?

Doctor: Sonic screwdriver…

Castiel: Why are you pointing a screwdriver at me? Do you wish to encase me in some kind of cabinet?

Amy laughs. So does Jack.

Doctor: Oi! That’s rude!

Gwen: What’s a hunter?

Sam and Dean close the doors of the Impala and walk up to them.

Sam: We hunt things. Demons, tricksters, sometimes angels. It’s our job. It’s our family business.

Amy: So you go around killing monsters? And you call that a business?

Dean: We hunt and kill things that kill or hurt other people. We find a case, we track whatever it is down and we gank it before it ices more people. Got a problem with that?

Amy: A little bit.

Sam: So who are you guys?

Doctor: Yes! Sorry! The Welsh lady is Gwen Cooper, this here is Captain Jack Harkness. Watch out, he flirts, the ginge is Amy Pond…

Sam: Amy Pond?

Amy: Yeah. What about it?

Sam: Huh. Cute name.

Amy: Thanks?

Doctor: And I’m the Doctor!

Sherlock: And I’m Sherlock Holmes. Consulting detective.

They all turn around to see two more people standing by a London Cab. They all look confused. John looks at Sherlock weirdly.

John: And I’m John Watson if anyone’s interested because he obviously isn’t...