Take away... or not

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, just having fun with them.
Authors note: This is my first fanfic Wholock in English, not beta'ed. My apologies for any mistakes I made. If you can manage to skip them, have fun. A review would be appreciated.

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You can always tell a good Chinese place by examining the bottom third of the door handle.
Sherlock

Chapter 1 No take away

After the death of the cabbie and the meeting with Mycroft they went to the Chinese. A lot of tables were occupied but they managed to find a table surrounded by a few empty ones.

As they both took place, a young couple came in and took the table next to theirs. After they were settled, and both were looking at the menu the man asked "What are you thinking about?"

She sighed "About River. How's she doing?

"Yeah," he replied. "I wonder If she's still with the Doctor. Or if she's back in jail. Or both."

Although their booth was separated by a wall with two pots of flowers on it, it still was possible to overhear the people at the other table. So when the word 'jail' dropped, Sherlock's attention was triggered. So a criminal then, that River. He shoved his chair a little to the couple, just to hear more of the conversation. Probably the conversation would be become boring very soon, he thought. But he would like to know about a criminal called River if she was a big one but he hadn't heard about her.. Maybe abroad? Or just for penny theft.

He turned his head to the right to watch the couple closely. It was just an ordinary couple. The young man was obviously a nurse. He could tell by the way the man watched his watch as if counting for a heartbeat and the young redheaded woman was the feisty one in the relation. He assumed people would think of her as pretty. She had certainly worked as a model.

He looked at John again who wasn't aware of the thoughts of Sherlock, although John suddenly saw Sherlock not starting to eat his starter which was just delivered.

"Isn't it good?" John asked.

"Yes, it is, I'm not that hungry."

"But you haven't eaten in days."

"That's exaggerated."

"Well, you must eat something, Doctor's orders."

It was as if the word 'Doctor' was a trigger for the couple next to him to start the conversation again.

"Where would he be" the woman asked.

"Probably talking himself into trouble again." replied the man. "And talking him out of it"

"Yeah, probably," she sighed. "I miss him though." And with a smile in her voice she said "I don't assume that the Prime Minister of the Daleks is asking him for tea again, after the trick he pulled off." And in a more serious voice she stated "At least if it wasn't for them, we'd been divorced, thanks to that woman."

What woman? No, not the Woman. They certainly aren't the right clientele for her. So common, Sherlock thought. Prime Minister of the Daleks? Which country are they referring to?

Unaware of their neighbours the nurse said "It really was the craziest battle I have encountered. All those stories you told about the madman with a box. If I hadn't been there myself I probably wouldn't have believed those stories. Did you know that he chased the Atraxi off a planet. And then called them back for a scolding! He even send me to the Cybermen, knowing I was protected. To be honest, even if it wasn't save, nothing on earth could stop me to get you back".

"What did you say to them."

"I said, I have a message and a question. A message from the Doctor and a question from me. Where is my wife? Oh don't give me those blank looks. The twelfth Cyber Legion monitors this entire quadrant. You hear everything. So you tell me what I need to know. You tell me now and I'll be on my way. The Cyberman asked: "What is the Doctor's message?" I really think he shouldn't have asked that because at the same time the Doctor blew up a whole Cyber Legion. I just said "Would you like me to repeat the question?" You know, they can't ever show any emotion, but I noticed fear there. Cybermen in fear."

In admiration Amy said: "My hero." After a few seconds she said. "River was right. They are afraid of him when they hear his name. Doctor. Mighty Warrior. The man who could turn an army around at the mention of his name."

Sherlock thought this over. Could it be a synonym for Moriarty? Were they in league with him?

"You know," Rory continued, "I spoke to Dorium Maldovar in the Tardis before battle. The Doctor picked him up as well. He wasn't pleased with the situation, but probably he owned the Doctor a debt too." He told us that Madame Kovarian and Colonel Manton came to see him for information because they hadn't heard anything about the Doctor's moves. He warned them they had pricked the side of a mighty beast (the Doctor wasn't pleased with that description) and that they entirely failed to run. They didn't believe the stories about the Doctor. He said "they're not stories, they're true. If that man is collecting his debtors, God help you, and God help his debtors." He also told us that he told them that the name of the base "Demon's Run was based on a very old legend but they wouldn't believe that either. 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 Demon's Run, but count the cost The battle's won but the child is lost. The Doctor wasn't pleased when Dorium quoted this. No, no, no he yelled. Something to do with a fixed point in time. I should have known than that we wouldn't succeed.

"With a sad sigh Amy said: "Yeah, we lost Melody. I told her before they took her away from me that you would come for her. And you did. The last centurion."

"Once a soldier, always a soldier.

You still look handsome in that outfit you know.

This time John, watching Sherlock not eating but noticing that Sherlock listened to the conversation next to him, heard the word battle and heard the man next to him proclaim he'd been a soldier. He had listened to the couple's conversation, but hadn't paid any attention to it. Now he was also triggered.

He looked at the young man. He'd always thought that he could recognize a soldier because he had been one too, but this man didn't make any sense.

The couple was quiet again.

John looked at Sherlock and said "I can't see that he's has been one. Do you see it? You must see it".

Sherlock was taken back from his deductions and watched John watching him. He saw the hopeful gaze John gave him. He squeezed his eyes. "No", he finally said.

"Is he lying then? But his wife, I assume if she's his wife she knows him to be one."

"Come on, John, a centurion. How medieval is that. Must be something of a play they are rehearsing."

The couple, still unaware of their neighbours, starting the conversation again.

"We had Mels."

"Oh Mels, Amy said with a big smile. What a bad, bad girl she was."

"She's still a bad girl." If the Doctor hadn't saved her in Berlin.

"That's who he is. Giving his life to save others and they're made for each other."

The pair didn't notice they were being observed and eavesdropped, the woman continued the conversation.

"Do you remember Brian's remark, when we're on that ship with all the animals, saying that he has balls in his pockets to get the triceratops to walk? Tricey, fetch!"They both giggled. " I can imagine how shocked the both of you must have looked. Especially the Doctor. If he wasn't married to our daughter, I would have guessed that he was asexual, but I know from Madame Vastra that he had a granddaughter. He left her behind in the sixties our seventies because she found a boyfriend. I guess that's why he's so sad. No one left in the whole wide universe.

John and Sherlock looked at each other. They both looked shocked. At least John, but Sherlock's eyes were squeezing so although he didn't show it, the announcement of their daughter being married to a man who already had a granddaughter which he left in the sixties or seventies must be at least 80 years old. Probably 90. And the couple was young. So. The man must be a pervert and the couple must have received a lot of money or otherwise you wouldn't give your child to a man that old to be his wife. At the utmost the child could be 12 years if the woman had given birth when she was 16 because older than thirty was not thinkable. She was probably younger. Or maybe the mother was twelve, giving birth. But noticing their clothes, they didn't seem very rich. And it didn't make sense because that man had raised an army to get the mother back. At that age being so vital. And... Still it didn't make any sense. The story was complete nuts.

"Jenny told me," the man stated, "he had a daughter to. Also called Jenny. Born in battle. More made in battle. They cloned him she said. But she died in his arms during war. Sad enough not enough genes of him in her. She didn't came back.

John looked at Sherlock. He mimicked with his mouth" cloned him?" A very big question mark on his face. "Didn't came back?"

Sherlock still squeezed his eyes. If this story would continue the way it did, he probably wouldn't get his eyes back in normal position.

The pair were silent for a moment. Than the man continued "But if River wasn't a naughty girl, I would still think that the Doctor is asexual. Although I still can see him jump out of the cake on my stag night, saying you kissed him and that you were a good kisser and I was a lucky man and that outside a girl in a bikini was standing who was a slight diabetic and needed a jumper. Not quite knowing why she was there in a bikini in the first place. Must have her talked out of the cake. I still wonder how he got away from that without being beaten up.

"Well," she said "after dealing with so many enemies, which he defeated, a few guys are of course peanuts to him. After all, we're only human. After all he's a genius. Faking his own death. He always can save himself because he sees danger miles away coming for him and then he even jumps into it, otherwise it is so boring.

Yep, remember the slow invasion? He just sat on the couch with us for a few days and got wild? Then he got up because he was so bored and he just painted our fence, cleaned the entire house, mowed our lawn, played ball and was back within the hour? Since we're both working it would be lovely to have him back just cleaning our house in 5 minutes flat. He may come every week."

"He gave us an Ood temporarily. Who can say that.

"Yeah. That was weird. It's better than a dishwasher. He even made breakfast."

Still, we have to decide. The Doctor's life or our life. Adventure or boredom. Churchill, Hitler or just our bosses.

"Can be scary to if you let them."

As they had finished their meal, they stood up and left the table.

"Well," John said, "that was quite entertaining", looking at Sherlock.

Sherlock looked at him and replied "Boring. I really hope John, you didn't believe those crazy stories."

As they walked out, they saw the couple walking on the other side of the street. They heard a whoosh, whoosh sound and saw the couple suddenly standing still, looking at each other, giving each other very big smiles, and then started running to where the sound came from.

Sherlock didn't hesitate and started immediately running after the couple, because although he wouldn't admit it, he was intrigued by the couple. The sound. He was intrigued by the sound. They looked ordinary but he had spotted something else but he couldn't figure out exactly what it was. John followed Sherlock. The whoosh sound had stopped. They saw the couple running into an alley and when they came there, they heard a door slammed and saw a blue police box from the sixties. The whoosh whoosh sound started again and box started to face in and out a few times and disappeared.

"Where did they go"? John asked, in the meantime trying to get his breath back. "Where are they? We definitively saw them going into this alley. There is no entrance anywhere and this alley has a dead end. Did they go into that blue box and where did that go? Sherlock?"

Sherlock narrowed his eyes. "I don't know". I assume the madman with the box came to let them have another adventure if you prefer to believe their stories. Probably we have been eating hallucinating mushrooms. There are no such things as flying boxes." And with this said he turned his back to the alley and yelled "Taxi".