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Hello everyone, I am so sorry I have been dormant but you can't blame me because I have been writing this for you. More chapters to come please review and enjoy XD
-Nightwish14
It scared john to see Sherlock this way but it also gave him the sense of awe, Sherlock was frantic, bustling around the flat racking his brain for an answer that inevitably wouldn't arise, not this time. John was sure of that.
Ever since Sherlock had returned from the metaphorical dead and sent Magnusson to the dead and found out Moriarty was back, which he had done nothing about so far, he had been focussing on one thing, pouring all of his time into working this mystery out; he didn't eat, barely slept, his experiments were left and it scared John to know Sherlock was doing this to himself.
"Sherlock, you need to eat, at least sleep" John finally spoke up.
"No, I ate last week, sleeping will consume too much time, this has to be worked out now. Oh GOD! John get me my nicotine patches, it's a three patch problem, might bump it up to four considering the circumstances."
John sighed, he tried, it didn't work but he tried, nothing was going to stop Sherlock until he had uncovered the truth.
He found Sherlock's patches under the clutter of the table, everything looked as though reality had been pause, mugs of tea not drunk, plates of food left to go cold, newspapers some two weeks old, open as though being read and then there was the science equipment just spread out everywhere around the table, test tubes placed in racks and conical flasks containing different liquids that john wasn't even going to try to guess what was in there.
He handed the patches to Sherlock, who in return frowned.
"There's only three, where's the fourth?"
"No Sherlock, not until you eat something, I'll give you the fourth after."
Sherlock tutted, he strode to the kitchen and rummaged around, there was nothing much in the fridge, just some out of date milk and eggs that looked like they'd seen better days, and he certainly wasn't going to eat any of his experiments like the thumbs.
He opened a cupboard again there was nothing much in there, Mrs Hudson hadn't gone shopping yet this week, not that he noticed when she did. He only noticed she was there when she wouldn't shut up while he was trying to think, emphasis on trying.
He finally found a banana in the fruit bowl, it was covered in brown spots and looked rather bruised, but he didn't have time to find anything else to eat, so he peeled it and took a sarcastic bite out of it to John then threw the rest away.
John opened his mouth to protest but he thought better of it and just handed mover the fourth patch.
He watched as Sherlock lie on the sofa and slapped on all four patches, he exhaled slowly and became mute; he brought his hands to his lips in a prayer position and closed his eyes.
John walked over to Sherlock's wall where he stuck up, pictures and newspaper clippings and maps with links to people of that particular case he would be doing at the time.
The wall was much like that only it was slightly different, instead of a criminal investigation, Sherlock was obsessed with finding out the truth about another, he got his homeless network to take pictures of every sighting of this man, then he linked them on the map, he studied everything about him. His vehicle or what was supposedly his vehicle; his companion- like John was his in a way and his business in London, that's what confused John the most.
John sighed. He grabbed the newspaper on the coffee table and slumped down into his chair.
Orbiting the earth at a safe distance was the TARDIS, inside was the Doctor and Clara, they were up there just resting really, Clara was tired from the trip they had just had at Raxacoricofallapatorius, and what an adventure that was, it seemed they were obsessed with hunting and all they wanted was to eat Clara and the Doctor; there was something about getting profits by selling a TARDIS in there too.
Clara was sleeping in her room that the Doctor had "given" her in a way. He had it modified to her liking, the walls were a deep crimson and a gold leaf pattern skirted the top of the walls, she asked specifically for carpet because she didn't want her feet getting cold on all the metal floors that seemed to cover the TARDIS, it was a creamy colour and fluffy to touch, it felt warm on her feet, she liked that. She had a full length mirror, a double bed to the side and painting given to her by Picasso was hanging on the wall, the Doctor had also installed a walk in wardrobe. It was long and wide and had a few turnings; it was like a whole shop.
She sat up and yarned, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and walked into the wardrobe, she changed into some leggings and a long dress-like top, she pulled on her boots and plodded to the control console where the Doctor was standing over the controls.
"Something wrong?" she asked smiling.
He looked up at her. "Clara" he exclaimed. "You're up, I didn't realise, you hungry?"
Clara walks around to join him at his side. "Not really very hungry, just a bit peckish if I'm honest."
"Right, we'll get fish fingers and custard then, oh and some Jamie dodgers too, I love those."
Clara let out a laugh and playfully pushed him.
"Hey, ouch" said the Doctor rubbing his arm.
"You're such a goof –ball" she laughs.
"I have no idea what that is but I'll take it as a compliment. Any who, breakfast, come along Clara! GERONIMO!"
Heaving a switch up, it thudded and the TARDIS engines roared into life.
Sat at a breakfast table on a planet with a name Clara couldn't pronounce she sat and ate hungrily.
"Clara, I have to tell you something" said the Doctor sitting across from her.
She looked up. "Is it serious?"
"No, not really" he paused. "I'm being watched, back on earth, there is someone who is watching me, they are looking for me in a way."
"Who?" said Clara looking worried.
"I don't know for sure, but we need to take a trip to earth after this, to pay them a visit, to find out why they are looking for me."
Clara nodded slowly.
After breakfast, they returned to the TARDIS, the Doctor flicked a few switches and punched in some coordinates before lifting the lever that fired up the engines.
