Wholock
Sherlock watched John walk away from the grave, his grave. He felt extremely conflicted right now. John had already attempted suicide twice and it had only been a month since Sherlock's apparent death. He wanted to walk up to John and tell him he was alive, but he couldn't do that, the assassins would most certainly come back to finish the job they had been paid for. He swallowed back his own tears and concentrated on John's figure getting smaller and smaller in the distance.
He heard a gentle whoosh whoosh in the distance, the sound was so quiet it was almost lost in the wind, but it was a sound that Sherlock would never forget no matter how long ago he heard it last, it was the sound of the TARDIS. He didn't bother turning around, the person he would see now was most likely the person he least wanted to see right now, especially in his current situation. He heard the sound of a door open and a person step out. Sherlock spoke first.
"I haven't gotten any reports of strange happenings from the homeless network, and Torchwood hasn't been in contact for a while, Jack and I aren't on the best of terms right now. What do you want?"
"Ah, Torchwood… Captain Jack Harkness, I have found, is an unreliable source. If they've detected alien activity I highly doubt they would tell you, few beings in the universe can handle your personality and intelligence level," the person behind him said, his voice sounded completely different from the last time Sherlock had spoken to him. Without turning around, he presented his deduction.
"Its been a while Doctor, long enough for a new face it would seem, and long enough for some new companions I presume? And I cant help but notice, you haven't answered my question." The Doctor spoke again, still avoiding Sherlock's question.
"Amelia Pond and Rory Williams. As much as it pained me, I had to leave Rose." There was a hint of sadness in the Doctor's voice, something Sherlock had never heard before, he finally turned around.
"Doctor," he said, looking over his new features carefully, "when I ask a question, I expect it to be answered. What are you doing here?" The Doctor sighed and began fiddling with his bowtie.
"I need your help, the weeping angels are back. You, of all people, have a knack for not blinking. I'll give you anything you want in return… well, anything that is possible for me to give you." Sherlock answered immediately.
"Take John with us, that is the only payment I will accept." The Doctor looked relieved that his request had been easy to grant.
"Of course, go get your precious assistant, we leave in twenty minutes." Sherlock grinned.
"Oh, and by the way, that fez doesn't suit you." he ran off, leaving the Doctor plenty annoyed.
"Fez are cool!" the Doctor shouted to Sherlock, but he either had not heard or ignored it, he suspected the latter.