HELLO PEOPLE! Okay, I'm soo sorry I haven't written for so long. L Anyways, the story, the story… So, I'm going to be writing a bunch of one shots. This story is with the fourth Doctor and Sherlock, but if I get enough comments/followers etc. I'll continue with other Doctors and it will be Wicked. - MAZE RUNNER REFERENCE RIGHT THERE. Okay, sorry. I'm just super happy right now…
"Would you like a jelly baby?" The Fourth incarceration of the Doctor asks John Hamish Watson.
"Erm, well… you see, I…" John stutters and stumbles over his words.
"One second please, as he decides on a flavor, Doctor." Sherlock says, turning John away.
As soon as they are out of earshot, Sherlock smacks John.
"What was that for?!"
"Just. Say. Yes, John. You can pocket it for all I care, but just take one. This is the DOCTOR we're talking
about. He's an alien. Do you have any idea what that could possibly mean?"
John shakes his head repetitively, and Sherlock makes an exasperated noise. Why do they never
understand?
"It means alien substances, John." He drones, but then his voice picks up in pace and pitch in
excitement. "The jelly baby has an eighty eight percent chance of being alien. So forget what I said, and
just pocket it. We can't risk you eating it until it's examined by me of course."
As they walk back to the Doctor, Sherlock repeatedly says:
"I like lemon jelly babies. It's probably got citric acid though… No matter. Remember… TAKE ONE JOHN."
Sherlock turns back to the Doctor tersely, with a fake smile glued to his lips, and John with a confused
look plastered to his face. "I'll, erm, take two please. Surprise me if you will."
This time Sherlock's smile crinkles his eyes.