A Study in PONDLOCK
"Come along Pond!" The Doctor shouted excitedly as he twirled around the TARDIS console, flicking switches and fixing his dark burgundy bow tie.
"Doctor, where are we going?" Amy questioned, playfully hanging off the TARDIS console, pendulum swinging her left foot like a lead weight backwards and forwards.
"We're off to see an old friend of mine!" The Doctor said ecstatically, flicking more buttons and dancing excitedly as he spun Amy round in a pirouette, making Amy giggle like a toddler as her hair whipped her lightly around the face, tangling together as she spluttered to get free of her tangled copper locks.
"An old...friend?" Amy questioned, emphasising the last word. She had stopped spinning now he had piqued her curiosity. Amy heard the TARDIS make an involuntary squeak, also decidedly unsure of The Doctors friend. Amy knew one piece of information about The Doctor's so called friends...most of them usually turned out to be enemies.
"Yes a friend, can't a Time lord have friends?" The Doctor asked bemused as he started to sulk like a child, pausing for a moment as he turned the zig zag plotter to 9 and turned the taps to cold. Amy looked away slightly and rolled her eyes with worry, forgetting the reflection panel was right in front of her.
"Oh Pond you've got that look on your face again, I can assure you he is perfectly harmless" The Doctor said stretching his coordinating burgundy braces and giving a reassuring grin. "And it's London!" He exclaimed.
"Maybe I'll take you shopping later, if you don't get on well with John Watson?" The Doctor said, trying to sweeten the deal to Amy. "I can buy a new bow tie!" The Doctor shouted excitedly. The Doctor twiddled more levers, turning the TARDIS's interior bulbs sky blue. The Doctor pulled out a scruffy tea stained moleskine notepad out of his back pocket and scribbled something unreadable down, pinging the elastic over the top and stuffing it back in his black jeans pocket once more as he continued to steer the TARDIS more carefully than usual.
Amy brushed her hair with her tiny travel compact brush, deciding whether her hair would look better up or down in the reflection panel she was now using as a mirror. The Doctor continued to waffle on, speaking directly to the TARDIS once more. "You beauty!" He shouted up to the heavens as he clasped his hands together. The Doctor poked Amy lightly in the ribs whilst she was concentrating on her hair in the faded mirror. Amy gave up trying to put her strands of hair into a loose ponytail and dropped it once more in a tangled mess onto her shoulders.
Amy noticed The Doctor was now sitting on the TARDIS swing underneath the control panel wearing ridiculous white Ski goggles with a small magnifying glass perched on the front lens. Amy still found the TARDIS very magical. She stared down to the translucent Perspex floor, the now blue lighting surrounding her worn in tan cowboy boots.
To Amy Pond the TARDIS still made her feel such a child inside, such a fairy tale, bringing back memories of the first time she met her raggedy man. Amy detangled the last strand in her hair as she tugged on her light denim jacket pulling out the creases.
"So Pond?" The Doctor shouted up from the mechanical swing. "Do I have your seal of approval?" He said with a smirk, pulling the goggles down slightly to stare at Amy's reaction.
Amy rolled her eyes once more, leaning against the silver railing in front of her, deciding whether the bow tie wearing idiot could be trusted today. She smiled down at him realising she wouldn't be in any real danger...it was earth after all.
The Doctor smiled back and began to waffle on as he took off the goggles and jumped back up the stairs to the TARDIS console and started typing on the typewriter, assuming Amy was listening. "Also a Doctor you know" The Doctor began realising Amy still hadn't given him a full answer yet. "Hope he has some jammy dodgers in his flat, I'm quite peckish, are you Pond?" "Shame you can't enjoy jammy dodgers dear!" The Doctor shouted up to the top of the TARDIS speaking directly to her once more, his voice echoing around the bright room. "Now let's land you down somewhere inconspicuous" The Doctor said stroking the TARDIS and flicking the one final materialisation lever.
The TARDIS swirled, whirled and roared as it began to shift its gears and grind to a halt. The Doctor spun around once on his worn in leather wheelie chair, sprung out of his seat and nudged Amy playfully in the arm trying to get a reaction from her.
"Yowzah!" He gleefully shouts back at her as he jumps down the three steps to the entrance and excitedly does environment checks', creaking open the TARDIS door. "Sunny out but still quite cold Pond!" The Doctor shouts back into the TARDIS, giving Amy a parental glance at the shortness of her skirt. He rushed back up the stairs, grabbed the oil can on the grey hexagonal table by the door and scurried back to the door again.
Amy still looked uncertain, worry etched on her face. "Should I trust my raggedy man?" She questioned herself quietly, recapping Rule 1 in her head. She stared up at the TARDIS mainframe pleading with her for help "even if there was any danger" she thought to herself "would someone like me shy away from a challenge?"
After weighing up the options and realising she was now talking to the TARDIS like The Doctor, Amy decided some fresh air would be best, suddenly perking up, a mysterious adventure now to be discovered.
"OK Doctor, I'm all ears!" She shouted out to the Doctor as she clip-clopped rhythmically down the stairs behind him. "Where can we find this friend of yours?" She asked with excitement sparkling in her light hazel eyes.
"Speedy's cafe!" The Doctor's voice boomed with enthusiasm. "Lovely little place, great sandwiches...although no fish-fingers and custard, they really should have fish-fingers and custard" The Doctor mumbled to himself. The Doctor stopped suddenly as Amy skipped up to his side putting down the oil can he had just used on the creaky TARDIS door.
"You probably shouldn't mention the wibbly wobbly timey/space travel bit though" The Doctor said worried with a little frown creasing his forehead. "That might come as a bit of a shock." The Doctor finished talking, as he reopened the door to the TARDIS the wrong way before turning around and clapping his hands together making Amy jump.
"So Pond! You ready for an adventure?" The Doctor asked ready to go. Amy adjusted her skirt and wrapped her scarf around her neck one more time, her light auburn hair cascading down as she accidentally swished it into The Doctor's face.
"Let's do it!" Amy almost sang, as she grabbed her raggedy man's hand and skipped merrily out of the TARDIS with him. The sunset hitting the back of Amy's hair as they excitedly started to skip lightly together.
"Oh" He said stopping suddenly to lock the TARDIS doors.
"What now?" Amy said tugging on his worn out tweed sleeve trying to get him to hurry up.
"I wouldn't mention the alien bit either" He said with a smile as he locked the TARDIS doors trying to control Amy's excitement as she jumped up and down pulling at his sleeve. They had landed in a small park, close to Baker street station. The Doctor looked chuffed he had managed to control the TARDIS to land exactly where he wanted. "The stroking obviously helped!" He said giving the TARDIS one last reassuring pat.
The cold air whipped at Amy's cheeks and nose as she hugged her body for warmth from the brisk evening air. "Doctor?" Amy began. "Hmm?" The Doctor replied. "Why is it we can land in Space Florida in the morning when it's hot, but land in London when it's cold and a dark evening?" Amy asked shivering as she spoke. "It's London Pond, they don't have summer on a regular basis." The Doctor finished with a cheeky smile.
Amy started to run through what The Doctor had said like a shopping list to distract her from the cold. She started to bullet point each rule with her painted dusky red finger nails. "So, no uncool spaceman stuff, no TARDIS, no time travel...So who have you actually told him you are Doctor? Amy enquired.
"An idiot in a Bow tie?" Amy quipped quickly, sticking her tongue out in a childish manner.
"Oi Pond! Bow ties, are, cool." The Doctor said affronted, unable to hide his smile. "No, no nooo Ameliaaa!" He said dragging out his words. "Very cool spaceman stuff" He said straightening his bow tie, with a charming smile.
"Bow ties...GET RID!" Amy lightly poked The Doctor rhythmically in his chest, as she smiled hurrying along next to The Doctor linking arms to share his warmth this time.
The Doctor continued to explain who, John Watson thought he was. "My name is Jonathan Smith to him." He began. "He doesn't know what I am but he knows I travel to different countries and I'm quite the explorer in your world Pond." The Doctor finished.
"So who am I then?" Amy enquired, thinking she must somehow be part of this. "Pond you don't need to lie, just tell him I am your best friend and you live in Leadworth." He said decidedly. "Oh and mention you come travelling with me now and again... just don't let him know where."
Amy gave him a judgemental look, she hated lying to people. "Doctor you do realise I'm rubbish at lying, my cheeks will flush as red as my hair!" She exclaimed. The Doctor laughed to himself at that concept, when he looked up and pointed to where Speedy's cafe was across the road.
"I'm also quite peckish actually Doctor, shall we see if they serve jammy dodgers at Speedy's then?" Amy giggled and nudged the doctor with a wink following the direction The Doctor's finger was pointing.
"Bored!" Sherlock impatiently muttered to himself with exasperated breath tapping his bony, graceful fingers on the table in front of him.
"Please Sherlock, for once can you not be...you" John sighed through his words , scoffing his face with a big breakfast, egg yolk staining his lips as he shovels more food down his throat. Guzzling his mug of tea and dabbing his mouth with a napkin.
Sherlock starts tapping his feet, quietly at first but getting louder, until people around them start to notice. Sherlock barely acknowledges how inhospitable he is being and continues to fidget like a restless puppy. John shoots him a look, before looking up from his plate and mouthing "Sorry" to the nearby table.
"John" Sherlock sighed. "Why do you insist we stay here?" He questions John whilst staring out of the window, oblivious that he is tapping his foot once again.
"Your old...friend, the supposed John Smith" He toys with the word friend whilst finishing his sentence. "He sounds so DULL John." John gestures at Sherlock to stop the tapping. "Just, for once in your life Sherlock, play nice."
"If you want to play John, by all means go to a school, more on your intellectual level I think." Sherlock began whilst popping the "K" "Stand behind the gates and whisper "Come and Play" to the kids" Sherlock continued. "Who knows maybe you could get arrested and actually make this day interesting." Sherlock snapped at John, quickly turning away from him like a spoiled child and tapping his foot once more.
John held his head in his hands, knowing this meeting was going to be a disaster.
"But Jonathan Smith" Amy scoffed and continued. "Could you not come up with anything a little more believable?" She said winking as she grabbed his hand once more and skipped with him across the road peering into the window of Speedy's cafe.
"Not fairy-tale enough for you Ameliaaaa Pondddd? I like John Smith!" The Doctor poked Amy playfully in the ribs and smiled as they got close to the door.
"Soooo which one is he?" Amy asked pointing at the window. "The curly dark haired grumpy looking one?" She whispered to the Doctor as they pushed open the door.
"Amy don't be so rude!" he whispered back "the dark haired grumpy looking one must be a friend." The Doctor said quizzically. "Hmm actually I don't know Pond, I haven't seen him before." Amy stared in the window, her breath appearing on the cold glass as she waited for the Doctor to open the door.
"Well at least your buddy has a very friendly looking face." Amy whispered almost incoherently. The Doctor smiled, knowing he had won over Amy with John Watson's friendly features.
"You know what Doctor?" Amy whispered hesitantly.
"What Pond?" The Doctor replied quietly, already aware she was going to admit he was right.
"I'm now starting to believe they aren't dangerous at all." Amy replied tentatively, smiling at him, as they walked up to the table.
"Dangerous! Ha Ha, John could never be dangerous!" The Doctor said, not realising how loud he was talking. "Good to see you again old friend!" The Doctor yells delightedly and waves as he smiles at John.
John hearing the approach was quick to respond having just finished his meal, expecting Jonathan to have arrived a little earlier than this.
After giving The Doctor a slightly awkward wave got up from the table, leaving Sherlock, tapping his fingernails on the table once more.
"Hello there!" The Doctor said air kissing John Watson and proceeding to give him a very warm hug, picking him off his feet.
"Hi Jonathan...nice to err see you again." John Watson said baffled by the sudden bear hug and air kisses.
Amy broke the Doctor's odd social graces by kicking him in the leg leaving a slight dry mud stain just about his knee.
Sherlock continued to ignore the new arrivals introductions, despite John's awkward attempt at gesturing for him to get up. He noticed Amy kick Jonathan Smith in the leg, leaving dry mud stains and steeples his long fingers under his chin arching a brow.
"Hey there, I'm Jonathan Smith's friend, Amy Pond" Amy said with a smile as she pushed The Doctor out of the way to instinctively hug John as well.
"Amy Pond." Sherlock muttered to himself.
Amy looks around to Sherlock, after hearing him mutter his name. "Hmmm?" She asks. Sherlock doesn't give a reply and continues to stare at Amy's boot.
"Oh look at him, you were right Amy, Mr grumpy face!" The Doctor said with mirth in his voice pointing at Sherlock.
She stared down at Sherlock with an unsure expression and decided to offer a hand shake out instead of a hug.
"Hello there, I'm Amy Pond." Amy said her Scottish accent dripping off every syllable. Sherlock didn't move a muscle.
"Great. Scottish..." Sherlock grumbled, very clearly not under his breath this time.
Amy shot Sherlock a look and decided to be friendly after him not shaking her hand.
"So" Amy rocked on her heels after still not getting a response from the dark haired man"
"Apart from insulting my accent, why are you so grumpy?"
Sherlock started tapping his foot again and eventually responded with "DULL"
"Sit down please, I'll get some tea." John Watson said with an affable smile spreading across his features.
Amy and The Doctor slid into the booth, sliding across the light red leather chairs. Amy was very aware of her skirt so held onto it as she slid gracefully into the corner.
Amy looked around the cafe as she liked to admire her surroundings, nothing quite as magical as the TARDIS but Speedy's cafe had a very complacent quality. The walls were a shade of light mint complemented by ice cream coloured lamps at every booth. Pastel shades surrounding the room. Amy looked outside, night time was approaching rapidly as the street lamps started to flicker on across the road. Amy's stomach started to rumble, as she realised The Doctor and herself hadn't eaten since Space Florida earlier that morning. The Doctor was scribbling down notes in his notepad again illegible to Amy's eye.
"Here we go tea for everyone." John said trying to stop the awkward silence that lingered around their table. The sound of background noise from other tables surrounded their ears, making it hard to have a proper conversation without ear wigging into someone else's secrets.
"Thank you John!" The Doctor said, once again stuffing the notepad away. He looks at the saucer with hurt in his face. "No Jammy Dodgers?" He says, like a child who has been scolded.
"I'm afraid not Jonathan, the lady at the till said they are all out of biscuits." John finishes trying to soften the blow to a keen biscuit fan.
The Doctor looked at his plate and took a sip of his tea. "Well the tea is perfect John." The Doctor says with a cheery disposition reassuring John's kindness. John smiles at Jonathan and continues to drink his new mug of tea as well.
After realising she could not lie to these strange men, Amy decided to stare out of the window at pedestrians, realising her shopping trip wouldn't happen. John Watson and Jonathan continued talking to each other.
"So" John Watson began. "Where have you been on your travels Jonathan?" "Anywhere nice?" John began.
"Oh you know, here and there, places that are errrmm out of this world John." The Doctor said lightly chuckling to himself, thinking he was being subtle.
Amy who had been staring out the window in her own world snapped out of her daydream to hear what The Doctor had said and kicked him lightly under the table, mouthing, "You are rubbish at this."
The Doctor squirmed slightly and squeaked on his seat as he repositioned himself, she had kicked him harder than before.
Amy was just about to go back into her daydream when Sherlock suddenly spoke.
"Who is she?" Sherlock asked in an accusatory manner, looking directly at Amy.
Amy was quick to react, she hated being called the cat's mother, especially by someone as rude as this man.
"Ermm excuse me, but first of all I have a name" Amy said her Scottish accent growing stronger
"It's Amelia Pond" She said, almost ready to stick her tongue out. "And second of all address me if you want to talk to me, if that isn't too much bother." Amy hissed.
She hated arrogant people.
John scowled at Sherlock "Don't mind him Amy, he's just being a grumpy sod today." John said smiling at Amy trying to cut out the tension. She smiled back and turned away from Sherlock again.
The Doctor totally oblivious to the tension, decided to spark up the conversation again.
"WELL, now that's all sorted out why don't I get a scone or two in?" The Doctor said, rubbing his hands together at the idea of it.
"I want see if they've got fish-fingerss...sssandwiches yet" The Doctor finished, realising he nearly gave away an odd behaviour.
"Sounds perfect Doctor!..." Amy said with a smile looking up at him not realising what she had just said, shooting The Doctor a worried look over the sudden questioning she was going to receive from the two men about whom they were.
"Doctor!? You never told me you were a Doctor? Where did you study?" John asked The Doctor politely with a smile.
Amy now realising she had slipped up, turned as red as her hair. Sherlock had noticed this and tapped his skeletal finger against his chin muttering the word "Interesting."
The Doctor realising Amy's mistake suddenly came up with an excuse fumbling with his hands and fidgeting."Oh, err, quite far from here, you probably wouldn't know it" The Doctor blurted out too quickly, putting on a fake smile. Amy joined in with a forced smile just as awkwardly.
"Tell me Mr Smith what exactly are you a Doctor of?" Sherlock finally spoke a coherent sentence, narrowing his eyes and squinting at The Doctor, watching his every move like a hawk.
Amy's cheeks still flushed a dark shade of scarlet now asked Sherlock what he meant.
"Oi! What do you mean interesting?" Amy began, rudely cutting Sherlock's question to The Doctor up and talking loudly over the top.
Sherlock smiled, a cat that got the cream smile and continued to question The Doctor first. Once again tapping his finger nails on the table in a rhythm.
"Sherlock" John said in a warning tone, already aware of where this was headed.
"It's just a little strange John, that Mr Smith here didn't mention anything about being a Doctor to you." Sherlock began smugly "and you, he never mentioned anything about you to John either, what are you then his tag along?" Sherlock said accusatorily pointing at Amy again.
The Doctor cleared his throat too many times as he tripped over his words "She's just a friend! She sort of travels all over the world with me, I'm actually a Doctor of err philosophy." The Doctor finally managed to conjure up with a huge grin which only seemed to aggravate Sherlock.
Amy was not only turning a considerable shade in the face, she was now quite angry at the man John Watson had just referred to as Sherlock.
"Hey" She said, her Scottish accent growing strong. "I am not any ones tag along" Amy began. "He's my best friend" She said smiling at The Doctor for reassurance. "That's right" The Doctor continued. "Amelia is my errr childhood best friend" He said smiling back at her grateful for the help.
"Is that why you had to wait 12 years for him to return?" Sherlock began staring in Amy's hurt hazel eyes for confirmation.
Amy's mouth immediately dropped wide open. Sherlock smirked realising he was right.
The Doctor suddenly became very serious and sat forward in his seat, the smile dropping from his face, his expression growing dark and cloudy."How exactly is it you would know a thing like that?" The Doctor asked in a predatory fashion.
Amy gave The Doctor a worried expression, realising he was over confident and angry, one step away from making a mistake.
John muttered exasperated "Here we go again" as he realised Sherlock was about to launch into a deduction.
" Your name is Amelia, but I can see from the pursing of your lips you prefer Amy, you currently are running everywhere which suggests a job or hobby with lots of movement, not a ballet dancer, clearly, your feet are much bigger than the average woman's, your height is 5.11, you are from the small town, probably quite far from London. Rural and not many people at a guess, somewhere that's boring which would explain why you feel you need to travel." Sherlock stopped to take an intake of breath.
"You have been left behind regularly which explains why you just gave This Dr Smith that same look you had on your face as a child, just because he almost left you with two strangers. The name Amelia reminds you of a time you were left, confirmed by the sadness in your eyes. When This Dr refers to you as Amelia, you look sad without realising." Sherlock looked at both Amy and The Doctor for confirmation again.
"This suggests you don't like the idea of being left alone, clearly brings back memories of when you were a little girl and when he left you behind to go travelling. The fact he has now picked you up again suggests he fascinates you in some way...not sure how...but the rest is obvious" Sherlock trailed off homing in his eyes at Amy in particular.
Amy's expression softens, as she lets out a little giggle, dumbfounded by Sherlock's deduction.
"Wow!" Amy began still laughing lightly. "Clever Boy!" she says still chuckling.
"How could you possibly know that?" She said staring at Sherlock, no more hatred in her eyes but pure wonderment instead.
"He's very good at that kind of thing, shame it's all behind a grouchy exterior" John said with a smile at Amy. "Can't you at least try to be a little more sociable?" John pleaded with Sherlock.
Sherlock was quite taken aback by Amy's response to his deduction. Not the normal "piss off" He normally received or being called a "freak" But generally she seemed astounded by it...him.
"So I'm guessing you're not the errm average Joe" Amy began, now trying to figure him out. She gave him a warm smile to encourage his stony persona to talk, even if he wasn't the most reciprocal.
"I'm a consulting detective." Sherlock began to brag. "You're a what?" Amy asked slightly unsure of asking him to repeat himself. Sherlock stopped her, from launching into the boring reaction he normally gets over his job, by gesturing for Amy to stop talking and let him finish. "I'm not repeating myself."
Amy mockingly gestured zipping her mouth up with her hand. Sherlock rolled his eyes at her and continued.
"I'm the only one in the world, which is why you haven't heard of the job title, I created the job." Sherlock said tapping his fingers lightly now to Beethoven's 9th symphony. "This means, when the police are out of the depth, which is always, they consult me." Sherlock said with a slight grin.
Amy gestures to be allowed to speak now. "And before you say the police don't consult amateurs, I am not an amateur, as I think I have just proven with your life story Amelia Pond." Sherlock stops her in her tracks. He notices she is now pondering, her thumb and finger indenting into her pale skin stretching the skin slightly under her lip. She then elegantly taps her painted finger nails against her light pink lips repetitively.
"Ok, go ahead Amy." Sherlock reluctantly lets her speak. Amy has been listening intently to every word, the thrill of a detective, the cases, the murders, the things he must see. She suddenly bursts out a sprawl of questions.
"What about the cases?" "How do you decide which ones are...Sherlock material?" "Do you work with John?" "How many murders do you solve?" "Any cases that you haven't solved?" "Do the people on the police force like your help?" "Do you have your own crime lab?" Amy stops to take a breath as she realises she's bombarded Sherlock with questions.
Sherlock stops to think about how to answer these questions cautiously without sounding like a sociopath and scaring Amy off, it was very rare that Sherlock found someone this excited by his cases. "They have to be...interesting enough." He began still thinking about what to say next.
"You mean in the same way you thought my life story was interesting?" Amy said with a flirty smile and a quick impression of Sherlock from earlier.
"Let me finish Amelia." Sherlock said impatiently, still trying to piece together how to describe his work. Amy pouts and sinks into her scarf as she waits for the detective to continue. She twiddles her hair around her index finger, feeling more secure with Sherlock now she had broken down his icy facade.
"Your life doesn't make sense Amy, doesn't that bother you?" Sherlock asked Amy, generally intrigued by her response. Amy started to form an answer to his question, whilst she yawned into her red scarf, annoyed Sherlock had answered all her questions with a one word answer.
"My lifffeee makes perfffeecct sense SShhherrrlooocckk" Amy yawned repeatedly through her sentence. She hadn't been able to fall asleep in her bunk bed on the TARDIS last night. The Doctor had nearly fallen into a super nova and whilst trying to stabilize the TARDIS, Amy had rolled out of bed and hit her hip bone hard on the ladder. She had sworn profusely at the ladder at the time but that wasn't much help now.
The Doctor turned his head slightly to make sure Amy wasn't listening, after realising she was in deep conversation with Sherlock. He leant in to talk to John "So, I was wondering if you might do me a favour John." The Doctor said looking at Amy and Sherlock to make sure they weren't looking. "Why don't we talk about it by the till?" The Doctor mouthed quietly to John pointing towards the empty till point. The Doctor started to quietly get up from the worn in leather seat as he leaned in to talk to Amy.
"Just taking the cups up to the till Amy..carry on." The Doctor said trying not to disturb their conversation too much, amused at how well they were getting on now. He also gestures at John "John is going to help me as well."
"K" Amy said barely acknowledging what The Doctor had said, she was now focusing mainly on trying to keep her eyes open. Her eye lids started to droop as her eyes felt heavy, she kept startling herself and being wide awake again, determined to listen to everything Sherlock was saying.
The Doctor snuck out of his seat with his empty cup and saucer, clattering the china together as he reached the till, John picked up his mug following behind, he gave Sherlock a look, Sherlock didn't recognise.
"See, I've got to go away for a while, to Devon, err scones, coloured sand and such you see?" The Doctor tried to recap what Amy had told him of her school trip to Devon once to make it believable. "Is there any way Amy can stay with you for a little while?" Just until I get things sorted out in Devon, with relations I have down there.." The Doctor said with a smile to make it more passable.
"You are a weird one aren't you Jonathan" John began, "although I suppose I'm used to it with him over there." John gestures back to the table pointing at Sherlock with an involuntary head roll and a warm chuckle. John taps his hand lightly on the mug before placing it down next to Jonathan's china flower patterned cup and saucer.
"I don't even want to know why you're really going to Devon, but you are going to be safe right?" John asked slightly worried over Jonathan going on his own.
The Doctor smiled and pulled out his psychic paper and notepad.
John stared at his credentials for his doctoral degree in Philosophy and realised he must be telling the truth.
John smiled a genuine smile at the doctor and raised his hand to rest on his shoulder briefly. "You be careful you." He said with an encouraging pat on Jonathan's shoulder.
Amy had warmed to Sherlock whilst chatting to him. She had decided behind the arrogant pompous facade Sherlock was quite a fascinating human.
Sherlock was still unsure of who Amy was which infuriated him and intrigued him. "The girl who doesn't make sense" He thought to himself, whilst Amy continued to ramble on about her favourite crime novels being Agatha Christie.
"Maybe she's not as annoyingly ordinary as I thought." Sherlock thought to himself as Amy told him her stories of Leadworth.
Amy paused for a moment to yawn again.
"Doctor errm Smith" Amy began again with the bad lying almost forgetting the Doctors fake name.
"Are we leaving soon? I'm having a lovely time, she says giving Sherlock a flirty smile, "but I'm struggling to keep my eyes opennnnn" she said incoherently through another yawn.
"Oh way to spoil the party Pond!" The Doctor teased with a little smile "Oh" The Doctor looked at John for a decision on Amy being their new lodger "...course we can go"
"Well actually" John interrupted realising Jonathan was giving him a not so subtle look. "I was wondering Amelia, would you like to stay with myself and Sherlock?" John asked deciding Amy was a lovely girl, and he didn't want her to be in danger, with whatever Jonathan had to do in Devon.
"Mrs Hudson has a spare room if you wanted to borrow it, Jonathan tells me he has some business to attend to in Devon." John said talking directly to Amy and dreading Sherlock's reaction to someone new in their flat.
John eventually looked at Sherlock who was rolling his eyes, mouthing "subtle" he assumed John fancied Amy.
"What? What business..." Amy began, only just registering what had been said as The Doctor cut her off mid sentence "OHHHHHH that sounds great doesn't it Amy!" The Doctor exclaimed covering up the truth. "I'm sure you and Sherlock have plenty more left to talk about, well that's all settled, another cup of tea anyone?" asked The Doctor who was trying to change the subject, stood up abruptly, grinning like a maniac, deliberately not looking at Amy.
"Doctor! It's quarter to 10! Tea can't cover this up!" Amy shouted at him. She regained her composure and scuffled over to the till to talk with him."Doctor?" Amy started to whimper at a lower decibel, worry starting to fill her eyes. "Why are you going to Devon"? The Doctor looked at her with caring wise old eyes, realising he was making her worry.
"Just don't worry about me Pond" The Doctor said straightening his bow tie and bopping her own the nose, "you just need to trust me." He said smiling to her reassuringly. "I'll be back before you can say...where's he got to now?" He said with another small smile, feeling bad for hurting his best friend.
"OHHH no you don't raggedy man! You tell me right now where you're going? You always do this when you're about to go and do something reckless and dangerous and worry for my safety! Well I'm worried about you now! Don't you dare leave me again! You're not getting rid of me that easily!" Amy said wobbling through her speech a lump forming in her throat, her accent coming out very thickly as she gripped The Doctor's shoulder and forced him to look her in the now tear filled eyes.
The Doctor smiled at her with adoration and replied softly "Oh Pond, you're so Scottish."
At that The Doctor kissed her on the forehead and told her to behave while he was gone, "should only be one day...or two" He shouted back before scurrying out the door before Amy could chase after him, too tired to function properly Amy felt a salty tear stain her face. "Be safe Raggedy man" She whispered to herself, praying he wouldn't do anything stupid.
"Right well Amy, you said you were tired so let's go show you to your room" John began with an encouraging smile.
"You're crying?" Sherlock observed.
Amy, who was being short and curt to Sherlock, scowled at him and wiped her eyes embarrassed to be seen this vulnerable.
"Well done Genius" She quickly retorted.