The Hardest Decision

by Mournstache

Sherlock AU: Sherlock is a Timelord. He doesn't realize it, but Sherlock has everything he's ever wanted in life. Multiple interesting murders, a number of people that consider him their "friend," and a trusty flat mate that would go with him wherever he goes. But what if he has to set this all aside for the life he had in the first place?

1. Prologue

Hi guys! This is my first attempt of a fanfic… Probably suck, but if you're interested in the story, and you aren't satisfied with my writing, kindly tell me in the reviews, criticisms accepted. It's not beta-d (but if you want to you could always PM me) and it's also not translated to the British way of saying things. (I don't know what do you call it, sorry) Anyways, on to the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock or ANY of the characters. Also if this story is any way similar to that of another story, then it's a total COINCIDENCE because this just randomly popped out in my head without reading any fanfics (at the moment) having this plot or any particular event.

Four bodies, covered in white cloth, lay around the room. A lady moved around from body to body, and was not afraid of the corpses around her at all, for she was used to dead bodies, even organs, at most. No, this is not a crime scene, it's a morgue. Four bodies, covered in white cloth, lay around the room. A lady moved around from body to body, and was not afraid of the corpses around her at all, for she was used to dead bodies, even organs, at most. No, this is not a crime scene, it's a morgue.

She wore a lab coat above a white shirt and trousers, her brown hair braided and sat on her right shoulder. She scanned each and every one of them, unveiling each of their pale faces and consulted her clip board. It held the identity of the four deceased people within the room, and she used it as a guide to distinguish which is which.

It was a quiet night here in the hospital she was working in. Most people would think that the environment would be rather spooky or fearsome, but she continued the task at hand. Her night shift is ending soon, and it would be better to finish all the work in the night.

At last she finished naming all of the corpses, adding white boards with their names on them just below their feet. And just in time, her digital watch started to make soft beeping sounds. And when she checked it, it flashed "23:00" in red lines. She left the morgue after double checking if everything is completed.

She opened the double doors, and looked at the window ahead and gasped.