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Rain pattered on the streets of London, like everyday, the sky was grey and gloomy.
'Splash!'
"Woah! Ah- Sugar Honey Iced Tea!, Doctor!" Samie yelped as she skidded around the corner of Baker Street. "Just keep running, we'll find it!" The Doctor assured in reply. The duo halted in an alley way, there she was, the TARDIS. Time And Relative Dimensions In Space.
"What the hell was that!?" She shoved the Doctor's shoulder lightly. "You know what it was, why are you asking me?" He defended. "Why are there Slitheen in London?" Samie grumbled, glaring at the Doctor. "Why were there Slitheen in London. They're gone now, but they were here for a new home planet." He corrected her.
Samie frowned and punched his arm. "Ow! Hey, it's not my fault! I don't understand why you're so angry." He snapped. The Doctor sighed and rubbed his chin, pacing the pavement. He looked back at the girl and straightened his glasses. "You let them die! You let them just fall off that bridge and die!" Samie's eyes began to water in rage.
"It was a fixed point in time! There was nothing I could do!" "You could have saved them!" "They would have gotten run over in traffic the next week! And if I saved them then, they would get shot by hunters or some sort." The Doctor and Samie bickered angrily.
"Fine, if you don't like it, then leave!" The Doctor froze immediately after the words slipped out. Samie's eyes couldn't conceal her tears. "OK. If you wanted me to leave then you shouldn't have waited till now. I'll go get my bags." She crossed her arms and walked to the TARDIS. "Sam- I didn't mean t-" "No, no. It's fine." Samie cut him off.
"If you're really going to leave, at least let me help you pack." He followed swiftly. "I never unpacked. I knew you're reputation." Sam growled and swung one of her bags over her shoulder. The Doctor watched motionlessly, mouth hanging open.
Samie stood in the open door, one hand on the handle. She turned her head and said, almost whispering. "Goodbye, Doctor."
*In a flat in 221B Baker St.*
"Sherlock, I'm ho-" "BORED!" Sherlock interrupted John's greeting. "Uh, Sherlock. Are you cooking an eyeball?" John raised an eyebrow. "No, I'm burning it." He corrected.
"John, where are my biscuits?" Sherlock looked at John's empty hands. "Biscuits? Sherlock I don't-" "I asked you for biscuits!" "When?" "About an hour ago." "Sherlock, I left four hours ago."
A/n
My first Wholock Fanfic! Hope you guys like reading it as much as I like writing it! :3
Toodles!