"Hello, Doctor." A tall man with dark curls and pale skins says, as he reveals himself, stepping solemnly out of the shadows.
Immediately the eleventh regeneration of the Doctor spins on his heel to see the man, "Sherlock Holmes." He states, his brow furrowed.
"You know who I am?" Sherlock replies, placing his hands behind his back.
"Of course, I received a letter from John Watson, begging me to take him back to the day you killed yourself. You destroyed him! He thinks you're dead! How can you do this to him?" The Doctor explains, his voice cool and scolding.
"Oh, like you are any better!" Sherlock returns, his voice taking an angry edge, "Rose Tyler is stuck in an alternate universe, Martha Jones was dragged into a world of danger, Donner Nobel can't remember who you are, Rory Williams and Amy Pond were sent into the past, your wife tried to kill you and Clara? When are you going to ruin her?"
"How do you know about all of those?" The Doctor shouts back, glaring at Sherlock.
"Simple deductions. At least what I did, I did out of love. I did to save him!" Sherlock counters, his voice no more angry than his previous statement.
"I saved Donna." The Doctor yells, his voice straining.
"From you, I know. I saved John and Mrs Hudson, Lestrade..."
"You don't even know his first name." The Doctor interrupts.
"Greg. His name is Greg. He is the only one at Scotland Yard who believes me." Sherlock counters, his voice tense.
"Mr Holmes, fix your mess." The Doctor orders, before turning back around and continuing on his travels.
"At least try not to hurt Clara." Sherlock calls over his shoulder, before retreating to the shadows.
The Doctor furiously stomps to the Tardis. He will not hurt Clara, she is the exception to the rule, she is the impossible girl.