Word Count: 470
A/N: Day eleven of a writing challenge.
Summary: The Doctor is ready for when The Thinker regenerates.
Prepared
As Sherlock takes that final plunge he has a drifting thought; that this is the end and that he hadn't yet found a way to cure his boredom. After all, that was what his entire life had been about. Finding a way to end the dull world around him, this need was what had driven him into trying drugs. It's what prompted him to become a consulting detective. As he falls he regrets, laminating on the fact that he had not found a way to fill the wide chasm in his life.
When he hits the ground everything goes black; for a moment, a mere moment, he swears he hears a sigh of relief and a whispered 'Finally.'
The Doctor watches as what was once The Thinker crashes into the ground, he patiently waits as The Thinker's Companion checks him over and finds him dead. His Companion wails and The Doctor feels a worry he hadn't known he had disappear; because The Thinker's Companion was mourning the detective's supposed passing. The blond was sad that the other Time Lord was 'dead'; The Thinker had made a connection, something that The Doctor had feared his comrade wouldn't be able to do. But he had, and this one revelation gave The Doctor hope.
The Doctor sneaks into the morgue where The Thinker is being kept, the other Time Lord would be regenerating any minute now, and it wouldn't do for him to return to the world with no one to greet him. That was what had caused 'Sherlock' to exist, The Thinker being abandoned and killed. Left behind with no idea of who or what he was. It was pure luck that he had regenerated as a babe and that the Holmes' were willing to take him in. But The Doctor wouldn't let history repeat itself this time, he would be at The Thinker's side when he came to.
The Thinker slowly awakes, his body heavy from just being regenerated. "Hello, you might not remember, but I'm The Doctor!"
The Doctor smiles down at the sleepy man in front of him, when was the last time that he had seen such a regeneration? It must of been years! Usually the process only took moments; but The Thinker, always the stubborn one, had forced his regeneration to last a week. The normal light that wrapped around a Time Lord when he regenerated had been absent, causing The Doctor to worry. But he had been consoled when on the second day The Thinker's two hearts began to beat, his worry had been completely banished when The Thinker began to breath.
"Indeed."
"You're a Time Lord, we both are! We're the last ones, mind you; but we're the same."
"That bow tie is atrocious."
Yes, The Thinker was the same as before.