Fic prompt: John meeting the Doctor post Reichenbach and The Doctor being all comforting and reassuring :)
John woke from his fitful sleep when he heard it.
That noise. That sodding noise. Ever since he was a child, that sound had followed him around, but as he'd gotten older he'd heard it even more often.
"Bloody hell, not again" he grumbled, climbing from his bed and padding down the stairs. As he arrived in the front room of 221B, trying desperately not to look for his absent flatmate, he was confronted by...well.
Whatever the hell that was.
A blue box, almost double his height, was standing in the doorway to the kitchen. As John stared, the front door to the box opened and a young man's head popped out.
"Oh! Hello. Doctor Watson, yes? Or John, seeing as we're friends." exclaimed the man.
"I-What? How did you get into my flat? And how are we friends-I've never seen you before in my life!" spluttered John.
The man stepped fully out of his box, and John's eyes widened at his outfit. He was wearing some sort of tweed jacket, a bow tie and a fez. A fez, for God's sake! Seeing the man s ridiculous attire boosted John's confidence, and he spoke slowly. "How did you get into our-I mean, my- flat?"
The strange man tapped the side of his box. "In the TARDIS, of course. We ve had a few technical issues, though. Kept turning up at the wrong point in your timeline." He stepped forward, offering his hand. "I'm the Doctor, by the way."
Staring incredulously at the man's hand, John spoke again. "Ok, great. You got into my flat in a giant blue box. With a name." He looked up at the Doctor worriedly. "Do you need me to call anyone? Is there someone who should be, ehm, looking after you, perhaps?"
"What? No! I've come to look after you!" At the look of horror on John's face, the Doctor stepped back hastily. "That sounded better in my head. Sorry. No, what I mean is, it s important that you sort yourself out. Sherlock s been gone for almost a year now, and it'll be another two bef-" The Doctor stopped suddenly, clamping his own hand over his mouth. He spoke through his fingers. "Forget I said that. Spoilers. Let me start again." The Doctor took a deep breath and removed his hand from his face. "John. I know how hard it is to lose someone, and think they're never coming back. Sherlock wouldn't want you to be like this. Trust me, though, when I tell you that it gets better. One day you'll feel happy again."
John's mouth fell open slightly at the Doctor's words, and he stared at the mad man who seemed to know all about him, utterly speechless.
As he finished speaking, the Doctor grinned again. "Right! Well, message delivered." He took John's limp hand, shaking it happily. "You'll be seeing me again. Like I said, I kept popping up at the wrong time. And, of course, when Sh-" He shut his mouth quickly, turning and striding into his box before he could reveal anything else.
As the mad man strode away from him, John closed his eyes. When he opened them again, after listening to that familiar sound, the man and his box had gone. No, not box, John thought. TARDIS. Walking into the kitchen, John allowed himself a small smile. Had he finally met the mysterious 'Time Lord' Sherlock had always spoken about?
AN: This is my first fic, so any feedback would be great :3 I hope you enjoyed it!