Halli ;)
i wrote this fanfic a long time ago.
English isnt my native tongue
Its oby a translation ;) hope you enjoy it 3
"John, I think we have a client!" Shouts Sherlock loudly from the kitchen. Once again he was busy experimenting with the innumerable human preparations he possessed.
"I have not heard it ring," John said, sitting in the living room enjoying the morning tea.
"She's been there for at least three hours," Sherlock said, bored, holding a brain flap in the Bunsen burner.
"How do you mean, Sherlock?"
"Look at the sofa. John turned to the sofa. Sherlock was right. There lay a blond-haired young woman.
Sherlock, how long has she been there?
Oh, no idea. 3 hours? Maybe 4? John jumped up and went to the woman. He knelt beside her and checked her vital functions.
Everything's fine. She lives. She just sleeps. Sherlock, why did not you say it earlier?
Oh, no idea. I thought you'd noticed her. Why am I always responsible for everything?
So who is she?
I do not know. She is British, you can see that very quickly. She cried. So she's sad about something. Or rather she was sad. For if she was still sad, she would still cry. But for me, the human psyche has always been a mystery. She is not from here, for her clothes are made of a material that does not yet exist. And the envelope in her pocket advises me to call someone right away. John you have to call him. John looked at him.
If they mean ... Oh ... Him?
Yes him. Call the Doctor.
Hello. The doctor in his TARDUS on the apparatus?
Oh Hello Doctor. At what regeneration are they just?
Oh Hello John. How are you all! I'm just in the 11th regeneration, but you know it, we have only le -...
please. No more details. You know the early knowledge is bad for the psyche. Bye Doctor. John hung up and chose again
"What is John?" The doctor asked. John knew it was the doctor he was looking for.
Hello Doctor. I think we have something here that might be interesting to you.