Playing Docter.
Sherlock sat in his empty bedroom wearing his pink he-man boxer shorts and crying tears. He was sad. His lover, Watson, had left him and now all he could do was hold Watsons tearstained farewell note in his hand and sob as he read it again and again.
He had found the note when he had returned home from the Cock Shop (the local gay bar.) Placed carefully on the table next to the vase of Chlamydia's, Sherlock had not even noticed it when he entered the room, however a sinking feeling had come over him when he had lifted the paper off the table. When Sherlock first saw the very first line he knew that it was over.
"My Dearest Shercock Bones" The letter had begun. John rarely addressed Sherlock by that name except when he was being very serious. "I think we have grown apart over the last few months, you no longer possess the ability to satisfy me emotionally or sexually. As I sit here in my pink he-man boxer shorts,"
Sherlock lept to his feet, how had he been so obtuse!? John wouldn't have been wearing his pink he-man boxer shorts, Monday was Sherlocks day to wear them. Meaning Watson hadn't left Sherlock he had been kidnapped by Moriarty and sent back in time! A wave of dread washed over Sherlock followed by something darker and dirtier because if John had been sent back in time there was only one man who could help him…
"I knew you'de cum again." The docter said from inside his pink he-man boxer shorts. The (9th) docter was wearing pink he-man boxer shirts and a black leather jacket. "It's nice to see you after so long and hard a time without you."
"I vowed I would never cum inside your lair again." Sherlock spat vehemently.
"I knew you could not resist my tard-ass."
"Please," Sherlock pleaded as he turned away from the docter, "I am here neither for your tard-ass or your one eyed weeping angel. My friend John…"
"Oh so you've moved on then…" The docter asked angrily, tears of sadness welling behind his eyes (they were blue or maybe brown.)
"Yes I have but I still care about you and I know you care about me. I love john and right now he has been kidnapped by moriarty and sent back in time. Im begging you, can you help me save John?"
"I can, butt you will have to make it up to me." The docter took a step towards Sherlock so that their eyes were only inches apart. The docter slid his hand past the bulging trouser odd in shelocks pink he-man boxer shorts. "remember how good it used to be... Hearts aren't the only thing i have two of" The docter whispered into sherlocks ear...
To be Cocktinued.