The flat was dark as the two residents sat watching the screen. John sitting in the chair leaning forward engrossed with what was playing. Sherlock was lounging on the couch watching. His eyes set on the screen, his face not showing his excitement. To be honest he found the show intriguing, he didn't like it so much when he turned out to be wrong. He did enjoy the main character with his partner. He had no idea what was going to happen this show. Part of him liked it, his ego didn't.
" Is any one going to ask about the glasses?" Asked the main character asked looking around.
" What's with the glasses?" His companion asked as she giggled. He explained and went back to what he was doing. There was a smile on his face, as he work side by side with the girl he loved.
" Something is going to happen to her." John said leaning back in his chair as a commercial started to play. Sherlock sat up, and stretched. It was going to be a long night with a marathon.
" What makes you say that?" Sherlock asks as John goes to get some tea. John doesn't answer for a while as he is looking for the perfect mug. He comes back with a regular cup and his T.A.R.D.I.S. Mug and sits in his chair again. His head turned back thinking.
" Well...how would I put this...The show is written by a man that likes to make people cry." He said.
" Who is this man?" Sherlock asks. Truly intrigued by this whole thing.
" He only writes a few episodes, but they are often the ones that I like." John said. He looked at Sherlock who was not happy with him beating around the bush. " His name is Moffat."
" We could beat the cybermen with one Dalek. You are superior on only one aspect."
" What is that" The metal man who had once been a ghost asked.
" You are better at dieing!" The small little anger alien said in his monotone voice. John laughed a little at the smart alick remark that occurred. Sherlock smiled a little, he seemed to be liking this Moffat person as a writer for this show he was starting to like. Though he would never would tell John that last part. The show continued and soon John was back to leaning forward. Slowly drinking his tea as they always do in England.
The Doctor leaned on the wall along with Rose in a different universe. She was crying, the Doctor did not. He stood looking sad and with that he walked off. Yet the screen never did fade like they thought. It went to rose who heard the Doctor's voice.
The two grown men would not admit that they had tears fall from there eyes as all the Doctor got out was " Rose Tyler I..." In fact to two of them handled it rather in the same way. They pouted and would hardly talk t anyone. Ms. Hudson was worried there for a bit until John told her what had happened. Then she seemed to understand, she just made sure that the two of them were eating. Then the crime solving duo got to where everyone was now. Waiting for the Christmas special where there would be a actor playing the Doctor.
" What did you think about the 50th?" John asked over cereal one morning. Sherlock shrugged, he was not awake as he pulled up the spoon to his mouth.
" I for one am excited for this new Doctor. " John said smiling going off into his own little Doctor Who world.
" So am I." Sherlock whispered to his bowl. Now just as drawn in as John.
I hope you guys enjoyed this! I don't own Sherlock or Doctor Who!