A/N: I had this idea a while back, when I saw a fanfic on another website that had never been finished. I thought "You know what, it seems like these characters would be good together" and thus, this weirdness was born. I hope you enjoy!

This takes place post-Reichenbach, so yeah. Probably about two years later.

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Chapter 1

Sally Sparrow sighed. The shop was always slow on Sundays.

She walked over to the window and looked at the crowded street. The people laughed and chattered to each other, unknowing of the strange things that actually happened all the time. I have seen so much, Sally thought, and now I just work in a shop. She turned around and looked at said shop.

The videos on the shelves were dusty from not being picked up for so long, and the books were falling apart. There were even some books that were kept in shade because the light would damage the age old paper. The blue wallpaper on the walls was still new looking, which was a miracle, considering neither her nor Larry ever did any repair work.

She walked to the counter and ducked down underneath it to find the 'closed' sign. They weren't getting much business anyways, and Larry wouldn't be home for a week; there was no harm in closing early.

She heard the bell ring and nearly hit her head on the desk. She rose and looked at the man who had entered. "I'm sorry sir, but I was just closing…"

"I'm sorry for intruding, but I just got back to London, and I was looking at some shops," The man said. He appeared to be trying to look put together, but was tragically failing; his broad shoulders were slightly hunched, his curly black hair was unruly, and his long black coat was tarnished with dirt and was worn down.

"Have you been out of town long?" Sally asked the stranger. There's something familiar about him, she thought.

"Oh yes, quite some time," He grimaced, as if thinking of something painful. "Lots of memories involved with this town. I generally disapprove of memories, but one must sometimes make exceptions."

I wish I could get rid of my memories, Sally thought. "Sorry, but who are you?"

The stranger faltered. "I, uhm, I'm no one. Just a fellow, passing through."

"Sure you are," replied Sally. I wonder if he's on the run. Maybe he's a drug dealer or a bookie.

The stranger turned to leave and then stopped suddenly. He turned back around. "You don't happen to know an elderly woman by the name of Mrs. Hudson, do you?"

Sally nodded. "She's one of our regulars. Quite the busy-body for being older. Why?"

The stranger gave Sally what might be perceived as a smile. "Oh, no reason," he said, but his blue eyes were brighter than they had been. "Sorry for bothering you Miss…ah."

"Sparrow. Sally Sparrow."

The man quirked his lips. "Interesting name. Goodbye, Miss Sally Sparrow."

He walked towards the door of the shop and pushed it open, walking out the door into the crowded street. Sally walked over to the window and watched him walk; soon – too soon – he vanished into the metamorphous.

She sighed and hung up the 'closed' sign.

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