Wholock! I've wanted to do this for ages (literally!), but school has made it hard to find time. That and working on my FNAF OC story.

Anyways, this first chapter will focus on introducing the character of Andromeda and her relationship with her family, also how she meets The Doctor.

What I've decided to do is work on a chapter of this, and now I'm going to write chapter 3.5 of my FNAF story, then come back to this, and so on and so forth.

This chapter is set in 2002, 10 years before the main story takes place, making Andromeda 13 and Sherlock around 22. The next will take place in 2012 London, so Sherlock would be onto season 2 and Doctor Who would be about to start season 6.

Okay, I've rambled long enough... Enjoy the story!

-Star x

2002

"For god's sake, Andromeda! You've ruined everything!" A younger Sherlock yelled at the girl.

"They would have killed you, brother!" She replied. "I just saved your life".

"No, little sister, you've just rendered months of work and tracking Showlong and his people entirely useless!" Sherlock replied harshly. "He was about to tell me everything about the drug smuggling and-"

"He had a gun to your head!" Andromeda cut him off. "He would have shot you on the spot if I hadn't intervened and taken Showlong out." She added, holding up a Victorian era pistol, a family air-loom she had 'borrowed'.

"I could have handled it." Sherlock snapped. "And now he's gone. And its your fault."

"What was I supposed to do?" Andromeda said. "Let you die?"

"You were supposed to let me take care of it! You're 13 years old! What makes you think that you know better than me? You can't even deduce an average person correctly!" Sherlock said sternly and cruelly.

Life wasn't exactly normal for Andromeda Holmes. Both her siblings were obnoxious geniuses, and she spent most of her time trying to follow their example, deducing people in the street while Sherlock observed.

He would always tell her she got it wrong. And then he would point out anything she'd missed without regard for her feelings. She always felt different to her siblings, she barely even looked like them with her blonde, wavy hair and casual dress sense. While her brothers were always prancing round in tight suits, Andromeda preferred jeans and a leather jacket. Like today, she was wearing a navy denim jacket, black sneakers, and a white top. The only thing that would make you think they were related were her eyes, the same icy blue as Sherlock's, but in hers you'd see kindness and compassion instead of coldness and logic.

Andromeda wasn't exactly 'planned' either. She was born 9 years after Sherlock, conceived by accident. A lot of the time, that's how she thought her family viewed her, a mistake they now have to live with.

But nevertheless, she still loved her family, no matter what they thought of her.

"I just wanted to help" Andromeda said sadly. "Why do you never let me help?"

"I never let you help because you ruin everything." Sherlock said coldly. "Every time I'm tracking someone and I lose them, its because you've intervened."

Stepping forward until he was staring right into his sister's eyes, Sherlock said slowly "I don't need you".

Tears were welling up in Andromeda's eyes as her brother took a step back, spun around on his heel, and walked away, without saying another word.

I can't do this anymore. Andromeda thought to herself, letting the pistol slip from her hand and fall to the floor, tears joining them moments later.

With that, she started to walk towards the exit behind her, but broke into a run upon hearing footsteps coming her way. She burst out of the door, ran through a maze of corridors, and came out into the street, instantly hit with icy rain, making her feel even more miserable than she already felt. She pulled her navy denim jacket tighter around her body and walked slowey through the crowds, blending in with the hoards of drenched shoppers, not one acknowledging her presence.

Back at the building Showlong's people had occupied, Sherlock strolled back into the room where he confronted Andromeda, expecting to find her there ready for round 2 of arguing, but the room was empty.

"Andromeda?" Sherlock called out while looking around the room, noticing the open door on the other side. Making his way towards it his foot collided with something hard and heavy.

"Argh!" He exclaimed, his foot thumping from the impact. Looking down he saw what he hit, the pistol. The pistol his sister was using. Sherlock also noticed the tiny wet patches on the pistol and on the ground around it. Dipping his finger into one of the patches and after tasting it he concluded: tears. Andromeda's tears?

Picking up the pistol Sherlock quickly made his way through the door, sprinted down the same corridors Andromeda ran through, and burst through the door into the street, just avoiding hitting a elderly man. Squinting to see through the rain he searched through the crowds of people.

She's not here he thought, worrying scenarios coming into mind, dismissing them.

She walked away, there's no sign of a struggle, she wasn't kidnapped Sherlock concluded, walking back down the street and through the door, sighing with relief.

Human error. She'll be back when she's calmed down.

Andromeda walked for what seemed like a lifetime before she stopped to rest. Her starting point was around the centre of Westminster, and she walked the distance to Mayfair. The rain had stopped before she arrived, but her clothes were still damp from the downpour, but her cheeks were still moist from tears.

Upon reaching the entrance to Hyde Park she decided it would be a good place to rest and determine her next move. Passing through the tall gates she walked along the path through the trees until she came to a children's play area. The benches were all occupied by parents absorbed in their phones while their children played on the apparatus. With no other place available Andromeda walked into the play area and settled herself on one of the swings, with the occasional toddler charging past, taking no notice of her.

Zoning out, she began to wonder what she would do next. She went over each option that came to mind, but they all seemed as hopeless as the others.

I could go home? No. Home's the last place I want to be right now. She concluded.

Stay with a friend? Impossible, I have none. No one at school would even sit next to me unless they were forced, thanks to Sherlock.

Get a job and move out? I'm 13, no one will hire me. Andromeda thought, out of ideas.

It's hopeless. I'm hopeless.

So lost in despair, she didn't even notice when a young man approached the swings, staring at her curiously.

"Excuse me, is this seat reserved?" The man asked, gesturing to the vacant swing next to her.

"Um, I guess not" Andromeda said, slightly confused.

You can't reserve swings she thought.

"Thank you" the man said, taking a seat on the swing, pushing off the ground slightly, swinging a little and smiling, giving her an ample chance to take a proper look at him. He looked to be in his late 20's, wearing a brown tweed jacket, a shirt, pants with suspenders, lace up boots and a ...bowtie?

Can't be any weirder than my brothers she reasoned. His hair was combed over into a floppy quiff and when he turned and smiled at her she got a brief glance of his eyes before he turned away. They were pale green with flickers of orange around the pupils.

It's strange. She thought. He's so young yet his eyes look as if they've seen the equivalent of a lifetime. They seemed... Heavy. Like someone who's seen war and loss over and over. His eyes were drowned in sadness. Perhaps he was a retired soldier, who ran because he couldn't stand the battlefield anymore.

"Are you okay?" The man suddenly asked, snapping Andromeda from her thoughts. She looked round to see him turned to face her, a look of concern plastered on his face.

"What? I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" she replied, pretending to be surprised by the question to make it more convincing.

"You've been crying" he replied. He obviously wasn't fooled by her response. If anything he now looked even more concerned.

"I haven't. It was pouring down earlier, I just haven't dried off properly yet." She insisted, holding up a price of her hair, still damp and frizzy.

"Your clothes and hair are damp but your cheeks are still soaking, and your eyes are bloodshot." the man said in a almost parent-like tone, concern evident still.

Accepting defeat, Andromeda simply said "You got me" looking down at the floor, fresh tears beginning to spill out onto her already drenched cheeks.

She looked back up at the man, who just looked sadly at her for a moment before reaching into the front pocket on his jacket and retrieved a tissue, holding it out to her.

She spoke a quiet "thank you" and took the tissue and dried her eyes and cheeks. After a few moments of awkward silence she finally spoke.

"What happened?" Andromeda queried.

"Pardon?" The man asked, his expression turning from one of concern to confusion.

"What happened to you that left you so sad? I see it in your eyes." She added, curious now.

"I'm not sad persay, the man began. "I've just seen a lot of bad things, and good things of course. You should never forget the good things, but sometimes its the bad things that stay with you instead." He finished.

"What kind of bad things?" She asked, insistant for an answer.

Sighing, the man looked at Andromeda at said "I've seen wars. I've seen death. I've seen the some of the best people I've ever known turn against me. I've had to do a lot of awful things to save a lot of good people, and it still stays with you, all your life."

"So you're a soldier?" Andromeda concluded, thinking she may have actually deduced him correctly after all.

"I was, once." He said sadly. "There were some moments when I had to do some bad to acheive some good, but when I could, I tried to do what I've always done: be a Doctor."

"That's me, by the way." He added, the sadness in his voice fading slightly. "I'm the Doctor."

"Doctor Who?" She asked.

"Ha!" The Doctor said, chuckling. "You're far from the first person to ask me that. I'm just the Doctor." He said, smiling as he straightened his bowtie.

"Please to meet you, Doctor. My name's Andromeda." She replied without even thinking.

I shouldn't really talk to strangers, let alone tell them my name. But this 'Doctor' seems harmless enough. He actually seems quite nice, if weird.

"Andromeda! What a splendid name!" The Doctor cheered. "You know, the only other person I know with that name is Her Majesty Andromeda, Queen of the galaxy that was her namesake. Lovely woman, although last time I saw her she did order my execution. You're not her in disguise are you?"

"Erm, no" She replied, extremely confused. "Wait, the Andromeda galaxy?"

"Yes, she rules the galaxy itself." He replied quickly, earning a confused look from Andromeda. "So come on then, I've told you my story, why were you crying?" The Doctor said, the concern returned to his voice.

Avoiding his gaze, Andromeda looked down, as if in shame.

"I was crying because my brothers hate me." She said, tears refilling her eyes. "To them, I'm just a stupid girl they're stuck with".

"Nah, I don't think that's true" The Doctor said, a shocked look on his face. "How could you ever believe you're stupid? Who else could have read my past just from looking into my eyes?".

"My brothers could" Andromeda began, her voice breaking. "If they were here they'd have deduced your entire family history by now."

Wiping away tears she turned to face the Doctor and added "I'm a mistake, I wasn't even supposed to be born. The last thing my brother said to me is that he didn't need me. They think me worthless, sometimes I think maybe they're right."

The Doctor, not being able to bare Andromeda being upset anymore, rose from his swing, and kneeled down beside her so he was at her eye level.

"Andromeda, you know the most important thing I've learned in all my years?" He asked, his tone serious now.

"No." She replied, still weeping.

Placing a hand on her shoulder, he continued "I learned that no-one, not one single being that has ever lived is worthless. Everyone has the potential to do something amazing, and you know what makes you special Andromeda?"

"What?" She asked, looking into his eyes.

"You are special because you are utterly unique in the Universe. You are different from your brothers because you see the world differently, and that's a good thing. We're like snowflakes, not one identical. You will be okay Andromeda, I promise you."

"But, what if I won't be?" she said, defeated.

The Doctor thought for a moment, thinking how he could help. He looked around the park for inspiration, and stopped and stared at the metal fence surrounding the play area, then looked back around at Andromeda.

"Come here" the Doctor said, standing back up and crossing over to the metal fence, Andromeda following suit.

"Have you even seen a spiderweb after its been raining?" He said, pointing at a small web, made in between the bars.

"Yeah, so?" Andromeda replied, curious as to why this was relevant to her situation.

"Well, you would think the pressure and force of the rain would destroy it, wouldn't you?" The Doctor said. "But no, the web survives the rain, and if anything, made it better. See the raindrops lining the strands? See how it shines, how irredentist it now is? The rain that those think would break it strengthened it. Do you see what I'm getting at Andromeda?"

"You think my situation will make me stronger?" she replied, surprised.

"I know it will, you'll be even more determined than before, and you'll shine even brighter than you ever thought you would" The Doctor said, smiling.

"Maybe" Andromeda said after a few moments, a little hope in her voice.

"I know you can do it" he added, causing Andromeda to smile a little.

"I should get going, see if you're right" she replied, holding out her hand. "It was good to meet you".

"It was wonderful to meet you" the Doctor said cheerfully, taking her hand and shaking it frantically. "Good luck".

"Goodbye, Doctor" Andromeda called, reclaiming her hand as she turned and headed for the exit of the park.

"Bye Andromeda!" He called after her, causing her to turn and wave before walking out of the play area and back towards the main road.

Andromeda, what a splendid girl. I do hope I bump into her again. The Doctor thought to himself as he walked back over to his swing and sat down, pulled out his sonic and occupied himself with rearranging the settings.

After leaving the play area Andromeda walked back along the path through the trees, with a much more confident attitude before.

Maybe the Doctor's right she wondered. Maybe things will get better for me. I hope one day I'll see him again, so I can tell him if he was right.

Her thoughts were interrupted as she walked through the gates of Hyde Park and re-entered busy Mayfair. People racing around, paying attention to nothing but their phones.

As she walked along the pavement she felt different than an hour earlier. She felt, happy, and somewhat confident with herself, and it was all thanks to The Doctor.

I'm 13 now, I can move out in a few years, get my own place, have my own life. But until then, I'm going home to make things right.

Satisfied with her plans, she continued to walk along towards a nearby bus stop. She had some loose change in her pocket, but had forgotten about it earlier in her upset state, and home was too far to walk too.

As she was about to cross over the road to the bus stop, her phone buzzed in her jeans pocket. Taking it out, she felt a little nervous when she read the caller I.D., it was Sherlock.

Should I answer?

Her thumb hovered between the answer and reject buttons, shaking. Looking up she saw the bus she wanted was pulling into the stop, and she knew London buses didn't wait long.

Crap. She thought, running towards the bus without even thinking to check the road was clear. In the duration of her dash for the bus she had accidentally accepted her brother's call.

"Andromeda? Where are you?" Sherlock said through the phone, causing his sister to forget she'd just run into the middle of a busy London road. She hung up quickly and then remembered where she was standing.

And that's when the car smashed into her.

The Doctor looked up when he heard the crash, followed by the sounds of screams and screeching tires. As if by instinct, he sprung into action, racing out of the play area, through the path of trees, and out of the park gates as fast as his legs would carry him.

He looked around to see a group of people crowding round the scene. A woman was helping an elderly man from the car that had caused the accident. The man was obviously in shock, and he kept looking at the people standing in front of the car, a guilty look on his face.

Someone's been hit the Doctor realised. He dashed over to the crowd, fighting to get through.

"Let me through, I'm a doctor!" He shouted to the people as he pushed through. When he reached the victim, both his hearts sank as he knelt down next to her. Andromeda was lying unconscious on the concrete, her right leg broken, bleeding cuts and forming bruises everywhere, and a deep, bloody laceration on the side of her head, thick blood running down her neck, staining her jacket red. The Doctor took her wrist in his hand gently, feeling for a pulse.

She's breathing, but her pulse is very weak. She may not make it to hospital. There's only one option. he concluded, carefully scooping up the injured girl, being sure to support her head, resting it against his chest, causing his jacket to also become stained with blood. The crowd of people cleared a path and murmured words of confusion to one another as the Doctor quickly walked away, carrying Andromeda to safety.

He raced away from the main road and down an alleyway round the back of shops, stopping when he reached the only thing in the alley worthy of note, the TARDIS. While still holding the girl securely, the Doctor snapped his fingers, causing the doors to open, and stepped inside.

"Ah! Where have you been young man?" Mrs Holmes inquired as her younger son came into the living room, clothes and hair damp from the rain earlier.

"Just finishing up some work" Sherlock replied, flopping down on an armchair facing her.

"I see." She said suspiciously. "Where's your sister? You were supposed to be looking after her."

"She's let emotion get the better of her and gone off to sulk" he said bitterly.

"Oh Sherlock, what happened this time?" She asked sadly. She knew how upset Andromeda could get sometimes if she thought she disappointed Sherlock.

"She made sure that months of work were entirely wasted, because of her, I've nothing to go on now!" he practically yelled, angered at the memory.

"Don't yell at your mother!" Mr Holmes said, looking up from his newspaper. "Apologize, now."

Sherlock glared at his father, than turned to his mother and said "sorry", clearly annoyed.

"Thank you." She replied. "Now, call your your sister and ask her to come home please."

"I called her earlier, she hung up." He said as he headed for the stairs, not wanting to socialise with his parents any longer.

"That's not like her." Mrs Holmes said to her husband, worry clear in her voice.

"I'm sure she's fine, dear. Don't worry" Mr Holmes replied, reassuring her. "She'll be home when she's ready."

"That may not be as soon as you'd think." A voice said regretfully, coming from the doorway. It was Mycroft. He wasn't a man of emotion, but even for him, he looked... Sad.

"What do you mean, Mike?" Mrs Holmes said, raising from her chair quickly, Mr Holmes and Sherlock doing the same.

"Mycroft, tell us!" Mr Holmes demanded after moments of silence.

Looking sadly at his family, Mycroft reached for his briefcase, opened it a retrieved a file, it was from the police.

"I've just been informed by my associates at the Metropolitan Police that Andromeda has been involved in a road collision a few hours ago."

"What?!" Mrs Holmes cried as her husband held her close. Sherlock looked shocked, but for once said nothing.

"And-and they're sure it was her?" Mr Holmes said shakily.

"I'm afraid so." Mycroft replied quietly.

"Well, where is she now? She needs us to be there, all of us!" Mrs Holmes begged, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face.

"We don't know." Mycroft admitted, causing his parents to look even more upset and concerned. "A traffic camera caught the whole incident on tape, but it also shows a man approach Andromeda after she was hit, and it shows him carry her away. The police are currently investigating and they'll be coming to question us later, all of us." He said, directly facing his brother.

With a look of guilt Sherlock asked "is that the police report?". Mycroft gave a small nod and handed it to him. He flicked through the pages, scanning witness accounts and assessments of the area, but stopped when he found snapshots from the traffic cams. His expression turned even more regretful as he saw the images of his little sister lying bloodily on the road, and being taken away by a stranger.

I did this he thought. I caused her to run, and now she's God knows where, being beaten, tortured or even killed. And it's my fault.

He looked to his grieving parents, who were holding each other close, both crying endless tears, which made Sherlock feel even worse.

After seeing this, he decided No, I'm going to fix this. I'll assist the police, answer any questions, and we will find her, whatever it takes.

I think I fixed any errors there were...

Sorry about that guys :/

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed, please review ✌