SHERLOCK ran to the study, ash flying all around him as he tried in vain to see past the black smoke. The fumes reached his nose and he raised his sleeve, coughing as he made his way through the study.
Suddenly, there was a loud rumble below him and as he turned, a huge wall loomed over him. And before he knew it, he was knocked unconscious.
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Okay, I know going to Pompeii was a bad choice. And yes I know going to Pompeii when the volcano just erupted is a very bad choice.
"Doctor!" I whipped my head around to find Amy waving her hand at me. I took a step forward but was soon knocked off as the ground gave another shook, this time even worse than the previous one.
"Found the Tardis yet?" I called, stabilizing myself as I stood up again.
"Yes, but something happened," Amy's eyebrows were going down, which means she's afraid. Afraid or panicky. That's definitely not good news then,
"What?" I yelled through the booms and ahs. Not a good place to chat either.
"It's Sherlock!" My two hearts dropped like stone, "He's hurt," Amy said, "Pretty bad in fact."
I face-palmed myself. Okay, calm down Doctor. You're a doctor. That means you can heal.
"Okay," I said, "Where is he?"
Amy pointed to the half-toppled house. I ran towards it, with Amy at my heels.
"Oh! So this is the house where we came out of!" I remarked, waving my hands around, "Now I remember!"
Amy shoot a weird glance at me and I shut up. Okay, Doctor, no more talking, more working.
"Study…" I murmured, "Study…study..study..study,"
Carefully, I navigated around the wreckage, leaping over a few broken porcelain vases and a enormous rock. Make that a huge enormous rock.
I reached the doorway, which was barely just a rock frame now, "Sherlock!" I called.
A moan came from below and there laid Sherlock, belly-flopped on the ground with a huge, I mean huge, wall crushed on his legs.
I took a deep breath. "Well, that sure looks nasty," I remarked, rubbing my hands together nervously. "Okay, um…I should probably pull you out,"
Sherlock shifted his head and I sensed his breathing irregular. His chest rose up and down way to quickly and in random order, in some parts choking as the black smoke clogged his lungs.
"Okay Sherlock, I'm going to pull you out okay? Amy can you get the other arm…" I grabbed hold of Sherlock's pale hand and counted to three.
"Okay pull!"
In seconds, we had Sherlock lying on the dusty ground, breathing barely audible. "Sherlock, can you hear me?"
No reply.
"Dangit, unconscious," I muttered under my breath. "Amy where's the Tardis?"
"It's in the bedroom," she said, "We'll have to carry him there,"
I sighed and squared my shoulders. "Ok, let's do it!" I tried to sound as enthusiastic as I can be.
Each one of us got Sherlock's arms and strapped it over our shoulders like how people in the movies do it. Slowly, we inched forward painfully, with Sherlock's feet dragging in the rubble.
"Sherlock, you still there?"
Sherlock groaned.
"Sherlock?"
"Doctr'…"
"Sherlock! Yay you're not unconscious!"
No reply.
"Sherlock?"
"Mhm…"
"Okay, justchecking."
I looked forward again. Suddenly, there was a loud thunderous sound and when I looked up, I saw something, that was quite funny at the time. A large rock, the side of my Tardis, came flying in, straight, at, us.
"Doctor…" Amy said warily, her eyes pinned on the rock, just seconds away from hitting us.
I opened my mouth then closed it. What should I say except run? So I said it. "RUN!" I shouted we took off, past the big rock pass the broken vases. I felt a shadow drop over me like a cold icy spell. Why is this rock following us? I thought crazily. My head wasn't working quite well that time except one phrase that kept repeating over and over in my head. Wake. Sherlock. Up.
"SHERLOCK, WAKE UP!" I yelled right in his ear, jolting him awake. His eyes were instantly locked with the rock flying straight towards us and he shut his eyes tight, knowing what he had to do. Then, he raised his hand in front of us.
The outline of the rock started to glow bright white, and so did Sherlock's hand, his whole body heating up like an oven. In simply milliseconds, the rock started to slow to a stop and finally, dropped down like a dead bird.
Sherlock gasped and pitched forward, this time totally unconscious. "Okay, good Sherlock…" I said soothingly, catching him before he fell. His whole body was white hot, as if he was about to catch on flame right at the spot.
"Not good," I murmured, "Not good at all,"
Amy looked up at me, worry written on her face, "You don't think…he used up all his energy?"
I shook my head. "No, he shouldn't…" I trailed off and felt for Sherlock's forehead. Around a hundred and five degrees.
"Take him to the Tardis," I commanded, "I'll try fixing him there,"
Amy nodded and despite the chaos around us, we happened to make it in time before the real disasters, came.
Hey guys, Izzy here. New story, I'm so excited for what's going to happen next. This takes place after my story The Child of Gallifrey. Hope you people enjoy, and please review! Thanks.
