I probably shouldn't be starting a new fic, what with all the stories I have that aren't finished but... Well I just got the inspiration and if I don't write it now, I never will. Hope you like! First attempt at wholock!
Rose Tyler was sick and tired of traveling across parallel worlds. The first time she did it was bad enough, but now it was just annoying. And she wasn't even doing it to save the universe! No, this time the problem was a little closer to home. It had been a very long time since the Doctor left her on Bad Wolf Bay with the Metacrisis Doctor (or John Smith, as he decided on calling himself). And in that time, a lot had happened. She had married John, had a beautiful little girl they had named Clara, Clara ran away, and John had died. Oh, and best of all, the Bad Wolf had resurfaced. All of that had brought Rose Tyler to this parallel dimension.
When she arrived she fell to the ground, gasping, as she got used to this reality's Time Stream.
"Are you okay? Miss?" A voice, male, asked from above her. Rose looked up into the watery London sunlight and a pair of kind brown eyes.
"Fine, just getting my bearings. Where am I?" She asked, sitting up.
"Baker Street." The friendly man told her. He had blonde hair, and was currently wearing a black and white striped jumper and a dark coat.
"London?" Rose questioned. The man smiled.
"Where else would it be?" He asked. Rose smirked knowingly.
"Alright, so I know where I am, now I just need to know when I am." Rose muttered to herself as she stood up. She wobbled and the very nice man grabbed her arm to steady her.
"Thanks." Rose said to him. He nodded at her.
"Sorry, but did you say that you needed to know when you are?" He asked. Rose nodded. His brow furrowed. "Can I just have a look at your head? It's alright, I'm a doctor." The man asked. Rose shook her head.
"I don't have amnesia. I'm perfectly fine, I just... Well, actually it's a pretty long story that I'm not sure you'd understand. Or even believe." Rose told him. The man shook his head and folded his arms across his chest.
"Why don't I be the judge of that. I'm John by the way. John Watson. And you are?" The man, John, asked. Rose smiled at him.
"Rose. Rose Smith." She used her married name, not wanting to risk a paradox, or worse, by giving out her name in the wrong universe.
"Nice to meet you Rose. Look, I live right here, would you mind coming in?" John requested. Rose shrugged, it doesn't really matter.
"Why not. It's not like I know anyone here. Or, I don't know anyone that I could contact without risking all of reality." Rose added to herself. John gave her a strange look like he heard her. Rose didn't pay him any attention as he led her to his flat. 221b Baker Street. It seemed familiar to Rose, but she couldn't quite place where she knew it. John led her to his door, but paused in front of it.
"I should warn you, my flat mate is a bit... Well, you'll see." With that John opened the door to reveal one of the weirdest flats Rose had ever seen.
There were papers scattered everywhere, random bottles of she-didn't-want-to-know-what, and a few body parts too. There was a yellow smiley face painted on the wall with bullet holes in it. A scull picture on the wall and a real scull on the mantle. But the thing that really caught her eye was the occupant of the room. He was tall, thin, had very dark curly hair, sharp cheekbones, and was covered in blood. He was also wearing nothing but a blood-stained white sheet.
"Sherlock!" John yelled at the tall man. Sherlock tore his pale eyes off of Rose and turned to John.
"Another one John? What happened to the last one? Sylvia, Sophie?" Sherlock questioned.
"Sarah. And we broke up, just like the one before her, and the one before that." John reminded him. Then he shook himself slightly."Sherlock, what the bloody hell have you done this time?" John questioned.
"Hmm? Oh, this? Experiment. Molly got a new corpse and she let me have the organs. I wanted to test how different chemical combinations would make them react. One of the samples might have exploded." Sherlock explained. John let out an exasperated sigh.
"Did you at least clean it up?" John asked, as if this was a daily occurrence. Rose thought that it probably was.
"Yes. Though, we will have to burn a few of our towels." Sherlock told him. Then he suddenly turned to Rose. "You're not from here." He stated. Rose blinked in surprise.
"What do you mean? I was born and raised in London." Rose said. Sherlock shook his head.
"Not this London. Nor the one you just came from. In fact, I believe you are quite a few London's from your original. And you are far older than you look." He deduced. Rose stared at him in shock.
"How- that's- what?!" Rose asked. Sherlock sighed and rolled his eyes in exasperation.
"It's quite simple really. You have quite a few traces on you that aren't from anywhere in the London I know, nor anywhere else that I know of. However, they are all noticeably 'London' in origin. Parallel worlds I would imagine. You also have the bearing of someone who has been traveling for a long time. You wear a watch, but it's been broken, on purpose, most likely to remember a specific time. Time of departure perhaps? Now, as for your age, it was slightly harder. You hold yourself as if you have seen a lot, but you hide it very well. You have a very world-weary look about you, but that could be from the travel. You've given birth, a girl I believe, but she's grown to adulthood by now. Your husband recently died from old age, and yet you show no sign of aging beyond your twentieth birthday. But the thing that shows your age the most is your eyes. They're old. Far too old for your face." Sherlock explained. Rose stared at him for a few seconds. Then her face lit up with a huge grin.
"Well, aren't you clever. Actually, that was quite brilliant!" Rose complimented him. Sherlock's eyes lit up, but he kept his face blank. Rose was pretty sure he doesn't get very many compliments.
"He's always doing that. I think it's rather brilliant too." John commented.
"You still haven't told me who you are." Sherlock said, changing the subject.
"Rose Smith. And yes, that is my married name. But you probably knew that. So, what about you. Sherlock what?" Rose asked.
"Holmes. Sherlock Holmes." He replied. Rose's eyes lit up in realization.
"Oh! Well that's brilliant! Great to finally met you! Big fan!" Rose said, shaking his hand. She knew that she was having a Doctor moment, but she didn't quite care. Sherlock pulled away his hand and gave her a confused look. She smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. Habit I got from an old friend. One that I'm trying to get back to actually." Rose turned to John and gave him a big smile. "Thank you for helping me, but I really should be going. I don't belong here, and me staying wont help anyone. Besides, you two will be busy pretty soon and I'll just get in the way." Rose told them, peeking at heir timelines a bit. She was walking toward the door when she stopped and turned back to them.
"I can't go." Rose told them. John furrowed his brow at her.
"I appreciate it, but as you said, you have things that need doing, and so do we. I'm sure you'll be alright." John said. Rose shook her head.
"No, mean I can't. I physically cant! Well this is new." Rose informed them.
Hope you like! Yes, I will continue, but only if I get reviews! I think I'll ask for five to get this rolling. Doesn't mean I'll update immediately, just means I'll get started on it. So, yeah! Hope I get the characterization right, if you've got any suggestions, please tell me. Thanks!
