Heyyy here's the next chapter :D sorry it took a while, I was really overdue on some schoolwork. Ehehehe. Yea. Anyhow, hope you enjoy, and please let me know how I did!
"WHAT!? That's impossible!" Sherlock yelled. A couple of people turned to glare at them.
"Look lets go in there," John pointed to a small hotel. It was very busy, so no one would over hear them talking.
Once they were in the lobby, they chose a seat at the table farthest away from everyone.
"John what is going on?!"
"Why didn't you tell me!?" John hissed. "THOSE WERE WEEPING ANGELS FROM THE TV SHOW DOCTOR WHO."
"I know! I met the Doctor as well." At this, John stared open-mouthed.
"WHAT…WHY….WHEN…oh never mind. We need to figure out how to get back to our time."
"John we can't go back."
"What do you mean? Of course we can. We just need to figure out how to go forward in time back to modern day London."
"And how do you suppose we do that!?" Sherlock's voice was rising in anger. "We're stuck here with nowhere to go, we can't get back, and that Doctor doesn't even know that we're here! So he can't pick us up or…" Sherlock stopped. Yelling wasn't going to help the situation. He had to get away from these people, to think.
"I'll go book rooms." John said, getting up and heading over to the front desk.
Sherlock stayed up all night, tossing and turning, trying to think of a way out of their situation. But the only way out of their predicament, he decided, was to have the Doctor come and save them. But how?! They had no way of communicating, since phones and internet hadn't even been invented yet. Sherlock's phone was useless.
The next morning, John knocked on the door to Sherlock's room.
"Yes yes come in." Sherlock said grimly.
"Thought of anything?" John asked as he set down breakfast on the table where Sherlock was seated. It consisted of scrambled eggs, toast and some fresh fruit. Sherlock shook his head, running his fingers through his already tussled hair.
"Nothing. We have no way of communicating, no internet, no phones so no connection at all. We're stuck here."
They were silent, until Sherlock's hunger finally gave in and they began to eat.
"Well," John began, swallowing a large strawberry. "We should probably get clothes. Different ones I mean. We don't exactly blend in, and…this is our new home I suppose."
"Yea I suppose it is."
Once they had finished breakfast, the pair headed out to find a clothing store.
They left looking completely different. Well, John anyway.
Sherlock had bought a suit and tie. He had refused to give up his coat and scarf, but John made him buy a hat. Sherlock was not happy about that.
"You want me to get THIS?! It looks like that stupid death Frisbee hat! I am not wearing that. No."
"It's black! Not even the same color! Sherlock just trust me. You're fine. Just get the bloody hat." After a long argument during which the store owner almost kicked them out, Sherlock finally caved in and bought the hat.
John had bought a light tan vest and a brown coat to go over top of it. He had also bought a brown bowler hat. They walked out of the store looking much more "normal" and in place.
"Well." John said. "What on earth do we do now?"
Sherlock started to grin.
"Sherlock. Why are you grinning?!"
His grin grew even bigger.
"Sherlock you're starting to scare me. What are you thinking?" John asked, looking genuinely concerned.
Sherlock turned around to face John. "We start solving crimes."
Alrighty I finished the chapter! YAY ***Confetti*** It's not my best I'm afraid. Sorry :/ . I am not sure when the next chapter will be out, hopefully soon. Make sure to check out my profile page, I put all my news there. :D Thanks for reading!