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so here it goes:

No. I don't own Doctor Who.

No. I don't own Sherlock.

Thinking on Human Parts

It was 11:30 now, but it only felt like twenty minutes had passed since I had gotten that call. I was just so excited!

•It's been so long! I wonder if he's regenerated? No! Rose would have called in a panic.• My thoughts whizzing as I started cleaning up some of the more bloody instruments I was trained to use.

•What if he regenerated all my himself on his way here?• I panicked as I saw a chunk of heart I had been chopping up for Sherlock.

•Well, even if he did, both me and Rose will still love him.• I giggled this to myself as I stuffed more human innards into baggies for later use.

•That was right though,• I realized, •Rose does love the Doctor!•

I squealed out loud, dropping a couple of knives that skidded across the room. •I get to play match maker again!•

•The last one was so close, Sarah Jane was quite nice, but I guess he just didn't feel it as strongly as I thought he did.• S.J.'s face swimming to the forefront of my mind.

•I bet Rosie and Sherlock would like those stories,• then I furrowed my brow, •Probably after I tell Little Red that Doccy adores her, or she'll be as green as a Slitheen.•

I leaned down on the operating table, that was still bloodied and very much littered with various severed limbs and bits and pieces that didn't look entirely human, humming a quaint four note tune my brother and I had made up when we were little.

Poking and prodding scraps here and there, I wondered, •Who's going to arrive first? I hope it's Sherlock. It'd be nice to be able to talk to him before any introductions are made. It would probably make our lives a whole lot easier.•

The knives across the room were reflecting some light into my eyes. When I pick them up, after stopping every now and then to put something back into it's place, I look out the window.

•How can humans have such boring jobs? Even this is boring sometimes, and it's one of the most exciting jobs you can find. I guess I understand why The Doctor doesn't tend to hang around after all the excitement has died down, he'd probably have a boredom induced neuron implosion.•

*Blip* My phone went off.

Making my way back to my desk, I look at my phone. I got a text from Sherlock.

Will be by the lab a bit late today, got caught up with a chain of break-ins over by John's old flat. –SH

As I typed out a reply, it went off again.

Make that exactly twenty minutes late, I will be chasing them down a couple of streets after they finish shooting at me, the I will have to take a cab across the city. –SH

Sighing and shaking my head I finish my reply and send it.

Alright, we'll be here when you arrive. Pick up some fish and chips please. And you better not get here covered in your own blood or I will slap you so hard, Jackie's will feel like a butterfly's kiss. ~MH~

Pushing thoughts of bandaging my half of the Homes brothers, I continued cleaning up my station. Dropping all the parts littering the area into a bin to be sorted through in a bit, I wiped down and disinfected the stainless steel work surface.

With that done, I pulled the bun of Mary-Sue's body parts over and started sorting fingers from toes and slipping her tongue and eyeballs into a container.

With all the parts done and put away, *Blip* my mobile went off for a third time this morning. •It seems I'm quite popular this morning. I wonder who that could be.•

Molly! Rose is back from her travels with her 'he's not my boyfriend' boyfriend. You have to come over and visit sometime today! Maybe even tell me about your oh so dashing fiancé that solves those crimes. Rose would love him. Rose's one is off visiting someone, which I think is just an excuse to get away from me, but oh well more time for me and my flower. I will see you soon won't I? Anyways, have a nice day hun. ~JT

•That woman is really as crazy and wonderful as they come. I wonder what she would say if I told her Doccy was coming to see me. She'd never think he was seeing me, if anything she rusts me enough to not do something like that. She'd probably take it into stride that I'm a Time Lady. I have dropped hints that I'm not human lately.•

As I pull off my rubber gloves and lab coat, I heard it. The whirling sound of my dear friend that also signaled the arrival of my brother, the oncoming storm and the biggest softy one could ever meet.

I spun around as she materialized in the corner of the room. I guess it's time to face the music.