As always, my little sister read it and demanded I write more. After this I'm not sure if I'll add anything or not, but add it to your alerts just in case. Anyway, enjoy!
Sherlock looked up from what he was reading as the Doctor twirled around with a loud laugh as he ran into the TARDIS. Sherlock had been with the Doctor for a few days now and hadn't left the TARDIS. Why? Because if he did he would be humoring the Doctor, and that was the last thing he wanted to do at the moment. The man had showed him a past he didn't want to remember and he was completely mad. But what Sherlock really thought about, so was he. He growled. But not that crazy. He put the book back up to read it and heard the Doctor lean up against the railing a few paces in front of him.
"Why do you stay in here all the time? It's so boring!" the Doctor said. Sherlock was really hoping this was going to be one of those days when the Doctor rambled on about nothing and just went to another place without bothering him, but it seemed that his high hopes were brought back down low to the ground. Although, he wasn't all to surprised at this. The Doctor was really just a bit child, and if you mix a couple centuries of knowledge and a time machine you get disaster. Sherlock sighed and put the book down enough so he could look at the Doctor without really putting it down.
"Because it's quiet and I can read in peace," Sherlock said sourly and brought the book back up. The Doctor's crazy antics were starting to ware his patience extremely thin. It was becoming extremely tempting to just smack the Time Lord hard enough to knock him out, but Sherlock was restraining himself from doing so. Little did he know that he drove the Doctor just as crazy with being, well, himself I guess. The Doctor huffed and pushed himself off the railing.
"I'm surprised you know how to," he mumbled. Sherlock dropped the book down in his lap and gave the Doctor a look mixed with anger and surprise, but mostly anger. The Doctor stopped in his movements and the two just stared at each other in silence. After about a minute or so Sherlock set the book down next to him on the ground and stood up. The Doctor stood up a little straighter and looked at Sherlock with a fire in his eyes.
"And what is that supposed to mean?" Sherlock hissed lightly. The Doctor's gaze did not falter at the slight threat in his tone. He was not easily scared and was not about to back down to a human, and not Sherlock Holmes of all of them! Sherlock sensed this confidence and was ever so slightly impressed, but was to uptight about the insult to really care all to much. He just wanted to know what fueled the Doctor to say that. He couldn't fathom why someone would think him incapable of doing something. Without warning the Doctor started walking towards Sherlock with a vengeance in his step that spoke volumes. Sherlock didn't hesitate to take steps back, as if some unknown human instinct forced him to make such a motion as this.
"Because no matter how smart you think you are, not matter how much you notice, you are still an arrogant, insulting, horrible, blind human being! And of all the humans I've met, oh and I've met millions, you are the most intolerable of them all, and you don't feel anything!" The Doctor's voice was like a sharp knife cutting into Sherlock's heart that was made of stone. How did he do that? Was he some sort of magician? No, magic didn't exist, it was just science people didn't understand. Sherlock sneered at the Doctor and stopped moving backward, but instead advanced forward after giving the Doctor a hard shove in the chest.
"Oh, really? Well, I'm not the one that goes around showing off to every girl in existence, killing millions of lives in the process! And by the way, you are an annoying pest and I'm not surprised that you were declared the most feared thing in the universe! Look at you for heaven sakes, you're a monster to every single race in existence! No wonder they fear you!" Sherlock's voice was like harsh wasps digging into the Doctor's skin and leaving horrible marks that would never be removed from his flesh. The Doctor put his hands up against the railing and glared at Sherlock. He brought his foot up and kicked him in the stomach, making Sherlock stumble back and allowing him to move forward towards him.
"At least I don't ignore people's feelings along with my own! And I've saved your planet millions of times, so I suggest that you shut your mouth before I shut it for you! And you know what? I wouldn't be surprised if John completely forgot you existed! Along with Mrs. Hutson, Molly Hooper, Mycroft Holmes, Lastrade, and everyone else you know! They hated you from the very beginning and you know it!" Sherlock winced slightly and let out an angry growl before lashing out at the Doctor and punching him hard in the jaw. The Doctor stumbled backwards and tripped onto the counsel. Sherlock ignored the stinging pain in his knuckles and glared at the Doctor.
"I'm not the only one! You've never kept anyone on longer then two or three years! You don't have friends, you have pets! People you show off too and that are impressed with everything you do because they are stupid and gullible! You never truly have feelings for anybody, you never have! You let them come along and have fun, and then you rip their hearts out with your sappy goodbyes and your final wishes!" Sherlock grunted as the Doctor grabbed him by the collar and shoved him against the railing, making him almost fall over it and onto the ground below.
"Shut up, Sherlock! I do care about them, they're my entire world! Every single one of them, I know their names, their families, even their friends! You never asked John about his sister, or Molly's her brother, that's right she has a brother, not that you would care to know! You don't care, you're cold and detached! I'm surprised that John stuck around, but even more surprised that not matter how horrible you were Molly never stopped caring about you, and you were to dumb to notice!" The Doctor ducked as Sherlock went to punch him again and he returned the gesture with a clean punch to the stomach. Sherlock grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up to have his face mere inches from his, an angry scowl on his face.
"For the record, I noticed," Sherlock hissed and tossed the Doctor back, making him skid across the glass floor. "I always noticed, I just didn't know hot to respond. No one ever liked me, I was always the odd kid, the one no one talked to. When she started crushing on me I didn't know how to respond, so I never did. But I least I didn't pretend to love her and then break her heart by leaving her behind like did too all the girls you ever traveled with!" The Doctor grabbed Sherlock by the collar again and tossed him into the counsel. Sherlock hissed and turned to face him.
"No one can run with me forever, they don't live long enough! And I wont have them waste their life with me when they can be with their families," the Doctor hissed. "Now, you on the other hand it doesn't matter. The only family you have it Mycroft, and you hate him and he hates you." Sherlock smirked. He had to agree with him on that one, but this still wasn't over. He punched him in the jaw and shoved him to the ground. He proceeded to put a foot on his chest and push him down with an angrily glare. The Doctor grabbed his foot and tried to move it, but without any success. Sherlock smirked a bit.
"At least I have a family, you don't even have a race anymore!" At this comment the Doctor used his foot to trip Sherlock to the ground and he jumped to his feet. Sherlock got to his feet as well and the two glared at each other. Sherlock made the first move and tackled the Doctor the ground. The Doctor shoved him away and got to his feet quickly, after which he grabbed Sherlock by the hair and pulled him to his own feet. He then threw him back. Sherlock stumbled and his eyes widened as he felt a slight dip of the floor behind him, but he didn't have enough time to react before he found himself tumbling down the stairs. He look up at the Doctor as he stood at the top of the stairs.
"I did what I had too back during the war! And if you think for one second that it doesn't sit in the back of my mind, wasting away at my soul, then you are wrong! I regret that day more than any other day in history! And I wont have you, or anyone else for that matter, tell me any different!" Sherlock got to his feet and ignore the aching of his legs and back as he glared at the Doctor as he slowly walked down the stairs as he spoke. "You notice what no one can see, and yet you are so blind." Sherlock stood his ground as the Doctor took one last step to stand a mere three inches away from him "You are a worthless little brat! Damn you!" The Doctor smacked Sherlock across the face the exact same way his father did when he was young.
Sherlock sat there on the floor in silence and watched as the Doctor walked back to the counsel in silence. He leaned against it with an angry look on his face. Sherlock felt himself shaking and his breathing was uneven. His father wasn't a very good mad, extremely smart, but not a good one. He was horrible to his children, although he mostly just confronted them with verbal assaults, never physical ones. But on the night his sister died that changed. He stood up and took a step back, hesitating a bit before turning and running out the door. The Doctor's head shot up and he looked over.
"Sherlock?" he said, confused. He blinked, trying to figure out. They had been fighting for quite awhile, and he hadn't said anything completely personal before he - his thought process stopped. "You are a worthless brat! Damn you!" the Doctor's voice merged with Sherlock's father's voice and it clicked in his head. "Sherlock..." he murmured with regret and sadness. He looked back at the door. "Sherlock!" The Doctor dropped his sonic screwdriver and ran out of the TARDIS.
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Sherlock found himself on what he figured was Earth by the looks of it. He was running as fast as he could. As he did so he remember that night many years ago when he was ten years old, but only barely. His father was in a horrible mood and had hit Mycroft pretty hard, his father was also drunk. Their mother wasn't home at the time so they didn't have anyone to side with them that their father would listen to when he was drunk. He remembered Mycroft telling him to run, to get out of the house and wait until their mother got home. Without question Sherlock took his advice and ran as fast and as far as his ten-year-old legs could take him. His legs had collapsed near a river and fallen unconscious after hitting rock. They found him the next day.
Sherlock stopped in the middle of a forest and fell to his knees out of exhaustion. He never thought that he, the great Sherlock Holmes, would ever be doing this. Along with time traveling, fighting with an alien, and now running from a past he could barely remember. He forced himself to stand and continued running. His legs ached and suddenly refused to move, forcing Sherlock to lean against a tree and rest. He skidded down until he sat on the ground. Maybe he'd be better off dead, maybe he should've hit the pavement and had his skull bashed in and his blood everywhere. He shouldn't have even come up with the original plan anyway, he should've just died. The universe would be better off without him.
He rubbed his face with both hands and took in a shaken breath. Maybe the Doctor was right, maybe John would forget about him, maybe he just wouldn't care. He knew Mycroft didn't care, that's for sure. Lastrade would just find another detective, Molly would get some other guy to follow around everywhere and annoy, and everyone else would just forget him too. Sherlock sighed. He really was worthless, just like his father and the Doctor told him he was. Sherlock closed his eyes and felt two tears roll down his cheeks. Then another, and another, and another, soon there was no stopping them from spilling out of his eyes, down his cheeks, and then dripping off his chin.
"Sherlock? Sherlock, there you are!" the Doctor said running over to him. Instantly Sherlock jumped to his feet and backed away from the Doctor, ignoring his muscles' protests to the movement. The Doctor stopping walking towards him and gave him an expression of confusion.
"Get away from me! Leave me alone! I get it, all right? I'm useless, annoying, unwanted, unneeded, and hated by all, I get it!" Sherlock said through the tears, trying to stop the sobs from escaping their prison in his throat. The Doctor frowned and watched as Sherlock broke down and fell apart. He literally collapsed on the floor and burst into tears. The Doctor walked over and knelt down in front of him, wrapping his arms around his friend and holding him close.
"I'm sorry, Sherlock," the Doctor said kindly. "That's not what I meant, in fact, I shouldn't have said those things at all. You are not useless, and I'm sure that John wont forget you. He will move on, he has too. But I doubt that he could ever forget you." Sherlock smiled a bit.
"I'm sorry too, that fight was pointless and stupid," he said. "And all because you commented about my book." Both of the men started laughing. It was truly very stupid. The Doctor stood up and Sherlock followed his lead. "Friends?" Sherlock reached his hand out and the Doctor smiled as he shook it.
"Friends," he said. Both men turned around and walked back to the TARDIS. Sherlock smiled. Maybe, he did have friends. Yes, perhaps he did.
Well, after this I've decided I'm only going to write one more. This one will have Mollock in it, just a warning and a Sherlock and John friendship. Well, ta-ta for now!
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