Title: The Woman and The Boy Who Waited
Author: ConsultingTimeTraveler
Author's Note: Special thanks to Moonlight Phoenix, SciFiMisc, mockingbird77, Voldemort's Spawn, and Nataly Skypot for reviewing! They are greatly appreaciated.
Oh, and this chapter is dedicated to SciFiMisc for being the first reviewer for this story!
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Word Count: 1,237
Summary: What if The Doctor and Sherlock had crossed paths when Sherlock was only a little boy? What if he had promised to take him on an adventure after fixing his TARDIS, which should have only taken a few hours? Now, what if he didn't come back for years and years? Finally, let's replace Irene Adler with one Rose Tyler and a certain Amy Pond with Sherlock Holmes. What mischief and problems will this cause and why did the Doctor come back NOW?
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or Sherlock
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"All lives end. All hearts are broken. Caring is not an advantage…"
~Mycroft Holmes (Sherlock BBC)
Chapter 2
"Judging by your look, she must've been somebody special," John whispered.
"No," Sherlock said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "Come on John, I've practically taught you everything I know and the only thing you've come up with is that?"
He gave him a look and continued to sip his tea, muttering something incoherently. "Don't be rude," Donna said sternly.
"You could talk," The Doctor said to himself, chuckling slightly, Rose still on his mind.
"Oi," she said, slapping him on his shoulder.
"So, Rose was, perhaps, your girlfriend," Sherlock said, talking to himself. Everybody became silent, paying attention to him. "Wait, no, you would never do that. But, people always assumed you were either that or married. She was one of the special ones, somebody you never wanted to leave. But, something tragic happened, something that caused her to leave you unwillingly. You could have brought her back, but you didn't, you thought she would be better off w-"
A cough from John interrupted him. "Sherlock," he whispered, glancing at the Doctor, whose eyes were filled with pain and sorrow.
Sherlock stopped and watched as Donna started to whisper comforting words into his ear. He thought it was unusual, but then again, he was Sherlock Holmes, he wasn't supposed to have those feelings. John on the other hand, watched sadly. He glanced at Sherlock, who was analyzing the situation, looking quite confused. "May I continue," Sherlock asked, obviously bored.
Donna frowned and The Doctor, not looking away from the floor, simply nodded. Sherlock didn't touch the Rose situation, but went on to other things. "Perhaps, the reason for your coming to this time is her," he said, thinking intently. It was hard to read this mysterious man, he had his feelings locked up well, but sometimes, just sometimes, he'd show something and it would give Sherlock even more information. The Doctor was about to explain how he was terrible at driving and that was their reason for coming this late to his timeline, but Sherlock didn't let him speak. "Your machine doesn't go anywhere on accident, whatever you may think. It always has a purpose to go somewhere. Time, Doctor, is hard to re-write."
"Why do you think his machine brought him here then," John asked.
"Her name is the TARDIS and she is not a machine, thank you very much," The Doctor muttered.
"Like I said John," Sherlock said. "I think it's because of her, wait no, I know it's because of her. But, that's not the question you should be asking. The question you should be asking is why it is because of her?"
"Do you have any idea Doctor," Donna asked.
"I know for a fact that I took the void out of her," he began. "But, if she's calling herself BAD WOLF, then it must mean that she's remembering, and we can't have that. It'll slowly kill her."
"But, how would we find her," John asked, glancing over at Sherlock, who was gazing out of the window.
"Perhaps, she'll find us," Sherlock said, looking back at the Doctor.
A knock came from down stairs, echoing throughout the whole building. "I've got it," Mrs. Hudson yelled from down the stairs.
"I suggest you go back into your time machine and leave the room, perhaps, come back a bit later," he continued, standing up from his chair, heading towards the door.
"Wait, why," The Doctor asked as Donna pushed him into the TARDIS, knowing that Sherlock knew what he was doing. He continued to struggle until he heard a familiar voice say "Thank you" down the stairs. "Rose," he whispered, going limp.
"I'll see you later," Donna yelled out as she slammed the TARDIS door close. The familiar whoosh went through the flat and John looked at the machine curiously before turning his attention back to Sherlock, who was standing in front of the door.
Before the woman outside could knock, the door was snapped open. A short blonde woman stood in front of him. She wore a casual white dress and black high heels; her hair was styled up and pinned delicately on her head. "Hullo," she greeted, smiling brightly at the two men.
"Ms. Wolf," Sherlock said, smiling back at the mysterious woman. He gestured for her to step in and she obliged, walking towards a now standing, open mouthed John Watson. "Close your mouth John," he continued, rolling his eyes.
"Hello, John Watson," he said, introducing himself.
"Rose Tyler, though, your boyfriend seems to think my name's Wolf," she said, giggling as his eyes widened.
"He's not my boyfriend," John said sternly as Sherlock muttered something about getting tea.
Rose smiled and sat down on one of the couches. "Well then," she said, crossing her legs on top of each other.
Sherlock came back a few minutes after with a fresh pot of tea and 3 cups. He handed them each a cup and poured tea down each of them. "How can we help you," he asked after he settled down on his usual seat.
She took a sip from her cup before setting it down on the coffee table. "You see, Mr. Holmes, I'm trying to find a man," she said, the smile slipping off of her face, getting serious. "And he's a very hard man to find…"
"We don't do things like that," Sherlock interrupted, knowing exactly who she was talking about.
"Oh, I know that," she muttered, brushing her hair behind her ear. "Problem is, I know you know where he is. I just need you to tell me."
He smiled slyly. "That, I can't do," he said.
Rose giggled all knowingly, again sipping her tea. "Well, you see, Mr. Holmes. I need to know where he is or well, trouble will ensue," she said.
"Is that so," Sherlock asked, bored.
John watched the two curiously, but his eyes lay on Rose, admiring her beauty. "Why do you need to know so badly," he asked.
"You don't want to know what I'm capable of," she said, ignoring John's question.
"Oh, but I do Ms. Tyler," Sherlock whispered," I really do."
She smiled at him and stood up. "I'll get it from you sooner or later," she said. "Ta-ta for now." She exited the flat, leaving the two men to look at each other; one looking intrigued and the other deep in thought.
"Well…she's something," John said, grinning at Sherlock.
He ignored him and stared back out the window. "Now let's see how the Doctor's going to deal with this," he grinned.
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The Doctor kept his gaze on 221B as the door opened and closed, letting a blonde woman out. It can't be, can it, he thought. She didn't move for a second, looking up at the dark blue sky. "Rose," he whispered sweetly.
She snapped her head to the right, towards where he was standing. His breath was taken aback for a second, watching as her eyes went over him. She seemed to glow in the dark, making her all the more beautiful. She grinned before walking off the other direction, turning left. The Doctor didn't realize that he was holding his breath until after a while later, when she was out of sight.
"What do you want," he whispered sadly. "Why am I here?" He walked back to the TARDIS to fetch Donna; they needed to talk to Sherlock.
"I'm burning up the sun just to say good bye…"
~10th Doctor (Doctor Who)
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