Author's notes
Okay so this is probably mostly filler but, every fanfiction has filler somewhere, sherlock does upset clara though so there is some interesting things, don't forget to review ;)
-Nightwish14
Sherlock held underneath the control console tight, the TARDIS was throwing itself around the time vortex.
It was strange to see that the Doctor wasn't holding on at all and the girl he was with, who Sherlock admitted he didn't notice before they began to travel, wasn't holding on as tight as he was.
They're insane he thought.
You've only just noticed said a voice in is head, he shook it away. He couldn't think about Moriarty right now, he was busy solving this case.
The TARDIS came to a sudden stop, and Sherlock gripped the control console tighter to prevent himself from jerking forward too much.
The girl let go and hopped around to the Doctor, who had his arms crossed with a big grin on his face, so did the girl.
"Are you okay?" she asked her face turning to concern.
Sherlock looked down, suddenly becoming aware that he hadn't let go of the control console, his knuckles white from holding on too tight. He let go, then looked at her.
Sherlock gave a nod. "I didn't catch your name" he straightens up.
Clara hopped towards Sherlock and smiled producing her hand. "Clara Oswald."
Sherlock looked her up and down and sighed. "Clara Oswald, mother died when you were younger going by the ring on your finger, too old for modern day jewellery, too expensive for a child-minder, you look after two young teenagers. You're father never re-married but has a girlfriend that you don't particularly like, your grandmother is still alive, only just though, you get embarrassed when she gets drunk though and that seems to be every Christmas. Then there's the Doctor, you have an intimately friendly relationship, I'd say too intimate for a friendship, but that is all you are after all; you like him though, a lot but you're trying not to show it, but you're wearing your heart on your sleeve Miss Oswald, you want it to go further but you're holding yourself back for a suppressed reason which you feel is rather important. You hardly know this man, he's practically a stranger, there's so much you don't know about him and yet you're still travelling with him with this very friendly relationship of yours. Am I wrong?"
He never paused; he said it all at lightning fast speed that it was hard for Clara to pick up exactly what he said, but she was sure it wasn't nice, the bits that she did pick up.
The Doctor was glaring at him slightly and Clara looked hurt.
"All correct Mr Holmes, except but what's holding me back is the fact that the Doctor isn't human… excuse me" she said and walked out of the control room to her own room.
Sherlock looked confused. "What did I say?"
"You described her in a very awkward fashion; did you have to do that?" replied the Doctor.
"It's what I do, it's my job."
"Perhaps, but it isn't here, not to Clara, she's sensitive about her mother and her life, you sort of hurt her feelings, it upsets me to see her that way."
Sherlock sighed. He didn't understand human nature; it was one thing that would always remain a mystery to him, that and sentimentality.
"What did she mean by 'you're not human'?" he asked, the curiosity returning to his voice.
"You're a genius Sherlock, all you have to do is read" the Doctor spread his arms out as an invitation for Sherlock to read him.
Sherlock looked him up and down, the way he does with everyone, then he frowned. "I can't."
"Why not?" asked the Doctor.
"I don't know; you're different."
"Well, that's an understatement" said the Doctor clapping his hands together and rubbing them. "Go to Clara and apologise please?"
"Sentiment" Sherlock sighed. "Where is she?"
The Doctor regained his smile. "Through that door, down the corridor, second door on the right. I'd knock first if I was you; she's a bit tetchy when it comes to that, like when we were going to Victorian London, which actually turned out to be Victorian Yorkshire, I walked into her room and she was standing in a towel…"
Sherlock looked at him without expression.
"Don't worry" said the Doctor. "Just knock."
Just down the corridor he said. He didn't say that it was 100 metres to the first door on the right though Sherlock thought.
The TARDIS was toying with him; it liked to make things difficult for the companions of the Doctor; that much Sherlock could tell.
He came at last to the second door on the right.
The door was the usual dull metal drab that seemed to be the theme in the TARDIS, there were letters neatly painted in gold "C.O".
Initials, of course; Sherlock put his hand on the door handle and as about to open it when he remembered what the Doctor had said. He didn't want to annoy her anymore, couldn't be bothered with the trouble.
He knocked on the door; it made a light metallic tapping that echoed through the dim corridor.
"Doctor is that you?" came a shaky voice.
Sherlock paused. "Erm no, it's Sherlock."
"Oh" a disappointed tone in her voice. "What do you want?"
"Can I come in?"
There was a long pause, it felt like an eternity to Sherlock and he was trying not to become bored, which happened rather often.
"You can come in."