sorry i took so long to update, needed a brain spark. thought of this chapter while drawing daleks. http :/ hahaiscareu. deviantart. com/ (take out the spaces)
anyway all mistakes are my fault
i am to lazy to make sure my grammar is correct.
Last time...
"Detective Holmes," The doctor said walking up behind Rory.
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"I'm the Doctor," The man in the bow-tie said extending his hand once again.
"Interesting." Sherlock murmured looking the man in the bow-tie over.
At first glance he appeared a young man about mid twenties thirty at most, carefree and hyperactive.
The way his eyes darted around told that he was not of the norm. He was taking in things frame by frame.
Looking in to the mans eyes, it was obvious that he had a dark past. Maybe war? No, this was not *PTSD. This was different.
"You know about me, possibly from John's blog but I think we both know that it more then that."
The doctor smiled. Idly rubbing his fingers together.
"More importantly, what is it you are hiding." Sherlock questioned leaning forward so his face was about a hand space away from the Doctor's.
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Amy looked at Rory. What did Sherlock mean when he said the doctor was hiding something. He trusted her right? What could he be hiding that was so bad? Rory placed his hand on her back reassuringly.
The doctor gave him a confused look, "Hiding, something what makes you think I'm hiding something?"
"You have a constant need to move from place to place,"
"How did you know that?" blurted Amy.
"Shoes." Sherlock rolled his eyes. People could be so damn thick sometimes. "Its obvious really,"
Amy shot him a puzzled glance.
"Mud; shoes have mud on them, it hasn't rained in over a week here. Not only that but, the mud on your shoes can only be found in South Wales."
The doctor nodded pleased with Sherlock's deduction. Sherlock was right about what he had said, they had been in South Wales, but only in the future,(2013)
"But you know as well as I, Doctor that you're keeping something much darker inside. Memories of violent time can be seen in your eyes. Maybe a war, but not Iraq, or Afghanistan. No this war was more personal wasn't it."
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Rory could not believe what he was hearing. Sherlock Holmes was telling the Doctor that the had memories of violent times and war? What had the doctor been hiding?
He looked at the Doctor's face to see his expression. Out of all the things he had seen this was one of those things that would be most surprising. The Doctor seemed ashamed. He was tucking the bottom of his lip inside his mouth. He seemed so distant. He seemed scared.
Amy and Rory passed each other a look. Something did not seem right.
*PTSD=post traumatic stress disorder