Sorry I made you guys wait for so long. I was sick for a few days then I went to Philadelphia. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
The phone call with the doctor was completely strange. All of the first five minutes were only the Doctor flipping out. She knew that he loved Rose more than anything else, and what happened at Doomsday broke both his hearts. But now Rose might have returned, and that gave him hope, false or real. She didn't know whether this news is good for him. But if Bad Wolf isn't here, he might go insane with sadness. However, he offered no explanation of why Rose is here. There are some things that even the Oncoming Storm cannot solve, and that only means trouble. Well, Thought Martha, I am a defender of Earth. I will attempt to save the world even if the Doctor cannot figure it out. She's done that way too many times already, and it might just get easy this time, even if she knew that that was impossible. It is never easy with the Doctor.
And even Sherlock's phone call was different. He had slammed down the phone, apparently angry. That was when Martha had joked about John. John was her colleague before he retired, and he is a very nice guy. Is it possible that Sherlock…?
No, no, Martha interrupted her own thought. Sherlock is a very unfeeling person; it's not possible that he would. She bent down and went back to work, tending to her patient. But she became very unsettled because of the thought and was not very productive that day.
After work, Martha stood up and went to Sherlock's place. She knocked on the fancy bronze knocker and waited for Mrs. Hudson, Sherlock's landlady, to open the door. She smiled as she remembered how Mrs. Hudson says "Not your housekeeper" every time Sherlock asks for something and does it anyway.
Mrs. Hudson is fast, Martha thought, as she opened the door approximately 1 second after Martha had knocked. Martha has never seen her before, but she knew her was at once. She has this housekeeper air about her. That's why Sherlock mistakes her for a housekeeper so much.
When Martha had asked for Sherlock, Mrs. Hudson had said that Sherlock and John have left for a case. Martha was directed to Russell Garden Square, apparently the place where they first met. Mrs. Hudson giggled a bit when she said that. It makes Martha thinks of little girl talks, about who has a crush on who and who's dating who. Martha thought about her thought earlier in the day and pushed it away again. It's just plain impossible, for a man like Sherlock. Mycroft, maybe, but Sherlock? Absolutely not. Martha banned that thought from entering her brain again.
Martha headed for Russell Garden Square, where she hoped she would find Sherlock and John. On the way she met a woman that strongly resembled the actress Alex Kingston, with long curly blond hair and a white jacket. She was holding a thing that looks like a GPS and muttering for a doctor. Martha was rather surprised but soon dismissed the sight. Could be anything, she thought.
As Martha arrived at the place, it was obvious where Sherlock has been. There was chewed gum all over the ground, and it looks like all the stuff sticking on the bottom of the benches has been scraped out and left on the pavements. Walking around, she found a piece of tape that looks relatively new and has been written on. Picking it up, she saw that it was scribbled on by a person with small, girly handwriting. "In the alley where he left you, Sherlock." She read out loud, her mind spiraling. The Doctor has once said he left a small boy in the alley nearest the eye of London. Since that was her best hope, Martha ran as fast as she could towards it.
The alley was dark and narrow, and any small boy would be scared to be in it alone, including young Sherlock Holmes. Even now Martha was a bit frightened by the darkness of this place. Not far ahead she sees three figures: one tall, one short, and one of a young girl. That must be it, She thought, that's Sherlock, John, and what must be Rose. Oh god, her brain was in shock. The Bad Wolf is back.
I love cliffhanger-ing you guys. I will post again probably pretty soon, unless I got sick again.