A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter. I do not own Sherlock or Doctor Who, just this timey-whimey story and Evelyn. Please leave a review! -MOTH (Maiden of the Heavens)

Eggs and a Stern Mate

The Lost Girl known as Evelyn awoke with Sherlock's hand pressed against her mouth to muffle the screams that escaped into the still night air, screams that echoed from her nightmares. She took her own two hands and pried the highly functioning sociopath's hand from where it was clamped.

She sat up slowly, gulping in air like a fish out of water. Inhale, exhale, to calm her racing heart. She shakily unwrapped herself from the covers and with wobbly legs made her way into the bathroom, leaving the detective to sit at the edge of the bed. She cupped her hands and splashed water on her face, only when she lifted her face toward the mirror did she discover why Sherlock had been staring at her with both awe and maybe a tad bit of worry when she did she had to choke back another howl. This one of shock rather than terror.

Instead of looking like a scrawny sixteen-year-old with barely-there breasts, she had aged ten years in her sleep. She now had one of her thin fingers pulling the fabric of Sherlock's buttoned down shirt to peek at her blossomed bosom. Her hips were also curvy as was the rest of her. She had become a woman while the sights of blood and bright blue light haunted her mind while she slept.

She glanced over at Sherlock, who was leaning against the doorframe, his face blank. But she could tell by the way his eyes scanned over her slowly that he studying her transformation with intrigue. A sudden booming in her chest that felt like a repeating explosion within her body, sent her reeling. She landed roughly on the closed toilet lid, struggling once again to breathe, the world in front of her blurring viscously. Her honey colored eyes drifted to where her coal-black broken pocket watch lay on the nightstand in the guest room, it was puffing out golden dust again, this time in plumes, like a kaleidoscope of butterflies the golden dust suddenly surrounded her and entered her lungs through her mouth and nose.

Evelyn felt as if she was choking as if she could not get enough air. The continuing rumbling heavy explosion that felt like a second heart coming to life, shook her body. Tears were leaking from her eyes and into her ears, she groped blindly in the air for Sherlock's hand, trying not panic. His hand engulfed her own, even though she had aged it did not change how much smaller she was compared to Sherlock Holmes.

The screams echoed in mind, screams of those long forgotten. And suddenly she was there to the place she had been before she had been found in the alley screaming for him, for the Doctor. They were everywhere, those monsters. Hunting down anyone that made their home on Gallifrey. Evelyn did what her guardian told her to do and hid. She squeezed herself underneath her bed and shut her eyes tight.

She heard the crash and breaking of the door before she felt it. She tried not to whine out in fear and tried her best to make herself smaller and more hidden. Anything to stay alive just so she could see the man that protected her. The Doctor.

She pressed her hands against her ears hoping to block out their horrid voices. They were going to kill her, if they found her, she would die. She could hear them searching, the house was small, they would find her soon. Oh, so very soon.

With her eyes still squeezed shut so much that it hurt, she heard someone shifting and wiggling to get beneath the bed, she could hear the dust whooshing and clinging to the fabric of the stranger's outfit. She did not want to her open her eyes, she was too scared, too frightened. But she took his hand anyway as he helped her crawl out, but she did open her eyes. Just to peek, just to see who was saving her from the metal-incased floating monsters that threatened to kill her with bright blue light that showed the victim's bones for mere moments.

He had dark brown hair that was very uppity, a long brown trench coat of sorts, and red trainers. His eyes might have changed color to a deep coffee brown, but they were still his eyes. Tears blurred her vision and she smiled, his name, his precious title passing her trembling lips out of joy instead of fear. "Doctor!"

He grinned at her, "Yes, you will always know, won't you? Come then, Allons-y!" he lifted her toward the open window and helped her to get down into the yard and into the arms of another, well, him.

But this time he wore a bowtie, was mostly legs, and his hair kind of wilted. His eyes had changed color, back to the hazel green that she knew best. This version of him smiled at her too and took her hand in his own. She was so small, compared to him.

"Are you ready?" he asked his sonic screwdriver in his hand.

"Yes, I've been waiting. We need to run!" She said, rather panicked now that she could hear the gurgling deep underwater voices of the creatures that wanted her and every other Gallifreyin dead.

The version of the Doctor with the red shoes followed closely behind as they ran toward his blue box, his broken and battered T.A.R.D.I.S. When her little legs could longer carry her, when she had made it as far as the words, 'NO MORE' had been blasted into a wall, that was when the Doctor, the one with the navy blue bowtie, gathered her into his arms and made it the rest of the way.

It was not until they were safely within the T.A.R.D.I.S that she saw the one she knew best. With his old grey hair and beard and dusty clothes. He sat on something that might have resembled a bench and she scrambled her own worn out body to sit beside his. He simply wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her in close, kissing the top of her head.

"We can't stay here for much longer." The Doctor with the red trainers said as the machine rumbled to life.

"I know…" her Doctor replied, his voice rumbled in her ear.

"She'll be safe with…" The Doctor with the bowtie began to say and the one with red sneakers, his face dropped a little with worry and guilt.

"Doctor Donna…or rather just Donna now." The other Doctor nodded in reasoning, her own simply nodded in agreement.

When they came to an empty alley, it was her Doctor who led her to a safe spot out of the rain. The one with the red sneakers fished something out of the pockets of his coat and tied it around her neck with a piece of blue string. A coal black pocket watch that felt heavy against her chest. The one with the blue bowtie hugged her tight and kissed her on the cheek. There were tears in his hazel eyes as he said. "I'm sorry. I'll come back for you, I promise."

It was then that everything went fuzzy and dark, and then she was lost and alone, and scared. She could not remember who she was, or where she was, or when she was, or how she had even gotten there. All she knew was that the name 'Doctor' would get her help and to not let go of her coal black pocket watch.

Evelyn's mind spun in a misty haze as she came back to where she knew was, not where she had been. She still held on to Sherlock's hand and they were still in his flat, in his bathroom. The mirror was still very much shattered; it was the remaining pieces that clung to the frame that showed her that she had aged. And she still slumped on the toilet awkwardly like a drunkard or a person on sleep-inducing pain medications.

She glanced over at the high functioning sociopath, her tear stained lips moved to form the words, 'Thank you.' But the words were drowned out by a scream that was slightly muffled even with the thin walls. Sherlock glanced at Evelyn, it was the sound of the store front window shattering that sent the pair rushing for the door and down the flight of stairs. Sherlock paused if only for a moment to grab his gun, and Evelyn snatched her pocket watch from where it lay on the nightstand, it felt warm like freshly baked bread that had just started to cool, she hastily hung it around her neck and bounded after Sherlock and his long strides down the stairs, the door slamming loudly shut behind them. When they finally made it out onto the sidewalk, glass was everywhere and Mrs. Hudson had backed herself into the corner. It was the thing that had cornered Sherlock's landlady that made Evelyn's freeze, her eyes becoming wide with fear.

The emotionless mutant encased in a floating metal contraption turned to face the man and the Lost Girl. Its voice sent chills down Evelyn's spine, she wanted to scream, she wanted to run but she knew it would be useless to do either and she could not just leave Sherlock and Mrs. Hooper to die. "Impure child." It ground out with its garbled underwater computerized voice, its whisk and plunger now facing her.

Sherlock fired at the creature, the bullets bounced off of the metal and ricocheted, embedding themselves in the walls. Tears began to blur her vision. "I-I won't let you take away these people; I won't allow you to kill them too! I WON'T ALLOW IT!" The broken coal black pocket watch around her neck became hot, nearly burning her skin, she wrapped it in her hands and it could slowly feel the gears in it beginning to turn.

Sherlock was stunned to the least, this monstrous otherworldly being was about to kill them, he could see a ray of blue light starting to form and coming toward them. He glanced over his shoulder at Evelyn, her own eyes were burning the color of the golden dust that had been pouring out of the pocket watch moments earlier. Symbols began to form on her arms, symbols he didn't recognize, an alien tongue perhaps? Circles and swirls that made no sense to him, it almost seemed like tribal art, but the marks looked as if they were painful, burned in by a hot poker.

"NO MORE!" Evelyn screamed out the words, trembling and even with the pocket watch burning on the flesh on her hands she didn't let go of it. She watched with awe as time began to slow down as if everything was underwater. "No more…please…" she whispered now, her voice hoarse and choked with tears. The bright blue light stopped moments from hitting Sherlock in the chest and Evelyn found herself moving in front of him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Her arms and chest felt as if they were on the fire and her body quaked with exhaustion. She turned toward the alien creature…the Dalek. That's what it was…she remembered now. The "perfect soldier" …it and its kind had taken everything from her.

She stepped toward it and slammed the pocket watch into it, the metal around the Dalek began to melt away like butter against a hot knife. The Dalek screamed the words, "Impure Child!" before she could continue the damage she had caused, a hand wrapped around her arm and pulled her away, she could hear the pocket watch's gears grinding again, starting to tick. She loosed herself from the hold of the man that had held her arm and ran toward Sherlock. She shoved all of her strength into him, knocking him to the ground just as blue light grazed the fabric of the detective's coat sleeve and destroyed the wall behind.

The monster that was inside the metal casing was now exposed because of Evelyn's odd, a squid-like creature, the color of human skin with a single yellow eye. Sherlock raised his gun and fired, once, twice. He was only satisfied when he heard the creature shrieking in agony and did not stop loosing bullets into it until it stopped moving. The detective righted himself from where he had been laying on his side and moved to help Mrs. Hudson out of the nook, she had crammed herself into to be safe.

Evelyn picked herself off the ground and turned to look at the man who had pulled her away from killing the Dalek. He wore a military coat and had dark hair, and was indeed rather handsome. But there was something off about him, Time wrapped around him like a cloak, aging him, but not allowing him to die. Evelyn pitied him. Had the Doctor done this to him? While Sherlock was trying to calm down Mrs. Hudson, Evelyn approached the Accidental Immortal Man, her pocket watch was now silent and still. "Who are you? Did he send you? Or did she?"

"Jack Harkness of Torchwood, the Doctor sent me." He said with a smile.

"The Doctor…not Missy…" Evelyn glanced at Sherlock out of the corner of her honey colored eyes. "Y-You don't have to stay with me now, I'll be fine."

Sherlock Holmes was not sure what to say to the Lost Girl that had found him. He did not want to leave her, he wanted to see this entirely mad and improbable case through to end. It had hooked him, dug in its claws and would not allow him to leave. "No. I'll stay…I want to see where this ends."

Evelyn found herself grabbing Sherlock's hand. "It's going to be dangerous, life-threatening even."

Sherlock looked down at her and smirked. "I know."