Yaaaay new chapter! I'm sorry for not updating, life got in the way. I'll also be in Scotland next week, so I don't know if I can update then, but I'll try my best. Thank you for all the support on this story, you guys are so positive! I hope you guys continue to enjoy this story! Sherlock and John have stopped just 'going along' with it and are starting not to trust the Doctor, and they're going to start investigating more into the exterminator dragons... and any other dragon that might show up... (nudge nudge wink wink). I know this is very very short, but I am really just trying to add more to the story quickly than actually make really long chapters. I'm writing another couple of stories in Google Docs that I don't know if I'll put up, but keep an eye out for 'Reborn Heroes' a SuperWhoLock, 'The Doctor's Daughter' a story about the Doctor's kid who he can't take care of so he gives her to a certain ex-time agent, and the yet-to-be-named animal SuperWhoLock. Also, this story may become a SuperWhoLock sometime... Long author's note, I know, but if you read it, thanks! Again, thanks to everybody who reviewed and everyone who will review for being so positive towards my story! Now, on to the story! Allons-y!
The Doctor stopped abruptly in front of the alley they had left the TARDIS in.
"I could've sworn this was the right one..." the Doctor muttered.
"Doctor? What's wrong?" Rose asked.
"See for yourself," the Doctor stepped aside, revealing an empty alley.
"Where'd the TARDIS go?" Rose asked.
"No idea," the Doctor said.
"Perhaps it's the wrong alley..." John said.
"It's not," Sherlock said.
"We were supposed to be investigating the dragon-thingies, but you brought us here, and if you hadn't brought us here in the first place, our only way of getting back wouldn't've been gone!" John exploded at the Doctor.
"Oh come on, I was following a trace of dragon-" Sherlock cut the Doctor off.
"He does have a point. You're also lying. You brought us here why?" Sherlock asked.
"I, uh, just-" KA-BOOM! A nearby building exploded, sending bricks and shards of glass everywhere. "Finally, some action!" the Doctor sprinted off towards the building.
"Doctor, wait up!" Rose ran after the Doctor.
"Well, no point standing around," John said, and he ran after Rose and the Doctor. Sherlock sighed again and ran after the three.
The Doctor flashed his psychic paper at nearby people, and entered the building. It was smoking, but not in flames, so he dashed up the staircase. He could see perfectly due to the giant holes in the walls and ceilings. So far he could see no survivors. Dead people were lying in various positions all throughout the building. But the Doctor was concerned with finding survivors. There had to be someone. Anyone! The Doctor ran onto the new last floor, as the top floor had been blown apart. The Doctor stared up at the sky, panting heavily. He turned to Rose.
"No survivors," he said. "Why would somebody do this?" he and Rose left the building.
The Doctor paced in circles, muttering to himself. "Think!" he muttered. "Think!" Rose and John, however, stared up at the building as Sherlock questioned witnesses, trying to find out if it was a bomb, or a gas explosion, or any number of other occurrences.
"Doctor?"
"Not now, Rose!"
"No, Doctor, I really think you should look at this,"
"Not now, Rose!"
"DOCTOR!" his head shot up. "What?"
"The building, Doctor, look at the building!" Rose pointed at the building.
Very obviously indented in the wall, were scratch marks. Dragon scratch marks.
