A/N: this is very important. this will be the last update i make on this you want to continue reading the fanfic i will be making further updates on my new account TheKresent. it's kind of confusing to explain why. so sorry about this. i hope you enjoy the fic and follow the other account if you want too :)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Sherlock BBC or Sherlock by Sir Conan Doyle ;) I also don't own the Doctor… though it would be AMAZING if I did.
The Doctor was frantic, running around in circles saying things that wouldn't even make sense to another Timelord. He was pushing buttons, tapping screens, jumping up down, all of which in infuriated Sherlock. Why would a grown man who was clearly intelligent act so childish. It really did make him question his own sanity. It was getting to be too much for him he needed to solve this and move on with his life whatever the consequences may be. His brain started flying around from one elucidation to the next, from one problem difficulty to another.
It was very unlike him to not be able to think correctly. His mind had a mind of its own and it seemed that something wasn't allowing it to go through the correct process of evaluation and solution. He had now been stranded on a strange planet, with a strange man, and from the looks of it they were not going to be leaving any time soon. Sherlock decided that if there was no stopping or fixing what has happened then he mine as well just sit back and do nothing. This was so unlike him, that the thought of it startled him. However, he just didn't care anymore. He wasn't going to do something if he didn't want to. That's just how stubborn he was.
Hours had passed and John hadn't spoken a word to Sherlock. He mostly just stuck by the Doctor and Amy occasionally asking her if she needed anything. Ever since her break down there has been this frigid, stillness in the air that unnerved everyone. It was very obvious for the detective to figure out she was pregnant which would explain the hormonal issues that she had displayed. Why she would … "make love" to such an immature childlike thing, was beyond him. He could hear the 3 of them whispering about something which made Sherlock feel jealous. They were talking about what had happened and apparently the great mystery was solved.
He noticed John walking over towards his lonesome corner. John sat down next to him and looked at him quizzically. John knew Sherlock very well and he knew that he wouldn't just sit back and let the dull group of people take hours to figure out something that he could have pieced together in 3 hours. He also knew his friend well enough to know when something was troubling, which in his favor didn't happen too often but when it did, it was obvious.
Instead of telling Sherlock they had figured it out and they were heading home he decided to ask him how he was doing. This was never his best decision as Sherlock usually became unbelievable sarcastic or just wouldn't talk, but it always did help him.
"What's the matter?"
Silence.
"Sherlock, what's wrong with you?"
Silence.
"Seriously, you've been over hear pouting for the last 6 hours! You didn't even bother to help," or take over like you usually do, "and now you won't speak."
Sherlock shifted over more so he could see John's face clearly. He had to admit that while John was very persistent and into knowing everyone's business just like an old lady he really did care about how he felt, which not very many people did.
"So?" Was the only word to escape Sherlock lips.
"So what?"
Sherlock rolled his eyes like it was the most obvious thing. "So where are we?"
John's eyes were roaming around the room trying hard not to met Sherlock's gaze."Uh, yeah about that…."