Chapter 21

AMY

She ran to the man standing on the ledge.

"Someone left you, didn't they?" Amy was watching Sherlock speak to, well, her.

"Yes," Amy could hear the voice through the phone.

Amy Pond looked over the edge to see herself stand beside John. It was a terrifying drop, and she couldn't believe that he managed to survive. She watched herself. Her hair blowing gently in the wind, obscuring her face only a bit so to not show the tears welling up in her eyes. She remembered standing there. That's where her nightmare always began. There was a moment of silence between them. Amy Pond looked at Sherlock. He himself was tearing up.

"Was it worth it?"

"What?"

"Meeting me."

"Of course it was."

Going into a flashback mode, she remembered the Doctor saying this to her before he propelled himself into the exploding TARDIS. Amy had difficulty breathing. The similarities between the Doctor and Sherlock were uncanny. She stepped down from the ledge. Amy could handle seeing this again, but it was only because Sherlock was in the TARDIS waiting for her.

"I'm sorry, Amy. Tell John, too. Good bye."

There was a sharp pain in her heart when he said it. She thought she could handle at least seeing him jump, but when he said that, something just broke down inside. She turned around to look at Sherlock again, and she saw that he closed his eyes. What was he thinking of? She placed her hand on his back, just begging that he'd feel something. Comfort, warmth, anything. Finally, his arms rose from his sides and he stepped off the ledge. Thump. Amy looked over the ledge for the last time, seeing John rush over to the body, and her just standing there. Immobile.

"Seen enough?" Sherlock was apparently behind her and gave her a fright, so much so that she herself almost fell off the edge.

Sherlock was fast enough to catch her before she plummeted to the ground.

"God, thanks," Amy caught her breath.

If she fell, it wouldn't be fake.

"Yeah. Uh, no problem. Sorry about scaring you. Should we get off the, uh, roof?" Sherlock stammered.

She nodded and they walked over Moriarty's body to get to the TARDIS. Sherlock took off his jacket and put it on the chair.

"I've been meaning to ask, but how did you get your coat back?" Amy asked, trying to avoid talking about her near death experience.

"Snuck in the flat and got it from John's trunk."

"Didn't he notice that it was gone?"

"He hasn't even looked in that trunk once since the fall."

"Oh."

"I'm surprised. Only we three know about that trunk. He keeps all the keepsakes from the war in there and never tells many people about it. Not even Mrs. Hudson."

"Well we are friends," Amy looked down. "Were."

She placed her hand on her face and scratched her cheek, trying to conceal the guilt on her face for not talking to John in a very long time. She changed the subject.

"What were you thinking about before you jumped off?"

"Hmm?" he wasn't focused on her.

"You closed your eyes and then you jumped. You must have been thinking of something."

"Oh, uh," Sherlock hesitated. "You."

She smiled. She was his "last" thought. Still cared about, even seconds before death.

"You know, you never answered my question."

"What question?" She was grateful he changed the subject.

"Remember the night in the cab?" of course she did. "What was your interest in me?"

She remembered him asking her, but she never answered because at the time, she didn't know. But now she did.

"Well?"

"Well. You, sort of, remind me, in a way of the, um, Doctor."

"The Doctor?"

"Yes," she sighed and began twiddling with the console of the TARDIS. She was ready for a different place than London. Or at least a change in scenery. She didn't want to be in places that gave her sad memories.

"How?"

"It's complicated."

The TARDIS whirred to life all of a sudden and brought them to another place. The only problem was that it kept landing somewhere in London. Somewhere in Sherlock and Amy's time stream. Amy was getting extremely confused. Why London? The TARDIS could literally bring them to the edge of the universe, but it kept choosing London. Something wasn't right.

SHERLOCK

He didn't need to watch himself fall. He already knew the plotline. So he stood in the TARDIS wondering what was wrong with Amy. It was still her choice of words that bothered him. Take me back to Leadworth. He wanted to go back too, so why didn't she say "us?" Sherlock was getting so hung up over her words that he didn't even realize that she was still on the roof. He assumed that the moment she'd see him again leaning on the edge that she'd want to come back to the TARDIS.

Sherlock grabbed his coat and put it on. He remembered it was quite chilly outside. Amy was looking over the edge, which meant that the other Sherlock already jumped. He quietly made his way to her, walking through Moriarty's body.

"Seen enough?" Sherlock startled her which made her lose her balance.

Sherlock took her hand and pulled her into him before she went over the roof.

"Oh God, thanks," Amy said, looking over the edge again.

He realized that he could have killed her. They weren't in any sort of danger and he could have caused the death of Amy Pond.

"Yeah. Uh, no problem. Sorry about scaring you. Should we get off the, uh, roof?" Sherlock stammered.

I almost killed her. Oh, God.

Amy Pond might have travelled to different times and places in space where there were all kinds of danger, but she almost pummelled to her death right in front of Sherlock. Was she safe around him? It didn't seem like anyone was really safe around the consulting detective. Look where it got John, Mrs. Hudson, and Lestrade! Three assassins after them and it was all because of Sherlock.

Amy nodded and they walked back to the TARDIS. She didn't realize she was still holding onto Sherlock. He took off his jacket a bit too dramatically and placed it on his chair.

"I've been meaning to ask, but how did you get your coat back?" Amy asked.

"Snuck in the flat and got it from John's trunk," Sherlock remembered that night. It wasn't so easy seeing that John couldn't get to sleep most nights.

"Didn't he notice that it was gone?"

"He hasn't even looked in that trunk once since the fall," or so his informants tell him.

"Oh."

"I'm surprised. Only we three know about that trunk. He keeps all the keepsakes from the war in there and never tells many people about it. Not even Mrs. Hudson."

"Well we are friends," Amy looked down. "Were."

Amy tried to cover her face with her hand in order to conceal some guilt, but Sherlock caught it. All these feelings she had, he did his best to avoid. She changed the subject.

"What were you thinking about before you jumped off?"

"Hmm?" he didn't hear what she said.

"You closed your eyes and then you jumped. You must have been thinking of something."

"Oh, uh," Sherlock hesitated. Should he tell her? "You."

She smiled.

"You know, you never answered my question," Sherlock tried to divert the subject so as to avoid an awkward silence.

"What question?"

"Remember the night in the cab? What was your interest in me?"

Amy thought about it for a moment. Probably trying to piece together the memory or even words to respond to his question. Sherlock expected a long explanation.

"Well?"

"Well. You, sort of, remind me, in a way of the, um, Doctor."

"The Doctor?" That was it? Just that?

"Yes," she sighed and began twiddling with the console of the TARDIS.

"How?"

"It's complicated."

He began to compare himself to the Doctor. She waited for them both. They both returned at one point. She sees them as heroes. She sees them as two men who are emotionally complex. Both intelligent. Both a little mad. But always there for her. And she was always there for them, even if she didn't really know the two. She placed a lot a trust into both of them. There was more, but the TARDIS jolted, which meant take off for Sherlock.

Sherlock knew that Amy hoped to see some far away land of any sort, but he knew that it was going to be London. Even though he didn't know the logistics of time travel, he had to assume that if a place was chosen twice in one day, then it would continue to be that one place until something extraordinary changed. Amy whacked the monitor to get a better reading of where they were. She tried again to get the TARDIS to some place different. But it was London, and it would continue to be London unless they figured out some way to get out of the space within spaces and back to Leadworth.