Sherlock

"It's quite simple John, really. Shall I explain it to you again?" John shakes his head wearily,

"Just keep walking Sherlock. It's been a long day and I'm sick of running around town with you today."

"It's only noon. Shall we do lunch?" My phone rings. "Or not."

"Lestrade?"

"Always. Sherlock Holmes. Of course. We'll be right over."

"What's happened this time?"

"Looks like a jumper."

"A jumper eh?"

"You want to come? Unless you have work of course."

"I can afford to take off today."

"Thank you. It makes a difference, having someone on whom I can thoroughly rely." John just smiles.

Two hours later

"Well that was a waste." I shake my head in disbelief. "I can't believe that Lestrade called us down for that."

"Believe it." John grins at me, "But you have to admit, it was better than staying home all day."

"Yeah, actually, yeah it was." I smile too. The faces of the people passing us on the streets is quite stimulating. Everywhere, someone knew, someone I've never seen before. Except for that one. "John, stop."

"What Sherlock?"

"I know that kid." I push past the people to get to him. Michael, Hannah's friend. It looks like something is wrong though. He looks up as we come closer, worry written all over his face. "What's wrong?" I demand.

"Hannah is missing."

"What?"

"Hannah. Is. Missing." I step back,

"No she isn't."

"Stop Sherlock. Really. This isn't funny. She's missing. She didn't come to school today."

"She always skips."

"She didn't text me. She always texts me when she's skipping."

"Maybe it was the spur of the moment kind of thing. Stop looking so worried." John comes up behind me.

"Blimey Sherlock, you have got to wait for me before just taking off. Who's this?"

"This is Michael, Hannah's friend."

"I'm just going to pretend like I know who you're talking about."

"Friends of mine." Michael looks at me, glaring really.

"She's been missing for thirteen hours. I am going to find her, and then I'm going to punch you in the face."

"….. Okay….." Michael pushes past us and disappears in the crowd.

"Well that was weird." John says with a hint of a question in his voice. I ignore it.

"Lunch?"

Two Hours Later

John's engrossed in a book, sitting comfortably in his usual chair near the fire place, dull. I stare into Yorik's eye sockets. "What?" I ask in an offended tone. John looks up, confused, from his book.

"Are you okay?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You're talking to a skull."

"And you're reading a book."

"What does that have to do with anything?" I look up at the ceiling a minute before pulling a very sarcastic face,

"Oh. I thought we were stating the obvious." John rolls his eyes and begins to read his book again. There is a kind of disturbance from downstairs. Mrs. Hudson is protesting against something. Probably because I left her stove on again, or maybe it's because the cat wants back in. I roll my eyes and settle more comfortably into the cushions of the couch. Bored. "BORED."

"OI!" Mrs. Hudson shouts from down the stairs. John looks toward the door as it bursts open.

"Mrs. Hudson! What have I said about knocking first?" I cry as I sit up, turning to face the door. Not Mrs. Hudson. "Michael."

"Sherlock." He tosses a piece of paper vaguely in my direction. "Proof enough?"

Author's Note: Okay guys, this is to tie up Hannah and Michael's story, and a friend commissioned me to write it. WELL it was an idea that I kind of stole. And he's been pestering me about it. So basically, I'm forcing myself to write it because I've got nothing for this part of the story, that's why it's only like six hundred words. Maybe a bit less. The next part will probably be longer. It's a four parter that ties up the loose ends. I'm going to go make some cookies and then I'm going to a celebrate having Friday off by going to a friend's house. I've been checking out a new band, 'The Films'. They are pretty good. They are what I've been listening too while I wrote this, so if it sucks, I blame them. And I apologize in advance for the horribleness of the next four chapters, because I have a feeling they are going to suck. I blame my computer because it keeps doing stupid stuff, like deleting the first thousand words I had written for this so I had to start all OVER and it SUCKED.

Until Gallifrey is free,

Time Lord Victorious