"I-I'm so sorry!" Samie sobbed. The Doctor smiled sweetly and pulled her closer, calming her. "It's alright. I'm the bloody idiot here." He admited. "You're the bloody idiot with an umbrella in a storm." Samie corrected, burrying her face into his shoulder.
"Yeah, suppose you're right- as always." The Doctor chuckled, looking down at Samie. "No. I'm not always right. In fact, I'm almost never right! I've been wrong for such a long time, Doctor." She objected, staring at the ground. "Then how is it that you have been able to survive my... ah- what's the word..."
"Wibbly wobbly timey wimey adventures." Samie smiled. They stood in silence, gazing at each other. "How'd you know I'd be out here?" Samie asked, glancing around at the rain. "Samaria, I will always be here if you need my help. Be it aliens or the lack of an umbrella." The Doctor laughed out the last bit. Samie joined in, sobbing and laughing with joy.
Sherlock watched from across the street, glaring menacingly. The man that Samie had been angry with at the crime scene was now in a lovig embrace with her. He knew he should have burned the letters after he had seen what they said, instead of scribbling notes over them. He couldn't let his friend be taken away from him, he just couldn't.
When he had read that 'The Doctor' man was returning to take Samie back with him to travel, Sherlock was furious. And now, he could kill someone. Watson would notice his sour mood, so he couldn't go home. He would stay with Molly tonight. No matter what, Molly would always stay loyal to him. (That's why ALL the fandoms put her in Hufflepuff!)
He stormed off, swishing his coat, and vanished into the darkness of the night.