~A week after Samie leaves with the Doctor (a month in their time)~

Sherlock grumpily sat on his spinny office chair, wrapped up in his sheet. John had gone to work and had left him here. Him a highly-functioning sociopathic consulting detective!

No, musn't let it get to you... Sherlock glared at the blank computer screen. Mustn't give in... A bead of sweat dropped from his temple. I am strong.

John entered the door, holding a small bag.

"I need it! Must have the precioussss!" Sherlock leapt from the chair like an owl taking flight, tackling John.

"Oh my god! Sh-Sherlock! Put on some clothes for gods sake!" John screwed his eyes shut, clutching the bag.

"Give it to me John! Now! I order you!" Sherlock growled. "No. You told me not to give it to you-" "DAMN WHAT I SAID! I WANT WHAT I WANT WHEN I WANT IT!" Sherlock burst out.

John cocked an eyebrow as if he were dealing with a spoiled child. "Sherlock..."

Sherlock was standing in his pants (underwear) at the open window. "I'll do it John! If I jump from a certain angle and land at an acute angle on my head, I'll die! I swear to god I will do it!" he hissed.

John gingerly stepped towards Sherlock. "You're being crazy Sherlock-"

Sherlock tutted in annoyance turned in a circle, and dived out of the window.

"Sherlock!" John screamed, reaching for his cell to call 999.

Samie closed the door behind her, watching the Doctor do his job. He was running around the T.A.R.D.I.S, turning knobs, switching levers, and pushing buttons.

One of the beasts chasing them crashed into the side of the door, shaking the ship. "Doctor, whooshing would be fine now!" Samie called, holding the door shut.

"I'm going as fast as I can!" he grunter, reaching across the console to press a blue button. The T.A.R.D.I.S phased away from it's current location and onto it's new track.

Samie came to slump down next to the Doctor on a bench, both breathless. The Doctor looked up at her and furrowed his brow. "Whooshing would be fine now'?" He chuckled.

"Yeah, whooshing. You know-'psshhhhwooooochsssssssswooooo'." Samie began imitating the T.A.R.D.I.S. "You sound sick." He exclaimed as they both burst into a laughing fit.

The T.A.R.D.I.S 'dinged' like a toaster and the Doctor's features grimmed. "Open the door. Now, quick!" He barked.

Samie sprinted to the entrance and swung open the doors just in time to see a figure fall into the T.A.R.D.I.S. "Wha- Doctor, what's-" Samie stuttered, looking at the Doctor who was back to his speedy maneuvering of the T.A.R.D.I.S.

She bent over the half naked man, believing he was dead or unconscious. He was frowning at the ceiling. "Sherlock!?" Samie's eyes widened and her face reddened. Sherlock shot up, staring at Samie. "Samie!" He breathed, hugging her (causing her to awkwardly pat his back).

"I thought you'd left me." He released her, analyzing the ship's control room. "I did, but only for a month..." She mumbled. "A month!? You're sense of time is rather poor. It's been a week." Sherlock scoffed.

"I'm not so sure about that." Samie objected haughtily, crossing her arms. "I was meaning to drop her off when you fell from the sky." the Doctor explained after a long, still silence.

"Good, I need her assistance on a matter." Sherlock glared at him. (pretty cocky for someone standing in his underpants.) The Doctor smiled, nodding to the door. Sherlock snatched Samie's wrist and tugged her out of the doorway.

"Bye Doctor!" she managed to say before she was pulled up the stairs to Sherlock and John's flat.

As they entered (loudly, seeming as SOMEONE slammed the door open), Samie saw Lestrade and John look up in surprise. "Sherlock! I thought y-"

"I'm not crazy, John, now. GIVE. ME. THE. CIGGARETTES!" Sherlock dropped Samie's hand and was now looming over his army doctor. Scowling, John handed the packet of nicotine free cigs to Sherlock, who now beamed like a child on Christmas.

"What happened here?" Samie chuckled, greeting Lestrade with a friendly hug and John with a peck on the cheek. "That... idiot decided to go jumping out of a window." Lestrade grumbled.

"I assure you, I am far more brilliant than any of you." Sherlock puffed from where he was perched in his armchair. "Hm, so sure of yourself." Samie sighed. "Yes, and?" Sherlock narrowed his eyes.

"They do say ignorance is bliss." she shrugged.

A/n

Ha! Had you fooled for a second didn't I?

I wouldn't kill Sherlock THAT early... heheheh. *evil smile*

So, hope you loved it!