Hi! So sorry for the last two chapters being short. I promise to put in longer ones. I hope you enjoy reading it. I would like to have some reviews and ideas for later chapters. I do not own anything but the plot :)
Rose was dumbstruck. How the he'll could Sherlock Holmes be real? Even if it is a parallel universe. Her favourite fictional character as here but not the Doctor... not her Doctor.
"Do you have anywhere to stay?" John asked bringing Rose out of her thoughts.
"No."she said.
"I'm sure you can stay at our flat since you saved our lives. Might I ask what that robot thing was?"
"That was a dalek. And yes if you don't mind I wouldn't mind staying at your flat."
When Rose got inside the flat she saw books stacked on the coffee table-not neatly by the way. There was a window where you could see the streets of London.
"This is the flat. And the woman you saw downstairs is Mrs Hudson." Sherlock said.
" is she the housekeeper?" Rose asked.
"No. Apparently she is the landlady"
"Where can I sleep?" Rose asked.
"Down the corridor first door on you right."
"Okay. Well goodnight."
Rose walked out of the room and into the bedroom. He obviously didn't sleep much. The bed is nearly perfect.
In the morning Rose got up and walked into the living room. Sherlock was sitting down drinking tea.
"Mornin" she said, still sleepy.
"Good morning." he said without turning his head.
Rose Sat down and poured herself some tea. They sat in silence for awhile. Not awkward silence. Just silence. Sherlock suddenly asked a strange question.
"What can you tell about me by looking at me?"
"Well. I can tell that you run quite a lot from the state of your boots. So a dangerous job? Yeah maybe spy? No that doesn't fit. You not in the army. You can tell by the way you stand. You don't sleep much, but you don't get tired either. I'd say a few hours a week. You are obviously uncomfortable with my presence by the way you hold your shoulders. You are a size 9 in shoes. You rather leather to canvas and you like to wear wool."To see said.
Sherlock listened with amazement. How could she tell?
"You are wealthy but was brought up with less wealth. You run a lot so you too have a dangerous job. It's not the army. You know how to use most guns and you hold the guns in your right hand. You have seen war. But still not in the army. But you have secrets many secrets." Sherlock said.
"Clever."was her reply.
"Do you have any family members or close friends that you could contact?" asked John as he walked in.
"No."
"How."
"They all died."
"How." Sherlock asked.
"Dunno."
She did know. She just didn't want to explain that they were killed by aliens. She thought back on the day.
Rose and Pete-her father- walked through Northwood. Jack was there.
"We need you both to go kick some cyber ass. There are more cybermen down by Cardiff bay." Jack said.
"Can do." Rose said and Pete nodded.
When they were down there Pete got deleted and John-who was assisting them- died from a building collapsing.
Her mother- Jackie Tyler- and her brother- Tony- aren't dead but she still couldn't contact them. She had no one. No one at all.
Sherlock actually felt sorry for her. Which was odd he never felt sorry for anyone. Then he suddenly snapped out of his thought when his phone rang.
He looked at the caller ID. Lestrade. He clicked the answer button.
"Yes?" Sherlock said.
"There has been a murder at the hospital nearest you."
"On my way." he hung up the phone and turned to Rose."You coming?"
"Sure."She said shrugging her shoulders.