There was a fight, obviously there was a fight. Sherlock had insisted on coming with The Doctor, to make sure that the situation was properly taken care of before he went home. The Doctor had done what he always did, offered peace instead of death, and the crazed Zygon, Sherlock was right about that, did what they always do. It ignored the offer and went for the throat. Sherlock had done some quick thinking and pulled out a gun he had snuck with him when he left the flat and pointed it at the creature. It had shed its human skin and was standing before them in its natural body. It didn't repulse Sherlock nearly as much as he thought it would. It was dead with one quick shot, oddly colored blood pooling out of the hole in its head. Sherlock felt no remorse for the death of the infamous Jack The Ripper, and yet he also didn't feel pride at the idea of murdering someone. It never sat right with him, but it was what had to be done. John would have been proud.
"I'll just drop you off at home, shall I?" The Doctor asked, sometime after they had returned the body of the dead Zygon to its family. Sherlock looked in the small space around them, at the technology that was far superior to that of his own time. He idly wondered if he should stay for a while and travel around the solar system, maybe he would be able to remember it now. He shook his head a bit in thought, giving a small smile.
"Yes… home sounds like it." He could have stayed… but there was someone that was waiting for him to return, and he wouldn't keep his blogger waiting any longer than he had to.
The trip was short, and the TARDIS landed a block from Sherlock's flat. The two brunettes looked at each other for a few moments before Sherlock stuck his hand out for a shake.
"Doctor, it has been an honor and an absolute pleasure working with you… maybe sometime in the future we shall meet again… but next time, John is coming with us." The Doctor gave a small smile as he shook Sherlock's hand, nodding a bit.
"Wouldn't want you to go without your Boswell, just wouldn't be right." They gave each other one final hand shake before Sherlock walked out of the TARDIS and towards his flat. The mystery of Jack The Ripper would never be solved… at least not in the history books. But Sherlock Holmes, well, he was one for the history books as well, wasn't he?
