I shall be trying to post every day, though we all know life gets in the way! Luckily, it's snowing for some reason, and I don't really have anything to do.
I'm going to try new ways of separating particular settings, just cause I want to define it, and I think it might look better? Let me know!
Enjoy!
"Amy I need you to get River to fly the TARDIS here to 221b Baker Street." The Doctor explained to his fiery redheaded companion.
"Ok, she'll do it, but Doctor, how did we get into this universe?" Amy furrowed her brow, not liking talking to a man that sounded nothing like the raggedy man she grew up loving.
"I'm not sure yet. But I'll find out. I'm just hoping not to have a run in with Moriarty while I'm here. I'll talk to you when you arrive." The Doctor hung up and stuffed the phone back into his shirt pocket, crashing down into a green chair.
"And how do you know about Moriarty? If you're an alien and not Sherlock? Don't tell me he consults with space criminals now! Is that how he survived a gun shot wound to the head? Is he an alien!" John joked, still not believing the man he thought to be Sherlock.
"It's all in the books." He said, sitting back rubbing his hand across his eyes.
"Books?" John smiled a bit, staring at the man claiming to be from another planet.
"Yes the books, in my universe you and Sherlock are fictional characters. One of the most popular lot of books ever written actually."
"Right..." John pondered, "And in these books does my character ever... Oh I don't know, fall in love?"
"Can't tell you that, sorry. Besides, I don't even know if you're the same Watson and Holmes, after all, I don't remember the great consulting detective ever having a telly or a mobile. Just a deerstalker and a pipe. Oh and the tweed cape, my personal favorite. I do love tweed. Could have used a fez."
"He's got the hat... The deerstalker, not the fez. But we won't let him have the pipe." John said, leaning forward in his chair, the man across from him doing the same. They stared at each other for a moment though for an unknown reason John refused to meet the other mans eyes, "So... not Sherlock... You don't remember my wedding? Your best man speech? Playing the violin while Mary and I danced?" John winced a bit upon saying her name, it still hurt.
"Mary Morstan? So she does exist in this universe?" Hearing her full name, well what he thought was her full name, hurt worse. John stared at him a moment, and continued to play along. He leaned back and looked into the fire, rubbing his face before he answered.
"Yeah." He cleared his throat, "Rather, she did."
"She died?" The heaviness of his voice caused John to meet his eyes for the first time that day, and while he recognized the blue-green orbs staring back at him, they were somehow older, sadder. They'd seen much more than any man could in a normal lifespan, more death and war than seemed fathomable. He realized his friend wasn't just playing a game, this man was telling the truth.
"Yeah... Right after the wedding. Turns out she was an assassin and an old target she failed to take out found her... We tried to save her but..." John sniffed and looked down, his mouth slanting, "Worst day of my life... Well, second worst day."
"And what was the first?" The doctor's mind reeled trying to figure out what could be worse than your new wife dying.
"Watching you... Err, Sherlock, jump off of a roof."
...DOOWEEWOOOO...
"Oh just drop it Pond!" Sherlock shouted at River.
"No I- Wait, did you just call me Pond?" Rivers face lit up, "Oh I'd love to know how you figured that out."
Sherlock smirked and wondered for a moment how his smirk looked on the Doctor's face, "Rory seems quite protective of you. You're not his wife, obviously, and you look at him and Amy with admiration and regret. So either you're a lifelong friend or somehow you're their daughter. Since you know how to fly this thing better than the Doctor apparently, that means the ship likes you. She's humming in my head as we speak. So you must be a child of the TARDIS. Leading me to believe the two of you spent your wedding night here on this ship. And conceived her, also, Amy referred to you as Melody when she thought I wasn't listening. So if your name is River Song then it would suffice to say you're also Melody Pond, but something happened when you were born that caused you to grow up away from your parents, which is the look of regret and longing that you all have when you think the other isn't paying attention."
"Oh you're very, very good." River praised, "But don't think that got you out of the other topic, I saw your smirk, you may be smart, but I'm not dumb."
"Oh leave it be, sentiment is a wasted thing. Only for idiots or the weak. I will not let myself be dulled down or beaten because I have feelings for my flatmate."
"You can still love someone and do great things." Amy said, resting a hand on his shoulder, "The Doctor does and he has saved countless people, creatures, planets and universes. You can be a great man and still love. It doesn't make you dull or weak, and it doesn't make you ordinary." Sherlock looked at the ginger and panicked slightly at her use of the word ordinary, she continued, "Just try to be more like the man whose body you're in."
"Though technically, the Doctor isn't a man!" Rory interjected.
"Oh shut your stupid face. I'm trying to help!" Amy pushed her husband and immediately pulled him back for a kiss.
"We're here!" River shouted from the console, flipping a lever and pulling the screen down.
"I'll never get used to how much smoother than the Doctor she drives!" Rory said holding his hand out for his wife, she gladly accepted it and they headed for the door.
"Now Sherlock, let's go figure out what's going on with your brain!" River said and the detective followed the three time travelers to the doors of the TARDIS. When they stepped through they immediately realized they were in the middle of the living room of 221b Baker street. A bewildered John Watson stood pressed against the corner of the room, his eyes wide and fixated on the blue police box that just materialized and engulfed their coffee table.
Did ya like my musical interlude to let you know we changed scenes? I'm super lame, and I like to think I'm hilarious...
