I BROUGHT BACK MY INTERLUDE'S! WHAAT! idk.
I'm lucky that I'm in a management position at my job, or else I'd get in trouble for sitting in the back, writing.
Enjoy!
"Is he gonna be alright?" Rose asked the Doctor when she reached the med bay.
"It looks like it didn't hit any major arteries, and it had a clean entry, they just have to dig out the bullet and stitch him up. It's a good thing he's only half Time Lord. Had he been full, the bullet would have hit his second heart." The Doctor gave her a reassuring smile as she let out an uneasy breath, sitting in a chair behind her.
"Oh, I don't ever want to go through this again." Rose said, trying to control her breathing, she placed a hand over her stomach.
"How are you doing? This stress can't be very good for you." He asked, sitting next to her.
"Actually, I'm strangely calm. It's like the baby is calming me, sending me relaxing vibes or... something." Rose laughed, "It's probably got some sort of Time Lord telepathy."
"It's a good possibility." The Doctor half smiled at Rose, with a sigh he closed his eyes, placing his hands on Rose's stomach.
"What are you doin?" She asked.
"I may seem a bit wackier, but in my defense head butting is faster... I can still do it this way though." He refocused on the baby, sending images of the stars and all there was to see in all the galaxies. He sent images of Rose, and of all the times he was proud of her. He then extracted some information.
"Well?" Rose asked.
"Boy... It's a boy."
"Really? We hadn't had that appointment yet. Huh, a boy." She smiled, her tongue poking through.
"Yeah." The Doctor smiled proudly, "What are you going to name him?"
"I think you know what we want to name him..." She said, the Doctor giving her a confused look, "Of course we'll give him a proper nick name... But you know the traditions on Gallifrey... The Doctor told me all about them when we first found out."
"You..." He cleared his throat, looking down, "Really?" He smiled, "So he'll have my..." His voice cracked.
"He'll have your name, Doctor. Your real name." She smiled, "It's not a danger to speak it here, no one will know your secret." The Doctor pulled Rose into a hug, planting a kiss in her hair. River, Amy and Rory watched the scene unfold, River smiled softly as the Doctor's eyes met hers.
...DOOWEEWOO...
"How... Are you standing here?" Mycroft asked, shock spread across his face, "I discovered your body myself..."
"Mycroft... I-I'm not..." Sherlock struggled to find the words to ease his alternate siblings mind. The heart break this man had suffered at the loss of his brother was apparent on his face, his clothes, even his umbrella seemed sad.
"You're not my Sherlock." Mycroft said, his face dropping, "Should have known when they told me you'd been spotted at Torchwood."
"How'd you figure that out?" John asked
"Well, I do know about the parallel universes. Who do you think gave Rose Tyler and John Smith their identities. It may have been my fault that you were even able to cross over." Mycroft explained, leaning against the door frame, "I had a small team investigating what we thought were cracks in space and time. Most of them closed, save two or three... We have two of them monitored. One of them we use for investigations, and the other one we send unwanted criminals through. That one I can assure you opens up into a universe where mankind never evolved... So they usually die right away.
"The third one... Well we're not sure who... But someone is controlling it, and we don't want to bother them." Mycroft sighed.
"But the one you investigate?" Sherlock asked, "That one opens up to my universe."
"Well, it's on the cusp of two actually. We'd never tell the Tyler girl this... But the tear connects with her original universe as well as yours." Mycroft smiled.
"And what have you been observing?" John asked.
"At first... Just the different choices and time patterns... But since my... Sherlock... Died, I've been..."
"Monitoring us?" Sherlock asked, "Mycroft Holmes, an over protective idiot in all universes."
"Say what you will my dearest Sherlock.. But we've also been monitoring your Moriarty. I'm afraid it was our fault he survived the gun shot wound he inflicted upon himself. It was quite a strange phenomena. But when we opened our side wider... It caused his suicide to halt... While it still played out before your eyes, it never actually happened. He woke up on that roof top twenty minutes later and ran away after seeing the scene you caused down on the pavement."
"How's that even possible?" John asked, mouth agape.
"The mysteries of space and time Dr. Watson. Anything is possible." Mycroft answered, looking down on the shorter man, both literally and figuratively.
"Can you tell us how to find him?" Sherlock pried.
"Of course." He answered, laughing slightly.
"This Mycroft is much nicer." John said.
"He's got a wife... Or husband... Therefore this Mycroft, is getting laid. Of course he's nicer." Sherlock said, pointing to his alt. bros. ring finger.
"Ah yes, I do indeed. This universes version of you was the best man at mine and Gregory's wedding. There wasn't a dry eye in the house, save for yours, of course."
"Lestrade!" John laughed.
"It's Holmes now, I assure you." He replied, "I will send the details as to Moriarty's location home with you. Now you'd better meet back up with your friends." Mycroft pointed up and turned away. He was gone by the time Sherlock and John stepped into the hall.
"Well, interesting universe this is... You're a ginger and Lestrade is gay." John said, still laughing.
"Interesting indeed." They stepped into the lift and took it one floor up, when the doors opened, Mary was standing at it's entrance, staring.
"Mary." Sherlock said, John nodded.
"John..." She said and his eyes widened, "Can we talk?"
DAMN YOU ALT. MARY! STAY AWAY!
JK. I wrote it this way. I can do what I want! Tis why I threw in that Mystrade thing... just thought it'd be fun for all y'all shippers.
Do you like how I made alternate Sherlock a ginger? Cause Benedict is gingery. Muwahahahaha.
