Sorry in the first chapter I didn't seperate Sherlock and Rose Tyler's thoughts. Hope it isn't too hard to read.
I do not own Sherlock or Doctor Who.
I remember the first thought I had was that I should be dead.
The second was Why the HELL does my shoulder hurt so bad?
I looked around and saw that I was being carried by a young girl and young man. It was hard to concentrate with the pain in my shoulder. I was dragged into a building and they let me slowly lay on the floor. I somewhat lowered myself with the girl's help.
"Why did you save me?" I asked. I wanted so badly to be dead. I was starting to forget the pain in my arm, for the ache in my chest was starting to replace it with such an intensity that tears welled up in my eyes.
Why did you save me!I don't deserve to be the one alive!
"This is all wrong!"The Doctor whispered," This is not how John Watson was supposed to die, or where. The right time but the wrong place. He has something, but what!" The Doctor ran his thin fingers through his brunette hair then he looked deep into my eyes and I saw him there, the old Doctor. My Doctor.
"Why was he not supposed to die and John had to?" I asked.
"The way this was supposed to play out was that Sherlock Holmes got in a wreck in a cab with John. John was supposed to die in his arms. Moriarty somehow messed with time and I do not know how." The Doctor's eyes narrowed and his eyebrows pulled together. I watched this new Doctor as he worked on the man's wounds feverishly.
"We have to get back to the Tardis. It's safer. Moriarty will find us in here."
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