I do not own Sherlock or Doctor Who
I loved every bit of traveling with the Doctor. Within a week I was already learning how to drive the Tardis. I was more comfortable with Rose than any other woman in my life in two days and the Doctor seemed like as much a brother to me as Mycroft almost as soon as the journey started. I loved the adventures but most of all I loved the running.
"Where are we going today, Doctor?" I asked, sitting in a chair and spinning to face him.
"Not sure. She is being tempermental." After a few days with him you knew She was the Tardis. She had been acting funny the past few days. I wondered why.
"Well, we've landed so let's go see." I felt excitement dwell up in me," Rose! Rose Tyler! Where are you?" I heard her run in and spun the chair around the see her. She was in a gorgeous white shirt and jeans that were ripped at the knees. There was a faded blue splash of color at the left corner of her shirt that continued onto ther back and up it as if the paint had been splashed that way. Her hair was in a bun with a few strands that stuck up on top like a small chinese fan. Her ears were decorated with a pair of small silver hoops.
She blushed at me stareing and I glanced away as the Doctor complimented her. He seemed to be doing this a lot more nowadays.
I looked over for the millionth time to see Sherlock look quickly away from me. He had been stareing at me this entire trip. I had lazily pinned my hair up and chose the best clothes to fit in case we had to run. We were in America in the year 1993. I thought I was dressed like a normal nineteen year old but he just kept looking.
"Why did the Tardis bring us here?" I asked, ignoring Sherlock. He had elected to wear a white shirt with black suit. I felt out of place with two suited men but no one seemed to notice. I was surprised that niether of them had thier coats on.
"Don't know, but want some Chips?" The Doctor asked.
It never takes long for the Doctor to find trouble. By nightfall we were running for our lives from yet another alien bent on our distruction. I grinned at Rose as I held her hand and led her along. She grinned back and we ran like mad people. The Doctor had fallen behind a while ago and We weren't sure what he was doing until he apeared in front of us holding what looked like a large gun.
We ducked and watched a glowing net launch out and hit the hideous creature behind us. He grinned and laughed one short laugh before he led us the rest of the way to the Tardis. Once inside we all busted out in exhausted laughter.
"You know we have to go back for that!" I stated.
" That net is charged with particals that attract it to the Tardis. It should be here momentarily where I will talk to it then we will escort it to it's ship." He nodded, satisfied with that answer and sat down.
I rolled my shoulder and touched it lightly. Rose touched me from behind and lay her head lightly on her hand on that shoulder," Does it still hurt?"
"Like mad." I answered, my nose brushing her face as I turned to look at her, then she was gone. Why do I feel like this? I know she doesn't like me. Why would she when she had the Doctor. Anyone would prefer him over the Sociopath detective anyday.
Don't give up Sherlock!
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