I do not own Sherlock or Doctor Who
"Anderson won't work with me! I need someone else!" I shouted.
"Well, Dr. Watson isn't here! Make do!" Lestrade shouted back. We had been here for hours. There was nothing. Everything was so maticulous. I only knew one person who could do this but how? How could he do this?
Then I saw it... The watch.
" Jo..." I started then remembered that John wasn't there. I smiled to Lestrade," I know how to prove who the killer was. Give me three days."
It was all wrong. Wrong! Somewhere we had gone wrong and now we were suffering for it. We ran as fast as we could, trying to dodge guards as we went. We should have known that the debri was a trap. He had known that we would follow it, leaving Sherlock behind! If we didn't get back in time then time itself would be altered forever! For once in our relationship I was running faster then the Doctor. He would tug my hand every now and then to get me to turn at times.
We made it to the Tardis and he started directing me so that we could drive it. Once it was going at a steady pace he pulled me into a tight hug. I stared at my hands on his chest as the tears welled up in my eyes. In frustration I punched his chest. He stepped back in shock but he took it without uttering a peep. I hit him a few more times then collapes into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me as I sobbed.
The endtimes are near.
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