I do not own Sherlock or Doctor Who
I burst the door open and the Doctor took my hand," When someone rides in the Tardis they have residue and the screwdriver can find them. Follow me." He said. He pulled me along, like I needed to be pulled, and then he slid to a stop. I leaned around him and screamed.
Moriarty had a knife to Sherlock's chest and as I watched, in that millisecond, I felt like I was the one being stabbed instead of Sherlock.
The knife plunged into my chest and I screamed. I tried not to but it pain seared through my body but it hadn't hit any vital organs. I sucked air in then ripped the watch off of Moriarty. I heard him scream then I looked at the face of it. I felt a tug then it was like I was back on that night...
I opened the cab door and John climbed in in front of me. It was chilly so I pulled my coat close as I climbed in," So, John, What do you infer about that?" I asked him.
"Infer? Sherlock." He sighed my name,"Well, she was definately murdered. It looked like someone who was close to her." He said, looking out the window.
"Why would you say that?" I asked, watching our driver. He was acting funny but I didn't know why. He didn't seem ill.
"Because the locks weren't busted or anything." He answered me. We both fell silent, watching our driver. John leaned up and knocked on the glass," Hey what are you..." The end of his sentence never came.
The glass of John's window shattered and I flew into the far door. The car spun sickeningly before another car smashed into the driver's door and spun us all the way around again.
I barely got a breath in before another car hit the front of the cab and knocked me into the glass seperating me from the dead cabbie. I knew I wouldn't be able to do much but we were in an intersection and if we didn't get out then we would die. I unbuckled myself and the unconscience John and dragged him out onto the road. I stumbled and felt sick and in pian but I had to get to the sidewalk.
Once there I sat up against a wall and John lay against my chest. His breathing was very laboured and I knew he had been hit worse.
"John! Stay with me... I c'n not go w'thout you..." I could feel my words slirring as his breaths came less and less," John Watson! If you die I will kill you!" I shouted. I felt him inhale deeply and then exhale... then nothing.
I started crying horribly. It hurt so bad, losing him and the actual pain of the crash. My best friend was gone.
I watched in horror as something happened to Sherlock. He lay on the road with Moriarty on top of him and his face said everything. A tear ran down his face as he made some sort of descision. He smashed the watch and the Doctor covered my eyes with one of my hands. I tried to pull it away.
"No, Rose. We are being carried through time without a capsule. If you look you'll be blinded. Trust me." He whispered in my ear. I felt like something hit me like a buffet of air but a strong arm on my waist.
"Doctor! What's going on?" I sobbed, putting both my hands on his over my eyes.
"Time is being changed. I don't know how." He said quietly. Suddenly my head split. White searing pain seemed to cut it on half and suddenly everything changed and it was gone. The pain and Sherlock.
Little confusing. Sorry. It will make sense. I promise.