"You've been gone for so long, I'm running out of time… I need a Doctor, call me a Doctor, I need a Doctor, Doctor, to bring me back to life…"

This isn't the first time she's found herself crouched against the corner of her room (a room that used to be their room, that used to belong to two) and sobbing out her eyes. This isn't the first time her hands are clenched clean through her dirty blonde hair, pulling on the strands with each wrack of her body.

But strangely, this is the first time a time traveling motorcycle has crashed through her wall.

Fandom gets to her feet and watches as Doctor Who leaps off the motorcycle and tosses his helmet to the ground. He's wearing a dark blue jacket and his trademark half-smile (that has become increasingly more smirky ever since he started hanging out with that Moffat fellow, notes Fandom).

"Doctor Who?" she whispers to the show. It isn't her show, of course, but it's still familiar face.

"Oh, sorry!" he yells. "Like Ten would say, so, so sorry. Must've set the Motorcycley-Wotorcycley meter a bit off."

Fandom smiles a bit, Doctor Who's ride reminds her of Morifarty's (haha!) Motorcycle-Coptor. "But you told me you were off on hiatus!"

"I was, for three months. But I'm back!"

Fandom pulls him into a hug. "So," says Doctor Who. "Where's good old Sherlock? Always like him, course not as much as Supernatural, but still…"

Fandom allows herself a bit of a frown at the mention of Supernatural. (Bitch stole her boyfriend once. ) "He's, uh…"

"Oh. Oh. OH." says Doctor Who, each repeat of "oh" sounding a bit more shocked. "I'm so sorry."

"No, no, it's fine." It's not fine, it's never fine, but Doctor Who doesn't need to know that. "He left on a cliffhanger. Literally, he threw himself off a cliff."

"A cliff? Oh, Sherlock… one crazy hell-of-a show." says Doctor Who. "Course, not as crazy as me! I've got Weeping Angels and badass chicks and running and paradoxes and civilizations of pure-" He taps her on the head. "-thought and a whole universe of frightening possibi-"

"I know, Doctor Who. You don't have to do another monologue."

"Ah, but I like monologues! Or at least RTD did, when I said them." Doctor Who looks sullen for a minute, but then perks up. "Oi, how did my fabulous Sherlock clone work out for you then? I think his name was CBS…"

"Uh, not very well." says Fandom, thinking back to those times. (But that's a story for another chapter). "But he was nice-"

"Good at partying, I know. And a tad obsessed with guns."

Fandom rolls her eyes. "And explosions."

"Well, he is American…" says Doctor Who. "Anyways, what are you going to do now?"

Fandom sits down on the bed. "I don't know. I tried the crack, but-"

Doctor Who glares at her. "Fanny, we talked about this…"

"I know, I know, but it's just so awesome!" Fandom giggles a bit. "And funny."

"You shouldn't need crack when you've got me, and my wonderful universe of impossible… oh right, with the monologues." He sighs and sits down next to her.

Fandom says, "I have no idea what I will do now. Perhaps… sit and wait."

"You're the girl who waited," said Doctor Who. "You and Amy Pond would get along great. Or Rory! Boy who waited, great guy. Shame he dies so much…" He looks wistful and sad for a moment, before an idea lights up his face.

"As Nine once said, I've got a fantastic idea!" He brings to his feet and does a little twirl. Fandom simply rolls her eyes, but Doctor Who grabs her by both hands and whirls her around. "A fabulous one! Or, as Eleven would say, a cool one!"

"What?"

"Why, my dear Fandom, I am taking you to… Tumblrland!"

Fandom's face breaks out into a grin. "Oh, Tumblrland? The fine café's… the art galleries, the kittens, the Qwertee shirts… oh, Doctor Who, it'll be wonderful!"

"It'll be more than wonderful," says Doctor Who. "It'll be amazing."

For a little while, Fandom allows herself to forget about Sherlock and she boards the motorcycle and flies away with Doctor Who. In fact, the humming of the engine doesn't remind her of Morifarty's (haha!) motorcycle-coptor. Not one bit.