Author's Note: Just to clear something up: The Sherlock Fandom is referred to as "Fandom" in this fic because it's more or less told from her point of view and about her. If this fic was about the Doctor Who fandom, then Whovian would be referred to as "Fandom" instead. Hope this clears it up.

"If I should Tumble, if I should fall, would anyone hear me at all? Behind these castle walls… there's no one here at all…"

Gleek and Fandom were having a nice dinner out. The two gals hadn't always gotten along, as Gleek had been complaining about the hiatus and Fandom had taken her anger out on her… "LOL DIS BITCH THINKS SHE HAS TO WAIT". Still, even though they had gotten off on the wrong foot, the two girls were still having fun and were considering writing a crossover fic.

Gleek had big blue eyes and chestnut skin. Her hands were covered in doodles, and her mind covered in AU! ideas. She wore star earrings and a Warbler tie (and if you want to know a secret, she has a Faberry tattoo on her hip. Don't tell her I said that.)

"And then, so I was like, if you don't like my manip? Fine. I'm gonna make fifty more." said Gleek as they clanked wine glasses.

"Haha, I always liked your manips." said Fandom. The bottle of crack was still in her pocket, but she hadn't succumbed to it yet. "Very creative. What's your secret?"

"Well, see, I…" said Gleek, leaning in to whisper in her ear.

All of a sudden the doors of the restaurant opened, and in rushed Whovian. Her TARDIS blue mascara was running down her face, and her "Save Rory" tee-shirt was soaked through with tears.

"Oh my god," said Gleek, rushing to pull Whovian into a hug. "Is it about the God Complex? I'm so sorry, I know how much those Ponds meant to you…"

Whovian shook her head, a sob escaping her mouth. "No, no, it's worse…"

"Rory died again? River Song is really the Rani? There's a convoluted plot twist? People are still complaining that Melody hasn't been mentioned? Matt Smith stopped like badgers?" listed Gleek.

"NO!" said Whovian, tearing away from her grasp. "I have to WAIT!"

"Wait?" said Fandom, thrusting herself out of the chair. "Did you say wait?"

Whovian nodded.

"Pfft girl, you call waiting 3 months 'waiting'? I had to wait-"

"No! Look!" Whovian tears a tear-stroked article out of her pocket. Fandom holds it up to her eyes and reads it. She slowly lowers the paper down, mouth agape.

"Oh, no… I am so, so sorry."

"Just like Ten used to say… before he regenerated…" sniffed Whovian. "And now, in three weeks, Doctor Who is leaving and he won't come back for a long… long, time."

Fandom's heart broke for her friend. Since she had been a child, her and Whovian had played together. Even under Moffat's cruel tyrant and Gatiss's trolling, they had survived. They were one and the same, sisters in fandom. But never before had they been so parallel to each other.

No one was here for me when I waited, thought Fandom. I'm not going to let that happen to Whovian.

She pulled Whovian into a hug, letting her cry out her pain out on her fabulous Westwood T-Shirt. When the tears were done, Whovian pulled away and looked at Fandom.

Fandom leaned over and kissed Whovian on the forehead. "Just like Eleven does," she said with a smile. "And will continue doing, even if you have to wait for it."

Whovian's smile cracked a bit, but the twinkle in her eyes was genuine. "Thank you, Sherlockian." she whispered.

"You'll never have to wait alone." I'm here for you, buddy. The words were not spoken aloud, but the hung in the air between the two fandoms.

And it wasn't until Whovian got home that she noticed Fandom had slipped something into her back pocket… a syringe full of crack.

"Can't be too bad…" she said aloud to herself as she prepared to shoot it into her arm. And as her hand pressed down onto the syringe, suddenly everything was Rory in jumpers and nothing hurt.

For now.

"You'll never have to be alone, for this moment on…"