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hi you guys! Most of this story is already written. I have typed up to chapter 5, and I promise they will meet the Doctor soon! I am also considering another fan fiction, in which I rewrite most of series 5, 6 and 7 with Molly Hooper instead of Amy Pond, and Rory with Sherlock. obviously, they are all very different characters, so I will be changing a lot of the original text. However, I have come up with a bit of a snag. I have planned most of the stories (including River Song) but I am stuck with Amy's Choice and The Girl Who Waited. For Amy's Choice, what would the alternative to the Leadworth dream be? I still want Molly to be pregnant though. But where would they be living? Could Sherlock live in a cottage in the countryside? It is up to you to decide! express you're wish in the review box!
With The Girl Who Waited, who should get stuck in Twostreams?Sherlock or Molly? I cant decide between them! Both would be equally interesting to do. again express your wish in the review box!
Sherlock burst through the double doors of Mycroft's club and strode purposefully along, ignoring the protests of several doormen. John hurried behind him, trying to apologise for his friend and keep up with him at the same time.
"Ah Sherlock" came Mycroft's voice from the staircase "here at last. I thought that you weren't coming."
"of course I was coming. How could I not? Shut up!" he added to stammering doorman who was trying to explain that it was 7am and the club didn't open until 9.
"Shall we proceed?" asked Mycroft
Sherlock said nothing, instead striding purposefully up the oak staircase. John followed, bemused. Mycroft led them along ornately carved corridors until they reached his private study. They went in. it was some room. It had a desk, 2 sofas and a coffee table. He gestured towards the sofa and they both sat. Sherlock was practically bouncing with excitement, until john gave him a look and he stopped.
"So, dear brother, has she appeared again? An impossible girl?" asked Sherlock
"In the flesh, you could say"
Sherlock was instantly alert.
"Where?"
" She and a companion were apprehended"
"what? Where? How?"
"No matter of concern for you, brother dear"
"err…" stammered John "could you please explain for those not keeping up?"
"ah…" said Sherlock "where to start?"
"How about here?" said Mycroft, pulling out a brown envelope and handing it to John. John opened it, and inside where several photo's. The first was a photo of a submarine crew, with a young woman circled in red. The date was 1983. Another was of a professor and his assistant, with his arms around a young man and woman. She was also circled and the photo was dated 1973. It was the same woman. John frowned and looked at the last two photos. It was a Victorian woman; the photos were only a year apart, 1892 and 1893. But it was the same woman.
"What? How is this possible? It's the same woman. I can understand the Victorian girl, their only a year apart-"
he was cut off by Sherlock pulling out another piece of paper from the envelope. He knew what it was; he had seen it enough times.
"A death certificate, for a Clara Oswin Oswald, died the 25th of December 1892… so how could she be photographed in 1893?"
"Exactly" said Mycroft. "And how could the same woman be on a Russian submarine in 1983? Or a haunted house in 1973?"
"Or, indeed in the present day?" Asked Sherlock, holding out a final photograph of the same woman posing with a couple of children in front of the London eye. John couldn't help thinking how pretty she was. Her eyes sparkled and her smile was mischievous. She was beautiful, John thought. But how could the same woman be in so many different places and look exactly the same?
"Hold on a minute, you said she had been appended!" shouted John, louder than he had intended.
"Yes, John, do try to keep up" sighed Sherlock
"Indeed, John" said Mycroft, ignoring Sherlock "along with her mysterious companion"
he pointed a finger at a youngish looking man, wearing tweed and a bow tie. John looked at Sherlock, expecting him to say something, a deduction, anything. But Sherlock said nothing. He was looking at the man in the bow tie, a puzzled look on his face, as if he had forgotten something and was desperately trying to remember it.
"Sherlock are you ok?"
"Yeah, yeah, fine" he muttered distractedly "How did you get them?" he added louder
"they were discovered trying to gain access to Baskerville, one of the most secure areas." He smiled coldly.
"Baskerville?" asked John
John and Sherlock had visited the army place a few weeks previously.
"When do we leave?" Asked Sherlock
"leave? Oh no Sherlock, you are not going to Baskerville. I only called you to make you aware that she had been apprehended and that you would not need to investigate her anymore"
Sherlock looked murderous. Then he abruptly stood up and stalked out of the room. John made to go after him, but Mycroft stopped him.
"He mustn't go to Baskerville. Do you understand John? He mustn't go!"