Chapter 8

When Sherlock awoke from his mind palace he was surprised to see the others had left. John sat before him in his chair intently staring at him.

"They left a few hours ago, wanted to research this Time Lord, thing," John took a sip of his tea. Sherlock nodded. John set down his cup, sighing deeply. "What are we going to do Sherlock?" John looked utterly hopeless, the look at broke Sherlock down from the inside out. "This is bad, and, and, I just know we're not going to be able to beat this. Its the devil for christs sake!" John rested his head against his palm. "We're not going to win," Sherlock stood and knelt in front of John, taking hold of his hand.

"I'll make sure we get through this," he looked John in his wide eyes, "I'm going to do everything I can," John took hold of Sherlock's hands, a small smile tainting his lips. Sherlock smiled back, how he wanted to kiss those lips. In one smooth motion Sherlock jumped up and opened John's laptop that rested on the desk. "First, let's find out who this Time Lord is,"

For hours Sherlock typed and scanned the computer in search of the mysterious Time Lord. John brought him cups of tea and sat watching him. It was dark outside, the night lit with the buildings of London and the few stars above. John watched the stars until his eyes began to droop closed, heavy with his tired mind. He awoke to the sound of Sherlock's cries. John was in Sherlock's bed, the sheets and blankets brought up high against his chin. He sat up quickly, confused and worried, and lept out of the bed out into the kitchen. Sherlock was racing around the room, sliding on his coat and tieing his scarf around his neck.

"John, come quickly, I found someone who can answer our questions," John nodded and quickly pulled on his shoes and a jacket trying to catch up with Sherlock as he flew down the steps.

"Sherlock, wait!" Sherlock had already hailed a cab by the time John was out the door. Sherlock held to door of the cab open, letting John slide inside. "Where are we going?" John asked.

"Jacqueline Tyler," Sherlock looked at John and sighed. "I have information that she may know something about this Time Lord. We need to know what we're up against," John ran his hand down his face.

"I woke up in your bed," he said quietly.

"Yes,"

"Why?"

"You fell asleep,"

"So you carried me into your bed?"

"Yes,"

"Why?"

"I wouldn't have been able to carry you up the stairs to your bedroom,"

"You could have just left me there," Sherlock looked deeply into John's eyes.

"I know," What John didn't know was that when Sherlock put John into his bed he curled up next to him, wrapping his arms around him and breathing in his scent. The rest of the ride was silent.

The cab stopped in front of a small building of flats, it was a nice enough place. John paid the cabbie and followed Sherlock who was already heading for the stairs. Sherlock led John to a door and knocked. There was shuffling and a muffled shout of 'coming' before the door opened to a woman with blonde hair wrapped in a pink dressing gown.

"What ya want?" she said.

"Jacqueline Tyler?"

"Ya, what's it to you?" She folded her arms and stared up at Sherlock.

"I want information on Time Lords," her eyes went wide.

"I don't know what you mean," She glanced nervously over to John. He smiled a bit.

"Your daughter Rose," Sherlock began.

"If she alright?" she said quickly.

"I don't know, if you don't mind us coming in, we need you to answer a few things," Before she said anything Sherlock pushed his way into the flat into the living room. John, mouth wide at Sherlocks rude actions, looked over at Jacqueline. She was leaning into the door frame looking John up and down.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Tyler, he can be quite rude at times,"

"Oh, you can call me Jackie," she smiled flirtatiously.

"Right," John headed into the flat and sat next to Sherlock within the messy room. There were clothes scattered around the room and mounds of photos piled upon the table. Sherlock thoughtfully picked up one photo. It was a young girl, blonde and very pretty, hugging a tall man in a brown striped suit. There were standing before a large blue box that was placed in the middle of the room they were currently sitting in. "That's your daughter?" John asked. Jackie sat on the other couch, a sad look on her face.

"Yea, haven't seen here in a while," Sherlock was gazing around the room, obviously deducing. John could practically see the gears in his head spinning and thinking producing the things he wanted.

"Where is she?" John asked.

"With the man in the picture," Sherlock stated, still studying the flat. Jackie nodded. "He's the Time Lord," he stared into Jackie's eyes causing her to fidget in her seat.

"Yea, who are you anyway? What you want with the Doctor?"

"He's a doctor?" Sherlock questioned.

"Tell me who you are," She crossed her arms again, clearly cross with Sherlock. John smiled.

"I am Sherlock Holmes, this is my friend John Watson. We are investigating a possibility that this Time Lord is apart of a plot that can endanger the world, and if you would cooperate we can stop him," her eyes went wide.

"The Doctor would never endanger anyone, he's sweet, nice. He protects us,"

"What and who is he," Sherlock leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. Jackie sighed, and plucked a photo off the table. It was of her and her daughter.

"The Doctor is a Time Lord, he travels in this box called the TARDIS. It can travel through time and space, i've seen it! He goes from planet to planet with my Rose and saves people. He's saved the earth more times than we could ever imagine. He's our protector," she tossed the photo back into the pile. "He would never let anything happen to anyone," John laughed.

"He has a time machine? You've gotta be joking!"

"Yea, a blue blox, bigger on the inside," Jackie smiled. Sherlock squinted his eyes and looked at Jackie. John knew that face was about to be paired with an insult.

"Bigger on the inside? Ha. I thought I've heard the dumbest thing already from reading John's emails, but this tops everything," Sherlock stood. "Goodbye, Ms. Tyler," he began walking out.

"Wait!" Jackie jumped up and grabbed Sherlock's sleeve. "If Rose is in trouble I have to help, I know people, a man. He knows more about Time Lords and aliens than I do, Jack Harkness. I'll ring him up now, he can help you find what you're looking for," Sherlock clenched his jaw and nodded.

"Tell this Harkness to come to my flat, 221B Baker Street," swiftly Sherlock strode out of the flat, his coat trailing behind him. It was always like Sherlock to make a dramatic exit, John snorted. Looking over at Jackie John could see the panic in her eyes.

" , we're not completely sure what it is that is going on, but we will keep you updated," John scribbled down his cell number upon a small pad that rested on the table. "If you have anymore information, questions or see this Time Lord or your daughter, call us," Jackie smiled and nodded. He smiled back and rushed out the door to Sherlock who was already calling for a cab.

Hello! Been a while since I've posted any notes or anything. Just wanted to say thank you for all the views, reviews and those who are following me! It's very nice to see people actually like the rubbish I post! I'm going to try to post more often and not focus so much on Sherlock because I've been neglecting my baby Dean. Expect the story to get interesting in soon to come chapters and again thank you for all the support! Sorry for all the long waits between chapters and flaws and what not. Review and follow! (also check out my AU Sherlock fic I'm starting as of now I only have the first chapter up!)

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