Chapter Eighteen
Sherlock woke in a chair in his flat. He looked down at his hand that was grasping John's. John was sleeping next to him in another chair. He considered pulling away, but he didn't want to wake John. So he enjoyed that fleeting moment that their hands were bound together as he wished they were every day until John woke. Sherlock pretended to sleep to see what John did. He kept holding onto Sherlock's hand.
"John?" asked Sherlock in a gravelly voice. John pulled his hand away.
"Y-yes?" he stammered.
"Why are we asleep in the middle of the flat?"
"I dunno…"
"Ask Mrs. Hudson."
"I will," replied John. He sprang out of his chair to Mrs. Hudson's flat. Sherlock sat alone staring at his hand wistfully.
Ten and Rose woke in the TARDIS dazed and confused.
"What happened?" asked Rose,
"I dunno," replied Ten.
"All right, that's weird. What do you say we go and get some chips? Take our minds off it, yeah?" she suggested.
"Whatever you want, Rose Tyler," replied Ten. He held out his arm to her and they walked out of the TARDIS and out into the world. As they walked cheerily off, a dalek lurked behind them…
THE END?
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