The Doctor meets Sherlock, John, and Tabitha! I hope you like this chapter! It was hard trying to write the Doctor in a Sherlock universe. I haven't watched Doctor Who in a while (I'm a bad fan!) so I had to rewatch a few clips to get into character. Please review and tell me your thoughts!
CHAPTER 10 - You Watch Us?!
"I lost control." His hands turned a bit white as he gripped the wheel. They drove in silence for a little while, and when they were 15 minutes away from the flat, she finally looked over at him.
"Sherlock, you do realize what could happen now, right?" she asked timidly.
"Of course I do," he scoffed. "Where are you with your cycle?" Tabitha's face turned pink as she sighed and thought. With Sherlock, this stuff wasn't embarrassing, it was very clinical. She decided to think of it like that.
"Well, I should start my period in a week," she said through clenched teeth. She didn't want to make this more than a simple response, but her face betrayed her.
"Hm. You may be ovulating," Sherlock murmured, narrowing his eyes as he drove. "That may be a problem."
"No shit, Sherlock," Tabitha murmured. She snorted a laugh, and he looked at her confused. "Nevermind – it's a joke from my universe."
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Mary was long gone when Sherlock and Tabitha entered the flat. Mrs. Hudson was grateful her car was in one piece, and treated them by making the boys some tea and Tabitha some hot chocolate. John looked happy, and Sherlock made a quip about John's sexual relationship, only to have a book thrown at his head. Tabitha chuckled and Mrs. Hudson scolded both the boys about their manners as she fluttered out of the flat.
"How old are you guys, anyway?" Tabitha said jokingly, but was suddenly curious. "Seriously, though, how old are you guys?"
"Shouldn't your show have told you that?" Sherlock said, rolling his eyes as he fiddled with some equipment at the kitchen table. John looked up from his laptop at his desk. Tabitha glared at Sherlock.
"I'm 40, Sherlock is 32. What show?"
"Remember when I told you I was watching Sherlock? In the hospital?" John turned his swivel chair around to face her, who was lounging on the couch. He nodded suspiciously. She swallowed and looked over at Sherlock. He didn't seem to even know they were talking. "It's true. I already told Sherlock." John sighed and turned back to his computer.
"Tabitha, your mind is substituting the memories you lost with the ones that you have," he murmured, going back to typing.
"Sherlock, tell him!" Sherlock just grunted. Tabitha groaned in annoyance. "John, it's true. I know things that normal people wouldn't know about Sherlock. About you. I know what you said to Sherlock's gravestone three years ago!" His hands paused. Sherlock glanced over at the pair, watching them intently.
"You could have been watching. There were many trees to hide behind," he turned back to her, irritation on his face. "Sherlock did!"
"I was so alone," she quoted. "I owe you so much." John stared at her, his mouth dropping open. She rushed on with another portion of the monologue from the television show. "One more thing, one more miracle, Sherlock. Don't be dead."
Sherlock had stopped what he was doing, and leaned back a bit in the chair. Tabitha watched John's face patiently, hoping that he would believe her. Or, at least accept it as a possibility just as Sherlock had. The doctor turned to his best friend, his mouth still open.
"She has done it to me, as well," Sherlock said softly, immediately going back to his work. There was a knock on the door, and Tabitha took the opportunity to jump up and answer it. John huffed a loud sigh and hurriedly quickly to Sherlock. Tabitha smiled at the officer in front of her as Sherlock and John argued in hushed tones. Of course they were talking about her, and her 'head problem'.
She thanked the young officer with a wink, causing the man to blush and stuttered a reply. She shut the door and walked straight to Sherlock.
"Did you ever open the package from earlier?" she asked as he took the samples that Lestrade has sent and carefully organized those in a way only Sherlock understood.
"What package?" he murmured, eyes on the evidence.
"It was for me," John answered Tabitha. "My sister sent me some documents I need for work."
"Oh," she stated. She bit her lip nervously, watching him typing furiously on his laptop. She took her place back on the couch and picked up her last book. She didn't read as she thought about the last week and a half.
Spending time with the fame detective and his doctor was something she had thought about since she saw the show. What she didn't expect was to have the fear of being pregnant by the handsome and logical consultant detective. She was in an alternate universe – could she get pregnant? Everything else was real, so she deduced that she could. She felt guilty, though, about it. T.J. and she had wanted to have children, but they never had the time for it to happen. Having a child with a fictional man was not in the plans!
John's watch beeped, and he jumped up.
"I need to get ready for work. I'm working the night shift tonight," he murmured, heading back to his room. Tabitha looked up from her book and watched him.
"What were you guys arguing about as I answered the door?" she asked Sherlock as she stood up, placing the book on the coffee table. She walked over and took a chair next to Sherlock. He kept his eyes focused on the chemical he was mixing with the samples.
"He cannot believe your story. He is convinced that someone is paying you to watch us," he answered. Tabitha's chest tightened.
"Do you?" she whispered.
"No," he answered softly. He continued his work for a few more seconds and then turned his head to her. "As impossible as your story sounds, I am inclined to believe what you say. You have always told the truth, and have done nothing to betray my trust."
Tabitha smiled, relieved that he felt that way. She thought about Mycroft, the deal she had made with him, but Sherlock already knew about that. He seemed okay with the idea. Sherlock stared at her for a moment and then turned back to his work. Tabitha watched him as he mixed chemicals with the samples, looked at them under a microscope, and stood up to pace for a few moments. He sat back down and begun to toy with the samples some more.
"Did I tell you about the weird letter I got yesterday?" Sherlock's head popped up. "I'll take that as a no…"
"What letter? Why didn't you tell me this sooner?" They both jumped up and Tabitha hurried to the side table, fishing it out from under a pile of papers. She held out the aged envelope and letter, handing to him. He narrowed his eyes as he held it close to his face, turning it over, and studying it.
"Don't you have to work with the samples?" she asked, glancing over his shoulder.
"Nah, the machine needs to take a few minutes to gather data," he murmured. He moved to his chair and sat down, his eyes always on the paper. "Do you know this doctor?"
"Not at all," she answered, taking a seat in the chair across from him.
"It seems this doctor and the TARDIS, whoever they are, is responsible for you being here," he said. He went to his laptop at his desk, sat down, and begun to type. Tabitha figured he must be searching for what the TARDIS was, among other things.
Her mobile decided to ring at that moment, and since Sherlock was busy with two cases at the moment, she didn't feel guilty about heading to Sherlock's bedroom and taking the call.
"Mycroft, it's only been a few days since you and I last spoke," she said.
"I see there have been… let's say, developments, in my brother's life," Mycroft said cryptically. It was easy for Tabitha to guess what he was talking about.
"Who your brother does or does not have sex with is none of your business." She tried her best to keep annoyance out of her tone of voice, but Mycroft immediately picked up on it.
"It does if it involves your safety, as well as my brother's."
"How does me being involved with him physically make him unsafe?"
"Love, my girl. Love is a dangerous game, for both of you. You can disappear at any moment, and my brother with a broken heart may be dangerous to everyone else."
"Trust me, your brother does not love me. He respects and cares for me, but he would never let himself fall in love with someone." Did Sherlock care for her? Tabitha had a feeling that he did, at least a little bit. Unfortunately, she knew Mycroft was right. Love is a dangerous thing when it came to Sherlock, and her universe hopping. She had no idea when she'd disappear. "Hey, do you watch us have sex?" Tabitha added with a sudden panic in her chest.
"For god's sakes, no! All the cameras are off when people absolutely need their privacy!" Mycroft cried.
"I knew you had cameras around here," Tabitha chuckled. She turned her tone back to serious. "Is that all, Mycroft?"
"It seems so." The phone clicked off.
Tabitha wondered back into the living room, seeing Sherlock back to studying the samples in the case he was working. Her letter was laying on the kitchen counter, seeming to be ignored.
"Are you done with this?"
"No. I'll be running tests on it after this case is solved. As soon as I do this experiment, I should know the cause of death and who did it."
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The Doctor held tightly as the TARDIS bounced around the time vortex, trying it's best to break through the shield into the other universe. He cried out in frustration as sparks flew up next to him. He rushed around the console to push buttons, and turn a wheel.
"Come on, you did it with the girl! You can do it!"
The TARDIS pulsated loudly, pushing itself to its limit. The Doctor was flung across the room, hitting the wall, as the TARDIS broke into the world of Sherlock. It flew through the vortex, then popped out, appearing in a park. It took a moment for the blue box to completely land, its familiar noise sounding like sharp intakes of breath.
The Doctor moaned as he pulled himself up. He shook his head, throwing out the headache. Sparks flew around the console room, and the Doctor gently stroked the wall.
"Good job. Take a break while I search for Tabitha."
He hopped to the console, pressed the buttons to make it disappear, and opened the doors. It looked just like London from his universe, but he knew it was different. Sherlock Holmes and John Watson were here, alive and real.
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Tabitha slept in Sherlock's room, with Sherlock curled into a fetal position next to her, asleep himself. They hadn't done anything physical, but while he was sleeping Tabitha had watched his angelic face. She had fallen in love with him from the television show, but seeing him in front of her, spending the last two weeks with him, had pushed her over the edge. She had fallen asleep trying her best not to cry.
All three tenants of 221B woke up to banging on the front door. Tabitha and Sherlock rushed to the living room, with John rubbing his eyes sleepily as he hurried behind them. They all expected it to be Mrs. Hudson in trouble, but when they opened the door they were met with a surprisingly chipper and excited man.
"Sherlock Holmes! It's a pleasure to meet you!" he cried, pushing past them, and then spinning around. The man was dressed in brown trousers, suspenders, a white button up shirt, and a bright red bow tie around his throat. His brown hair was a bit messy, and he couldn't seem to stand still.