Chapter 5 - Forgotten
The Doctor was worried. Though John had gone on his date and well he had returned back to the TARDIS parked just down an alley opposite Baker Street. He was going to return there that evening to talk to Sherlock.
He knew he really did know why he had come to Baker Street and what was going on with him. That he had to die. Maybe not why he had to, but that he had now come to the point that he was saying farewell.
But still he was watching the TARDIS screen seeing John leave and go into a cab off on his date. He hoped he got on okay. But it was what happened not soon after that caught the Doctor's eyes.
Sherlock was leaving too. But he didn't get a cab he was walking off somewhere. Sherlock had never said anything about going out earlier. And as far as he remembered, today wasn't the date of anything big in Sherlock's career or a case in his career.
So he shook it off and ignored it, something he was soon going to come to regret seeing as he never saw Sherlock come back the whole night as he watched, but then not even the Doctor could stay in one place to watch a screen, if he had done we would have seen his sleeping friend being carried to the door of Baker Street.
The following morning, Sherlock awoke to the sun shining down onto him, in the morning light. But what was he doing outside Baker Street? Had he fallen asleep there?
That confused him, a feeling the detective hardly ever felt but still, it was unnerving to him. But still he turned to the door and went up the stairs to the flat now, not even taking attention to the blue box across the street as if like anyone else who passed it, it wasn't even there.
He got up to the living room of the flat, grateful for the fire still a light just a little now as he sat in his arm chair, after removing his scarf and coat. He sat, his hands under his chin as he thought now. Thinking about what had happened the night before, but his brain wouldn't let him remember or even think back on it.
All he could remember was him and John, just having a normal boring day, before he went on his date with some other girl, that Sherlock had no time or care for. But that still didn't explain what had happened the night before.
A few hours later John came down, surprised at the fact he was able to sleep in without Sherlock composing or something. But Sherlock just replied with that he wasn't feeling like it. It even shocked John to see Sherlock eat something, even though it was only a biscuit.
That was when the front door was heard opening and someone speaking rather cheerfully to Mrs Hudson before bounding upstairs to the flat, the familiar man in the bow tie came in and grinned.
"Morning John! Morning Sherlock!"
Before John could say a word, Sherlock stood rather quickly and looked confused at the man who had just come into the flat like he had been there before like he knew them but.
"Who are you, sir? A client, who?"
And then the Doctor's hearts broken a little as his eyes went wide, staring at his friend.
"I said who are you?"