Sherlock's condition hadn't improved as they reached Baker Street. He was still unconscious and that worried the others a lot. More so as they now had their Timelord conscious back and knew that there was no reason why Sherlock wasn't waking up. And even if there was, he had to at least regenerated by now. But there was no sign.
"I don't know what's wrong with him" John sighed, looking at the medical console above his friend's bed, that Mrs. Hudson had provided upon their arrival. "All vital signs are normal and there are no visible injuries."
"Maybe it has something to do with the amount of knowledge stored in his head and he just needs some time to adjust to it again." Maylene suggested helpfully.
Ayumi yawned, leaning herself against the door frame.
"Then there's nothing we can do as to wait for the Doctor to return." she finalized her conclusion. "Maybe he knows what to do."
John nodded resigned.
"You don't have to wait here with me" he addressed the women. "You look beat, take some time to rest, I have an eye on Sherlock. And if there's any news, I let you know. "
"Ok" Maylene agreed, tugging at Ayumi's arm to make her following Maylene out. "We see you later then. But take some rest too"
"I will," John replied giving them both a small hug before they left.
"Yeah, maybe, but you're right, that's not why I wanted you to come. I want to ask you a favor."
Ayumi woke up with a start, blinking rapidly. While getting dressed again, she berated herself for forgetting something so important.
After writing a short note to Maylene she left her flat and went back to see Sherlock.
Mrs. Hudson let her in.
John had fallen asleep in his chair and the Doctor and Donna weren't back yet.
Ayumi silently entered Sherlock's bedroom, smiling a little.
"You're lucky I remembered just in time." she muttered, sitting down next to Sherlock at the edge of the bed. She took the one hand next to her in one of hers and laid her other one on his forehead. Closing her eyes, she tapped into her regeneration energy, drawing it out.
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself back in the living room. It was dark outside and raining heavily. Sherlock stood in front of a window, playing the violin. He stopped but didn't turn around.
"What are you doing here?" he asked emotionless.
Ayumi walked next to him, looking out the window.
"You told me to come, remember?" she answered evenly.
Sherlock sighed, laying the violin and bow away.
"Then you're wasting your regeneration energy for nothing I'm afraid."
"So you want to die, while hiding here in the thick head of yours?" Ayumi wondered looking at the Detective. "I considered you a smart ass but a coward that's new."
"What do you know about me?" Sherlock spat angrily. "You don't know anything."
Ayumi shrugged her shoulders.
"You always wanted to be free and you still can be. No one's standing in your way but yourself."
Sherlock remained silent, furrowing his brow, thinking.
Outside the window it stopped raining and the sun began to shine. Ayumi began to smile.
"Drama Queen" she muttered to herself but Sherlock still heard her. A tentative smile showed up on his face.
"You think I'm a smart ass?"
"Yes you are."
"And you still want me to come back?"
"We all want that. And by the way, who would solve all this difficult cases if not you, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, smart ass and Drama Queen."
Sherlock laughed delighted.
"Well then" he replied finally. "I'm curious how your next regeneration looks like."
Ayumi smiled.
"Me too."
"Yeah, maybe, but you're right, that's not why I wanted you to come. I want to ask you a favor."
"And what would that favor be?"
"Find me when I'm lost."