The Doctor and Sherlock looked at the Plague Doctor as his red eyes burnt brightly through the darkness. The Doctor looked at Sherlock, "I'd say he's angry, you?"
"Oh, I think he is," Sherlock nodded. The Plague Doctor approached them and Sherlock wielded up another stunner shaking his head, "I wouldn't come near us."
The Plague Doctor tilted his head at Sherlock, Sherlock nodded. The Doctor wielded his Sonic Screwdriver at the Plague Doctor, "Come on, we can do this the easy way or the hard way."
The Plague Doctor stared at the Sonic Screwdriver, looking at it as if he didn't understand what it was. The Doctor grinned, "Ah, you would've been lucky if you were made of wood, it doesn't work on wood, but I know for a fact that you're not made of wood. Now, what's it going to be?"
Sherlock kept the stunner in the air, ready to throw it if the Plague Doctor attempted to attack anyway. Instead the Plague Doctor kept starring, he did not move toward them nor made any attempts, did he simply stare. The Doctor and Sherlock then witnessed a grisly sight, the Plague Doctor tilted his head slowly back and forth, as if something else was irritating him, through the nostril slit of the bronze mask, rather large carrion beetle, bigger than ones either two had seen over their own adventures, flew out and landed at the Doctor's feet, its tiny legs attempting to cling to an invisible ground, it was covered in darkish red goop. Sherlock's face showed nothing but pure disgust at the sight and the Doctor was left simply awestruck. The carrion beetle tried to move side to side, attempting to push itself back on its stomach, but on the Doctor's order, Sherlock took it up in a handkerchief he kept around for something like this. Sherlock retreated behind the Doctor and the Doctor was just simply staring at the Plague Doctor. "Um, Doctor, what is going on?" Sherlock looked him. The Doctor shrugged, "I honestly don't know."
The Plague Doctor stared at them both and the Doctor cringed. The Doctor looked over to Sherlock, "Throw down a stunner after I zap him."
"Right," Sherlock nodded. The Doctor then looked back at the Plague Doctor, "Alright, let's see what you got."
He then pushed the button, and the Plague Doctor almost immediately reacted to the sight. When it was finished, the Doctor turned, told Sherlock to throw and so he did. The stunner landed at the Plague Doctor's feet and it exploded in a ball of light, allowing the two to run away however it didn't go as it planned. For starters, they were so fixated in running they plum forgot where to go from there. They hadn't seen the UNIT Humvees nor have they seen command post.
They both ran at warp speed, as fast as their legs could carry them. The Doctor felt his two hearts beating against each other as they came toward a grocery store; he had to stop as he felt his hearts kicking him several times for doing this. Heavy breathing and two strained hearts and lungs were something the Doctor never got over, not even in his youth he never had the fortitude some of his companions had. He rubbed his eyes, coated in sweat, the Doctor turned around to find that they were in front of apartment buildings, he kept looking into yonder for any sign of the Plague Doctor but so far the Plague Doctor had been keen. The Doctor's mind had a thought of its own, how the Plague Doctor was going to run them both into the ground so neither could fight back when the Plague Doctor decided to drop the game and go after them finally.
Sherlock had a firm hand on the nearest wall and felt his heart beating. It never beaten that fast nor that hard before and Sherlock felt like he was about to drop dead right then and there but managed to hold on long enough for the Doctor to compose himself and look around. Sherlock shook his head, "How can we outrun him, Doctor?"
"I don't know, I honestly don't know," the Doctor admitted. Sherlock cringed as he tried to pace his breathing, "Well, have you got a plan?"
"Damn it," the Doctor leaned against the wall; he felt his two hearts beat against one another and it was enough for the Doctor to gasp as he tried to breathe. Sherlock looked around, attempting to see the Plague Doctor. He chewed on his lips, "Isn't it possible for him to reset?"
"Oh, I don't bloody know," the Doctor shook his head as he wiped away the sweat that accumulated on his eyes. Sherlock looked around, "He couldn't have gone far, could he?"
"I do not want to discuss that notion with you, Sherlock," the Doctor groaned as he rested his head against the cold concrete, he cringed as he tried to move his throbbing legs. They were unable to run and they both knew it would be at any time that the Plague Doctor would've come for them. The Doctor wielded his Sonic Screwdriver as a last ditch effort and he glanced over to Sherlock who managed to stand up straight, "Interesting day, isn't it?"
"Shut up, Doctor," Sherlock hissed as he rubbed the underside of his nose. They waited and waited, until it looked as if the Plague Doctor simply disappeared. They were both bemused and terrified, they had no idea where he gone and there was no way he'd simply leave. As they were about to discuss alternatives they got a jolt of fear from Clara as she appeared before them, making the Doctor almost wield his Sonic Screwdriver against her. They both scowled at her, "Clara?"
"Who else…?" Clara shrugged. Sherlock stared at her, "Why are you out here?"
"I got scared waiting for you idiots so I left the command post to look for you," Clara told him.
"You snuck away from UNIT?" the Doctor stared at Clara. She nodded, "Well how did you think I got out here the first place?"
"Fair point," the Doctor sighed as he and Sherlock hobbled, trying to keep with Clara as they tried to walk. The moment they stopped for a short time, the Doctor propped himself against the side of the nearest building and had a hand on his chest, he took deep breathes and shook his head, "Bloody hell, I'm getting too old for this."
Sherlock held his chest as well, cringing, "Well, John can't say I don't exercise."
"Ha, you ought to come out to my TARDIS sometime, I'll put you through your paces," the Doctor chortled. Sherlock peaked behind the building, narrowing his view, "I don't see him."
Eventually, they made it back to command post and the Doctor and Sherlock were brought to the infirmary upon their return to UNIT. The Doctor handed the scientists his Sonic Screwdriver and rested on the cot, he continued to hear his two hearts beating rapidly as he tried to relax. Sherlock had no choice but to take off his coat and scarf and rubbed away the sweat that matted under his hair, "Unbelievable."
"Do you think it'll work, Doctor?" Clara asked him as she handed him a bottle of water. The Doctor took it into his hands and drank it down until there was nothing less. He then responded, "God I hope so."
Clara fetched bottle water for Sherlock and he drank his empty as well. Sherlock glanced over to the other side to see that John was also recovering from his marathon, having pulled a muscle in his leg. John groaned, "Please, let this be a dream."