Hello! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far, it means the world to me! This is an idea that I have to give half (maybe more) of the credit to my sister. If it weren't for her, this story wouldn't exist!
So thanks, sister mine!
Unfortunately, I do not own Sherlock or Doctor Who and I probably never will so let's just assume that for the remainder of this story.
…Sherlock and I were having the time of the century as we jumped back from the building. The thought of the moment was to run to safety before the grenade went off. Together we charged towards the closest cover or the parking lot and the three lone cars in it. We dogged behind the first vehicle we could. Seconds later, the building lost all of its windows on the fifth floor. Glass rained down and slammed against the pavement. Our call hadn't brought the police fast enough but the explosion quickly brought five or six of their blaring cars to the scene. Sherlock stood up and glanced around,
"Is everyone okay?" he asked as he glanced towards the other two cars in the parking lot. Since it was a Saturday there hadn't been a ton of people working at that particular building. Those who had been in the building stood shakily up from their hiding places and two of the women began to sob and thank Sherlock for saving them. Sherlock glanced at me as if trying to ask me to deal with the sentiment that was deeply affecting my fellow humans. Sherlock just doesn't seem to get how the human body works. There are certain aspects that he just can't find in himself. In answer to his silent plea I answered the shaken survivors,
"It's our job to make sure that everyone's okay. The police can take care of you now. They'll help you get home." Already there were news trucks pulling up and Sherlock and I made our quiet escape from the action. That's how it always happened. The officer in charge here would get all the credit in the newspapers. You however, dear readers, know the truth and perhaps, some day, the truth will be known to everyone about the Case of the Empty Bottle.
John closed his laptop after hitting save. He silently stood up and glanced around the empty room before he picked up the portable computer and walked out. Some moments later he stood in front of a very familiar door and it was on this that he knocked three times. It was answered by his therapist who smiled when she saw his laptop tucked under his arm.
"How's Mary?" she asked as she poured John a glass of water,
"Fine," the army doctor answered, "She's as well as a woman undergoing her final months of pregnancy can be." He smiled when his therapist laughed. He opened his laptop and turned it on. After pulling up his latest post he handed his computer across to the woman opposite him. As he watched her read he noted each of her expressions. When she was finished she closed the computer and sighed,
"Another thrilling entry, John," She praised him and saw a smile alight on his face, "just one thing," she continued and Dr. Watson turned his now expressionless face to the floor. He knew what she was going to ask him, "Have you put up that Sherlock isn't actually real, yet?"
Theme song begins to play
Yeah...the part before this was kinda like a pro-log for the pro-log...the first chapter is coming up though! I promise!
~SimmonsButterflys