Hello my extremely patient readers! First off, I can't thank all the reviewers enough. Every time I get a new review it just makes my day! So, again, thank you bunches! :)
After this point there are going to be a lot more crossover moments. Also, every chapter brings us closer to the Detective and the Doctor meeting up!
So...yeah...Enjoy and all that jazz!
~SimmonsButterflys
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or Sherlock (but the Christmas special for Sherlock was amazing. If you haven't seen it go watch it now.)
John's sudden awakening was to be talked of for weeks by all the nurses. It had been totally uncalled for by anyone. Sherlock smiled gently as Mary and John sat close and talked in whispers; he felt a jolt of pain streak through his body,
"Too soon, too soon," he thought with a wince, "still healing. I shouldn't be forcing people out of comas this early in returning to my original biology…in fact, I probably shouldn't be doing that in the first place." He glanced down at his hands; the pale golden glow was growing steadily stronger. Another glance at the Watsons told the Detective that he wouldn't be missed; the lovers were too caught up in each other to notice the third wheel in the room. So, without further ado, the Detective left the hospital.
Once outside and more or less in private, he allowed the gold light to escape. Nothing big or flashy, just some gold light flowing through his lips; anyone would have thought that he had been smoking something interesting.
Instead of returning to the hospital, Sherlock went home. Mary and John would appreciate the privacy. And so, with the thought of relaxing or even sleeping, the Detective climbed the stairs up to his flat door. Upon opening it, however, he gave a start. For there, sitting upon the sofa, was Donna Noble! She rose as he entered; her face held an anxious look,
"Mr. Holmes, I've come to tell you as much about the truth as I can." Sherlock glanced at her with a new look on his face. He moved slowly over to his chair and arranged himself in it,
"You may continue, Ms. Noble." Donna sat back down and began over her story.
"I do actually travel, and during one of my travels I found a watch. This watch interested a close friend of mine very much. I can't give you his name because I haven't asked him permission to do so. However, during our traveling through London…sometime last week, I believe…we had an accident. During this accident I think is when the watch was lost. I can't tell you all the roads or places that we were as the accident was happening."
"Can you tell me what the watch looked like?" The Detective asked the temp,
"It's silver pocket watch. I think my friend called it a 'fob' watch. It's got this sort of circle design on it. There's a place for a chain but there wasn't any chain when I found it. And…" Here, Donna trailed off into an awkward silence.
"Yes?" The Detective prompted,
"…This is gonna sound a little…strange, but the watch felt warm at times, like it was heated from the inside or something."
"Anything else?" Sherlock asked as he rose and moved towards the mantle,
"No, I only had it for a few days and even then I didn't really get to look at it at all." Donna said with obvious disappointment in her voice. Sherlock turned towards her; she watched his hand slip into his pocket and he opened his mouth to speak. Donna's phone went off with the sound of a fog horn that made them both jump. Donna groaned as she dug her cell phone out of her purse,
"What?!" She snapped. Sherlock blinked and watched Donna's conversation with deductions running through his head at her every move. "No, really?...Is he okay?...Well, I'm kinda…Okay, if he says it's important…Yes, I'll be there in just a minute…No, I remember where he parked…Alright, good-bye…Yes, I'll come just as soon as I can…Bye." She hung up and returned the phone to its rightful place, "Sorry, you were saying?"
"I was just going to say that I can't promise anything but I'll see if I can find your misplaced fob watch." Donna's face lit up with joy,
"Oh! Thank you! I've got to dash but thank you!" She turned and began to run down the stairs, "Oh!" She cried as she stopped and raced back up, "I forgot to give this to you! Here, it's my phone number!" She shoved the small card into his hand, "Call me if you find anything!" She shouted as she closed the front door with a bang. Sherlock stood in the center of the empty room laughing silently to himself,
"Ah, humans," he thought, "I shall never understand them fully."
…
The Doctor adjusted another wire on the machine before giving it a vigorous shake. Jack sat by watching the Time Lord mess with the device. Suddenly it gave a long shrill beep. The Captain covered his ears and winced as the piercing noise filled the time machine. The Doctor, with a look of determined fury, slammed the Timey-Wimey Detector against the floor; the beeping stopped. Donna crashed through the doors with a look that said she was ready for anything. She glanced from one man to the other and then placed her hands on her hips,
"THIS is important?! I was on the other side of town and you call me saying that you've got something 'important'. So what do I do? I grab my stuff and run ACROSS TOWN to come and see you two sittin' here and doing ABSOLUTELY nothin'!" Jack and the Doctor glanced at each other before the Time Lord picked himself up slowly from where he had placed himself on the ground. His long fingers directed her attention to the hanging screen.
"I got some new readings." He said quietly, "There is still that growing something-or-other but now there are three signals total. This one," here, he pointed to one of the marker lights on the screen, "is the most dormit. It hasn't moved at all since I started tracking it," he moved his finger to the second light. It was the brightest of the three and seemed to pulse with some form of energy, "This is the strongest one as well as the least stable; it keeps flashing and then almost going out and moving everywhere and just being downright hard to keep an eye on."
"And the last one?" Donna asked as she pointed to that tiny third light which seemed to be growing but she couldn't be quite sure.
"That one was the one we were originally tracking but it seems to have shrunk significantly, I'm honestly not that worried about it right now." Jack joined them at the control panel,
"I say we split up." He suggested, "Donna and I can go check out the dormit signal and you go see what the dangerous one is and then we can all go see what that tiny bugger is just for fun." He smiled warmly at the partners in crime. "Oh, come on!" he pleaded when they both gave him 'that look', "It'll get us done faster, than we can go find the watch."
Donna's phone chimed, alerting her that she had received a text message. With a little difficulty she pulled out the electronic and glanced at the screen. A smug smile of triumph flashed across her face. She shoved the phone at the Doctor's face so that he had to lean backwards in order to see it clearly. On the phone was a picture of the pocket watch along with a text message that ran:
Believe I found it, please come by to confirm -SH
"How's that for progress!?" Donna snapped with a grin and a small chuckle, "you can thank me later." The Doctor snatched the phone from the temp's hands and put on his glasses,
"How?" He stammered, "When? Where? Who?!" He looked up again, "Who? Donna, who did you tell about this?!" He tore off his spectacles and towered over her, "You need to tell me now!" His outward appearance was dark and stormy but his eyes held a desperate look of fear and hope.
Donna stepped back, "I found a detective. I didn't tell him anything about the watch, I promise! All I did was say that I had found a watch and lost it and then I told him that it was in London somewhere and I told him what the watch looked like and that it felt warm sometimes…" She trailed off and the Doctor growled in frustration,
"Did you even think?!" he lashed at her through clenched teeth, "You know nothing about that watch! Do you even know what will happen if he opens that?! Do you!?" Jack stepped forward and grabbed the Time Lord's arm,
"Doctor! You can't get emotional! Focus! Donna hasn't done anything wrong. She's just trying to help you!" The Doctor seemed to tremble with anger as his piercing eyes turned on Jack but, quite suddenly, they changed. His whole frame seemed to diminish in power and his eyes no longer burned with dangerous emotion and that look of shame that always hung about him returned as he looked back at Donna.
"I'm sorry…I'm so, so sorry." He muttered as he ducked his head, unable to meet her gaze. Donna re-approached the Doctor,
"I'm the one who ought to be sorry; I should've asked you first." The Doctor sniffed loudly and grabbed his trench coat. He smiled at Jack and Donna and clicked his tongue,
"Still, this makes it interesting! Let's go!" He grabbed his Timey-Wimey detector and dashed out onto the streets of London with vigor that would have seemed happy to anyone. Donna and Jack walked slowly out of the TARDIS sharing a look, for the Doctor's smile hadn't reached his eyes.
Up next: the Doctor gets distracted by some adorable small humans!
Also, happy travels to all those going to the March for Life! I'm going this year so I'll be praying hard for all the babies!
~SimmonsButterflys