'Doctor?' Amy had searched all over the TARDIS but couldn't find him. 'Doctor? Your really starting to scare me.' She came back down the stairs into the control room and found him sitting on the chair. 'There you are, never do that....' Amy stopped and looked at the Doctor, he didn't seem himself. 'Doctor? You ok?'
'Hmmmmm.' He didn't even look at her, he just stared into space, Thinking about Sherlock and wondering if he was thinking about him.
'Doctor!' she smacked him.
'Oh! What was that for?.' he asked rubbing his arm.
'Sorry but you wouldn't answer me and i've been looking everywhere for you.'
'Sorry... I..' the Doctor's eyes began filling with tears.
'Sorry, i didn't mean to hit you that hard.' Amy sat down next to him and took his hand.
'No it's not that.' the Doctor said wiping his eyes ' It's something else.'
'What?.' The Doctor remained silent, all he could think about was that day.
A Few Years Earlier.....
'Hmmmmm.' He didn't even look at her, he just stared into space, Thinking about Sherlock and wondering if he was thinking about him.
'Doctor!' she smacked him.
'Oh! What was that for?.' he asked rubbing his arm.
'Sorry but you wouldn't answer me and i've been looking everywhere for you.'
'Sorry... I..' the Doctor's eyes began filling with tears.
'Sorry, i didn't mean to hit you that hard.' Amy sat down next to him and took his hand.
'No it's not that.' the Doctor said wiping his eyes ' It's something else.'
'What?.' The Doctor remained silent, all he could think about was that day.
A Few Years Earlier.....
Sherlock sat at his desk, going through every case note and autopsy he had. He found nothing. Not a single scrap of evidence, who ever this was, they were good. He shut his eyes and casted his mind back to the crime scene. It was down a dark alley way, quite conseled, inbetween two buildings. They found a women, about twenty four, just got engaged judging by the clarity of the ring, was one her way home when something came up behind her and knocked her to floor, she lost a lot of blood. Sherlock opened his eyes and snapped back into reality, still not knowing where to start. The he heard a sound....
Sherlock sat in his study and gazed out the window at the stars. How he would love to see those stars up close,The mysteries of the universe was the one case he hadn't solved yet.
'Not staring at the stars again are you Sherlock?.' Sherlock laughed. John never understood is infasination with the stars, But thats probably because he never told him.
'Listen John, If you have been through the things i have, you too would turn to the stars.'
'What has ever happend to you that made you look at the stars?.' The memories came flooding back.
A Few Years Earlier........
'Not staring at the stars again are you Sherlock?.' Sherlock laughed. John never understood is infasination with the stars, But thats probably because he never told him.
'Listen John, If you have been through the things i have, you too would turn to the stars.'
'What has ever happend to you that made you look at the stars?.' The memories came flooding back.
A Few Years Earlier........
Doctor: Professor John Smith, University of London, here to check on the hospital’s research, don’t mind me, pretend I’m not even here.
Sherlock: Professor? Hmm. Tweed suit, suspenders, cheap loafers and a bow tie; I’d almost believe you except for one thing; that paper is blank.
Doctor: Is it? Hmm, would you look at that. Well it looks like you’re very clever, Mister Holmes, and that makes things much much harder.
Sherlock: And why is that?
Doctor: Well, un-clever people are very useful; they’re eager to help and don’t ask many questions, but clever people are very uncooperative and always think they’re right. It’s very annoying, and quite a hindrance when you’re in a hurry. I should know.
Sherlock: Professor? Hmm. Tweed suit, suspenders, cheap loafers and a bow tie; I’d almost believe you except for one thing; that paper is blank.
Doctor: Is it? Hmm, would you look at that. Well it looks like you’re very clever, Mister Holmes, and that makes things much much harder.
Sherlock: And why is that?
Doctor: Well, un-clever people are very useful; they’re eager to help and don’t ask many questions, but clever people are very uncooperative and always think they’re right. It’s very annoying, and quite a hindrance when you’re in a hurry. I should know.