Sherlock shot up off the bed with the Doctor behind him. They went back outside and found John in the same place he left him. ‘John, the creature you saw what did it look like?’
‘I didn’t see it that well.’
‘Well what did you see?’
‘ These big, red eyes…’ Sherlock placed his hand on John’s shoulder. ‘… looking directly at me. I’ve never felt so scared in my life.’ Sherlock turned back to the Doctor.
‘ I think we should try the trail again.’ The Doctor nodded in agreement. They followed the trail for thirty minutes and came to the end. The trail ended at an old, abandoned house. ‘Is this where you saw it John?’
‘Yeah.’ Sherlock was about to enter when the Doctor pulled him back.
‘Doctor..’
‘Stay here.’ The Doctor took out a torch from his jacket and entered the house.
‘I hate it when he does that.’ As the Doctor entered, the front part of the house collapsed, blocking the exit and trapping him inside. ‘Doctor! Doctor?!’ No one answered. ‘John, what do we…’ Suddenly they heard a cough. ‘Doctor, you ok?’
‘I’m.. fine.’ He managed to lift himself up. He rubbed his arm then looked at his hand to find blood on it. He found his torch and turned it on to see his only exit was blocked. ‘Can you get me out?’
‘We’ll try.’ They started to move bricks out the way. ‘What can you see?’ The Doctor shawn the torch round the house.
‘Nothing really. It’s all been damaged by the rubble.’ He moved back into the house.
‘John, how long is this going to take?’
‘I don’t know but we’re not even half way through.’ John stopped to look at the house. ‘There’s no other exits, all the windows are boarded.’ Sherlock stopped and looked up at John.
‘So basically your saying it’s hopeless.’
‘No.. It’s like I said we’re not even half way through.’ Sherlock shook his head.
‘I’m not leaving him.’ He started moving more bricks but he was getting no where. ‘I need some help here John.’ John sighed and shook his head. ‘John?’
‘Sherlock, You and I both know that we can’t do this. He’ll find a way out.’ Sherlock stood himself up right and stared at the house. ‘You know he will.’
‘And what if he doesn’t? How will we get home? I can’t live without him John. I just can’t.’ Sherlock turned away from the house with tears in his eyes. ‘Is it possible for him to suffocate in there?’
‘I.. I don’t..’
‘Just tell me John.’
‘It’s possible.’ Sherlock turned back to the house and started to move more bricks out of the way.
‘I didn’t see it that well.’
‘Well what did you see?’
‘ These big, red eyes…’ Sherlock placed his hand on John’s shoulder. ‘… looking directly at me. I’ve never felt so scared in my life.’ Sherlock turned back to the Doctor.
‘ I think we should try the trail again.’ The Doctor nodded in agreement. They followed the trail for thirty minutes and came to the end. The trail ended at an old, abandoned house. ‘Is this where you saw it John?’
‘Yeah.’ Sherlock was about to enter when the Doctor pulled him back.
‘Doctor..’
‘Stay here.’ The Doctor took out a torch from his jacket and entered the house.
‘I hate it when he does that.’ As the Doctor entered, the front part of the house collapsed, blocking the exit and trapping him inside. ‘Doctor! Doctor?!’ No one answered. ‘John, what do we…’ Suddenly they heard a cough. ‘Doctor, you ok?’
‘I’m.. fine.’ He managed to lift himself up. He rubbed his arm then looked at his hand to find blood on it. He found his torch and turned it on to see his only exit was blocked. ‘Can you get me out?’
‘We’ll try.’ They started to move bricks out the way. ‘What can you see?’ The Doctor shawn the torch round the house.
‘Nothing really. It’s all been damaged by the rubble.’ He moved back into the house.
‘John, how long is this going to take?’
‘I don’t know but we’re not even half way through.’ John stopped to look at the house. ‘There’s no other exits, all the windows are boarded.’ Sherlock stopped and looked up at John.
‘So basically your saying it’s hopeless.’
‘No.. It’s like I said we’re not even half way through.’ Sherlock shook his head.
‘I’m not leaving him.’ He started moving more bricks but he was getting no where. ‘I need some help here John.’ John sighed and shook his head. ‘John?’
‘Sherlock, You and I both know that we can’t do this. He’ll find a way out.’ Sherlock stood himself up right and stared at the house. ‘You know he will.’
‘And what if he doesn’t? How will we get home? I can’t live without him John. I just can’t.’ Sherlock turned away from the house with tears in his eyes. ‘Is it possible for him to suffocate in there?’
‘I.. I don’t..’
‘Just tell me John.’
‘It’s possible.’ Sherlock turned back to the house and started to move more bricks out of the way.
The Doctor had no idea of what to do or how to even begin finding him. All he knew was that Sherlock’s out there somewhere and waiting for him. He pulled the screen round and started to scan everywhere possible. Earth, Other planets, Other universes and even parallel worlds. But nothing came up. The Doctor slammed his hands on the console. Suddenly something appeared on the screen, they looked like co-ordinates. He pulled levers and pushed buttons as fast as he could so he wouldn’t lose the trail. When the TARDIS landed, he ran out the doors and found himself on a spaceship. He went over to the window and saw the earth.
‘I’ll never get tired of saving you.’ He looked around and scanned with his screwdriver. He found him. He followed the trace down the corridor then he heard someone coming so he hid behind a pillar. He peeked round only to see the...
‘I’ll never get tired of saving you.’ He looked around and scanned with his screwdriver. He found him. He followed the trace down the corridor then he heard someone coming so he hid behind a pillar. He peeked round only to see the...
'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.