On the side of the angels He was never coming back, was he? All this time John had believed, hoped that his friend was alive. He wasn't. He knew this now. Every time he looked out of the window, he thought he saw Sherlock, every time he looked to the sky he imagined his friend an angel, and could almost see him there himself. But he wasn't coming back. Never.
John sat on the chair opposite the one Sherlock used to sit on. He hadn't touched it since it happened. He had hoped that it was all a trick, that Sherlock would come back. He hadn't.
It had been two years.
The doorbell sounded. John heard Mrs Hudson rush to open it. He could hear her talking to the person at the door. It was probably her 'suitor'. That was what she called him. She thought that he would whisk her away to get married any time now. John felt sorry for the man.
There were footsteps on the s
That was funThe doctor was bored. He had been sitting down for a grand total of two minutes, and wanted to do something else. Unfortunately, there wasn't anything to do. "Can't there just be one, small invasion? I'm sure it wouldn't hurt "
Amy looked up from her book. "I'm sure something will turn up, it always does. Until then, you just need to be patient!" Suddenly, the door of the tardis flew open.
"Melody?" Amy cried in wonder, alongside the Doctor's cry of "River?". "Hello darling." She said. River Song strode into the Tardis, taking in her surroundings. "You look bored, Doctor." Not waiting for a reply she continued, "I have something that needs
As she spoke, River walked towards the centre of the tardis and flicked a switch, taking no notice of the Doctor's muttered "I'm really not sure that's the best " Suddenly there was a huge jolt, and the Tardis was moving.
After a little while, it stilled, and the Doctor led the way to the door. Nothing could prepare th
Chain story 10Sherlock Holmes was built for running: tall, long-legged, graceful. John Watson, however, was not quite as suited for these cross-city chases.
John puffed as he ran after Sherlock, only able to keep up with the detective due to his time in Afghanistan and the military.
The mess of black curls bounced in and out of view between heads in the mob of people as John tried so desperately to keep up with the Consulting Detective.
"Sherlock, slow down, please!" John sighed, his endurance was not endless "You figured out who the murderer was about one hour ago, tell me why we have to run NOW"
Sherlock couldn't hear John, he was too far ahead, his coat flapping madly behind him. He was completely focused on getting to the train station before it was too late, bombs waited for nobody.
Despite being mostly out of breath, John gave a sigh of exasperation. He hated when Sherlock decided to take off, without so much as a word to John as to what was going on.
Seeing Sherlock go round the co