“SHUT UP WILL YOU! SHUT UP”
Sherlock's time on the TARDIS had been
informative. He watched as the various Doctors danced their hands
over the controls, but there seemed little rhyme or reason to them.
During the quiet moments he closed his eyes and drank in the hum of
time rotors and ran through the days activities in his head. They
were responding to a living thing, and the TARDIS itself was
responding to an ever changing web of time. The TARDIS was eager to
have him take a turn at the controls as well, but he continued
refusing.
One day, though, the blares of the
alarms and the random explosions got too much for Sherlock. He
needed somewhere to think. He jumped in between River's shift and
the next Doctor. With precision control born of careful study he
settled on a particularly distorted region of Space-Time
The TARDIS landed but refused to open
the door. “Oh come on” he said, annoyed. The TARDIS patched
Torchwood through the phone. Watson answered. “It's for you,
Sherlock” “Tell them I know it's a time loop” Watson sighed
and repeated the message. “Laters” said Sherlock as he went
through the now open door.
He was outside his flat at 221B Bakers
street, but someone had spraypainted “BAD WOLF” across the door.
He paused to inspect the paint, it was layered several times over and
seemed to shimmer slighly in the light. The door was undamaged
though, and he entered and ran up to his chair. He thought about
playing his violin – but even here he seemed to get interrupted.
The phone rang. “What is it now?”
he almost shouted into the phone. It was Watson. “It's been
almost 3 days, and we haven't heard from you. “Oh really, he said”
wondering if he had been affected by the TARDIS more than he thought.
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