My body shook viciously as rain beated down upon it. How could I be so stupid thinking I could keep friends. Oh how wrong was I, of course it wasn't really my fault, but thats not the point. I knew that when I am me people think I'm annoying and crazy, I never should have let my walls down. I slammed my palm into my temple letting a few tears slip down my face and mix with the rain. When I arrived home I whipped the door open and slammed it shut locking it behind me. I covered my face with my hands as I slid down the door releasing the rest of my pent up tears. After a while I sniffled and wiped my tears standing up on wobbly legs. I rip my wet clothes off and get into my most comfortable pajamas. With a heavy sigh I grab my laptop and sit on the couch. I decide that fanfics coukd cheer me up, my fandoms never seem to fail at that. Hours later (which felt like minutes) I looked at my clock, it read:1:30AM. I sighed again running a frustrated hand through my hair, I let countless hours slip by for fantasy. More tears cascade down my cheeks, fantasy instead of reality, pathetic! In my mind I knew I was being harsh with myself but at that moment I felt so worthless, so so pathetic. I wiped my already tear stained cheeks walking slowly and solemnly to my bed. I crawled under the warm blankets trying to fall alseep. I was tired, sure but the words that floated through my head forced me awake, awake in this harsh reality. Finally eternity ticked by and I found myself slipping into a dreamless sleep. Next I awoke to a crash and a familiar voice whispering, "shit". I sat up groggily scanning the room with my tired eyes. Soon they landed upon two figures, shakily I reached and turned on the lamp next to my bed. "Good job Dean you woke her up", Sam whisper yelled to his brother. Wait Sam and Dean, as in Sam and Dean from Supernatural?! My mind races a million miles per hour as I notice another pair enter my room. "Oh John it seems we are a little late", a brisk deep voice curses. A deep voice recognized as the one and only Sherlock Holmes, who is dragging his companion John Waston behind him. I open my mouth to speak but no words leave my mouth. "What are you two doing here", Dean growls, "we were here first." Sherlock merely scoffs walking up to my bed. His hand tilts my chin up to look at him, or rather so he can look at me. "W-Wait this, this must be a dream you aren't real",I stutter out finally gaining control of my own voice. "Not real, you can see us clear as day (Y/N) I promise we are real", Sam comforts. I shake my head viciously and stop at the unmistakable whooshing of the TARDIS. My eyes widen, if thats even possible. "Guess he finally decided to show up", John sneers entering the conversation. Suddenly the 9th Doctor and Rose burts through the door. "Doctor", Rose scolds slapping his shoulder, "we are late again!" The Doctor chuckles scanning finding me in my bed staring at everyone eyes as wide as saucers. "I wouldn't say we're late Rose, (Y/N) dear is still here", The Doctor exclaims. "Well not for long, she's coming with us, right (Y/N)?", Dean asks, but it sounds more like a statement. "Erm come with you?", I question. "That is correct, you seem to be having trouble here and we want to take you away from this wretched place", Sherlock says looking around in disgust. "Why me?", I ask. "Well,your special of course, you have a kind heart", the doctor says. Sam butts in, " your brave and strong, we all think you'd fit in great with us", Sam concludes. "'Fit in' sure but she'll also be safe with us", Sherlock says sending a glare towards the Winchester brothers. That starts a small argument about who I will be safest with, all three sides throwing insults along with valid points. "Stop!", I yell when I have had enough. Six heads whip in my direction. "It's my choice right?", they all nod," then whats the use in arguing if its me who decides?", I ask placing a hand on my hip. "None I guess", a few whisper in shame. I chuckle lightly smiling brightly as afew more tears escape my eyes. "We're sorry we didn't mean to upset you", Sam says his voice thick with concern. "No, No I just... I'm so happy to see you... you all are like my heroes", I whisper wiping my eyes. Sherlock huffs, "Well duh why else would we be here, we wouldn't have come for you if you didn't know who we were." "Sherlock", John yells slapping Sherlocks arm. I giggled, scanning the room again. I can't believe this is happening! I smirk knowing I will have to make a choice, but who will I choose?
A/N: ok so I needed this..... I've seen this numerous times before so I wanted to try this out..... I will do a part for each of the three choices if you guys want anyway I love you all byeee
