The Unexpected (A SuperWhoLock Fanfiction)

Three: Evidence Lost

Three: Evidence Lost

I finished making tea just minutes before show time. In this moment, as the clock ticked onward, my guests were gathered around the television; Sherlock and John on the sofa, the Doctor remaining on his feet behind it.

  My heart was racing at intense speeds, thundering in my ears. The anticipation was almost too much, and I didn't know what to expect once they witnessed what I was about to show them. Would they vanish, or simply be forced the reconsider their lives as they knew it— was I about to ruin their lives? Though I was beginning to enjoy their company (despite Sherlock's continuously grumpy, puffed up attitude), I preferred them to disappear. I would have hated for them to question the credibility of their existence, but I would also be forced to consider my sanity if they disappeared. What if, instead of a dream, there was something wrong with me medically? A brain tumor, or something horrible.

  "Cecily?"

  I blinked, unaware of how long I had been standing in the entry way of the living room with the tea tray in my hands. The Doctor was standing in front of me, Charles plopped down next to him with the same, curious and concerning gaze.

  "All right?" The Doctor asked, smiling wryly.

  I cleared my throat and smiled bashfully, "Yes, just fine. Tea, Doctor?"

  I knew he wasn't fond of tea, but he reached out and took a cup regardless, bowing his head gratefully. I maneuvered around the Doctor to offer the tea to my other guests, waiting patiently for them to pour their desired amounts. John thanked me quietly, while Sherlock seemed to be reconsidering, examining the cup closely. "Something wrong, Sherlock?" I asked.

  He frowned, only replying with a grunt before bringing the liquid to his lips. He tried to hide the fact that his eyes lit up a fraction, and I sucked in my cheeks to refrain from smiling proudly. No one could resist my tea— No one.

  I sunk down to the floor in front of the television, the brightness of the screen nearly blinding me. Charles padded over to me, crossing his pause like a proper dog. This was routine for him... He quite enjoyed watching television.

  "What do you suppose will happen after this, Doctor?" John inquired.

  "I don't believe I know, Dr. Watson," the Doctor admitted. "Perhaps nothing, except giving Cecily some peace of mind. Of course, there is always vanishing into thin air."

  "Please," Sherlock scoffed, "What a completely impossible, alien idea."

  "Maybe, but look at who you're talking to," I looked over my shoulder, inclining my head toward the Doctor. He pointed at his own face, "Time Lord; Alien."

  "You are not!"

  "Ooh, yes he is." My attention turned back toward the television, arriving at the designated channel as the credits from the previous program began rolling. My stomach felt sick, and I swallowed. "I just want you three to know... Whatever happens, I'm very gracious to have been your hostess, no matter how crazy I might feel."

  "Crazier by the minute," Sherlock pronounced, his tongue clicking the T.

  "Whatever it may be, we'll solve this exciting mystery together, dear Cece," the Doctor assured and even patted Sherlock on the shoulder.

  The credits stopped rolling and advertisements followed. My heart began sinking into the pit of my stomach, the urge to cover my eyes and roll into a ball being tremendous. I wondered if anyone else was feeling the same. There was a small part of me that was anticipating the look on Sherlock's face when he saw Doctor Who.