The Doctor

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We soon settled into the living room, the Doctor and I on the sofa with Sherlock and John across from each other in their seats. After a few moments, I spoke up.
"So...what now?" Sherlock took a deep breath.
"In all likelihood, Mortiarty will walk free. We may have evidence to connect him at least to the murder of whoever that Cyberman used to be but, with his connections, it's basically useless. We have tried to dismantle his "web" and have succeeded only in cutting the major threads. There are so many people that owe him, however, it could be considered almost impossible to eliminate bias in the court. Also, it would be all too easy for him manipulate anyone." John sighed.
"So, everything we just did was pointless, then?"
"Oh, no. Quite the opposite. We may be unable to imprison him but, he revealed quite a lot during my moments alone with him." I tilted my head a little.
"Like what?"
Sherlock jumped from his seat and walled over to the mantle. He picked up the skull and pulled something off of it before replacing it and giving it a small pat. The Doctor gave John a puzzled look.
"Don't ask." Sherlock showed John what he had removed from the skull, looking slightly proud. John frowned.
"What is that?"
"It's a micro-camera. Moriarty has a couple of them placed around the flat. I'm quite surprised that I haven't noticed them but, then again, I've been quite distracted lately. There should be one over..." He wandered into the kitchen. "Here! There should be another somewhere. John, help me look." John reluctantly stood and walked into the kitchen with Sherlock. After a couple of minutes, I turned to look at the Doctor.
"Should we help them?"
"No, they have this. Just wait a bit. It's 4 o'clock, right?" I pulled out my phone and checked the time.
"Yep. 4:08 pm. Why?" He gave a mischievous grin.
"John! Sherlock! Where will we be staying tonight?" The pair walked back in and placed the little cameras in a box. John thought for a moment.
"Well, you two can stay in my room. I'll sleep out here-" I interrupted him.
"Oh, no. We couldn't put you out like that. Listen, we can stay out here. I mean, it's just one night, isn't it?" To everyone's surprise, Sherlock spoke up.
"Don't be ridiculous. You two stay in John's room and he can stay in mine." John looked at him, confused.
"Where will you stay, then?"
"In my room, of course." John's eyes widened slightly.
"Both of us?"
"Is that a problem?" John blushed slightly.
"Not at all."
The Doctor grinned and elbowed me slightly.
"Come on then, Hana. Let's go get some clothes for tonight." I looked up at him confused.
"Can't I just sleep in thi- oh! Right then, let's go." Halfway through my sentence he'd directed my attention to the pair. John seemed a bit awkward and Sherlock was looking at him worriedly. Finally getting the message that we should give them space, I jumped up and followed the Doctor out to the street.
"Well, Doctor, where to now?"
"I believe there was a lovely little shop just down the road a bit. Shall we?" He smiled down at me and bent his arm so I could loop mine through.
"Of course."

About half an hour later, I was in the dressing room giggling at the Doctor as he sat outside of the room.
"Hana, it's just pyjamas! Why do you need to try them on?"
"Because it's fun! Go get yourself some, too, you're not sleeping in that suit." I heard him grumble as his footsteps faded.
Turning to the mirror, I grinned. This one was rather pretty. A woman working at the shop had been handing me all kinds of pyjamas. Every time I tried one on, there was another waiting outside my door. Most of them were either too girly for my taste or too... revealing. I'd only been able to show the Doctor a couple of them. However, the pair she had just told me to try on was perfect. It was a blue and dark pink galaxy patterned tank with a pair of matching blue shorts. When I heard footsteps outside the door, I peeked out and saw the woman.
"Oh, no that's alright. I think I've picked out a pair."
"Which ones, may I ask?" I stepped out and she looked puzzled.
"Did you pick that one, miss?"
"No, it was outside my door a moment ago."
"Oh, well, you look lovely. If you change back, I can ring you up and you'll be on your way. Or... Did you want to show your boyfriend first?"
"Actually, yes, I want to show him." The woman smiled.
"Okay, just let me know when you're ready." She walked off and I retreated back into the changing room to wait for the Doctor. Finally I heard footsteps come from the direction of the men's changing rooms.
"Hana?" He sounded suspiciously amused.
"Yes?" I replied, in a sing-song voice.
"Come out here, I've tried on a pair I think you'll love." I stepped out and immediately fell on the floor laughing when I saw him. He had tried on a pair of blue footie pyjamas covered in little UFOs. I had tears running down my face from laughing so hard and when I looked back up at him, I saw he was laughing too. When I calmed down, he helped me stand back up.
"You alright, love?"
"Yeah but, I'm sorry, I can't take you seriously when you're dressed like that." I grinned and he struck a pose.
"I think I rather like it, though. The little spaceships really set off my eyes." After another fit of laughter, he smiled.
"Are you getting those, Hana?"
"Yes, I think so. I really like them."
"I knew you would. Now, come on and help me find a real pair."
In the end, he settled for a pair of dark blue night pants and a rather form-fitting t-shirt.
"Isn't that a bit...boring? I mean, there's all kinds of stuff here." He shrugged at me.
"Well, I have a right to be boring every once in awhile. It takes quite a bit of effort to be this interesting all the time." He grinned down at me as he put his arm around my shoulders. I smiled back.
"Smart-arse." He pretended to be shocked.
"When did you develop such a foul mouth?" He teased.
"Well, I have been spending quite a bit of time with John." He laughed and slung our bag over his other shoulder.
"Hana, would you say it's about 6, now?"
"Probably, yeah. Why?"
"We should be getting back to Baker Street."
"What for?"
"It's a secret." He grinned deviously.
I huffed and he hugged me closer before we headed back to Baker Street.

Whoo, fluff.