So I think this might be my last chapter for a while. But don't worry. I'll get into it again. I just have two books to finish. Have fun reading!!!! <3
The Doctor got up and soniced Sherlock. "Doctor?!? What are you doing?" Amy asked. Sherlock backed up, obviously facinated with the screwdriver. "You're not an alien, so what are you? Just an ordinary human? How is that possible? The only way Alex is that smart is because she has pure Time Lord blood but not even one trace of alien is in your system." The Doctor said, talking softly. "I'm sorry. Time Lord?" John cut in. ""I'm the Doctor. I'm a Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasteroborus. I'm 1200 years old. I am a two hearted alien. I married the woman that was raised to kill me and she is the daughter of my best friends. Time Lords are versions of humans, only we have tardises and we travel all through time and space. That pretty much sums it up. Understand?" The Doctor replied to John politely, still scanning Sherlock. "Doctor. Sweetie. We really shouldn't unveil all of-" I started to talk. "Unveil all of what? Your life? Why?" Sherlock said, moving away from The Doctor and towards Alex, Amy, Rory and I. "Yeah. Our life. Because you shouldn't know everything about us. How do we know that you're not some kind of psychopath?" Amy asked, questioning Sherlock. I sat back down next to Rory on the couch. He looked at me and we both sighed. "I'm not-I'm not a psycho- why does everyone think I'm a psychopath? No. I am a highly-functioning sociopath." He laughed and turned serious again. The Doctor rolled his eyes. "I know a psychopath when I see one. After all, I am one and I married one." He looked at me and I got back up. "Yes. The perfect psychopath, I might add." I walked over to him and leaned my back against his arm. "Wait. So you two are married?" John asked as Sherlock continued to observe the sonic. "Yeah. Problem?" I said, crossing my arms over my chest. John shook his head and Rory spoke. "Why are you two interested in us? When I first saw the TARDIS, I wanted to run, but Amy pulled me in." "Private investigator. By private, I mean non profit and a personal enjoyment. I saw your police box crash and wanted to check it out." Sherlock smiled.
