Donna Turns Right and John Goes to a Wedding

Chapter Three

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Chapter Three

"What were you doing out here anyways?" John asked, trying to make small talk with the alien. He felt bad for threatening him after he invaded his ship, and frankly he wanted to stay in the good books with the only…thing…that could figure out how he got here.

Plus, having a friend with spaceship couldn't hurt.

"Oh well, no big reason at all. I just needed to make a long distance call and needed the extra power." the Doctor answered with a bit too much forced enthusiasm.

"That must have been long." John joked awkwardly, sensing that he hit a sensitive spot. He's seen enough years in the army to know.

"Yeah."

"... So what are your theories on how I got on your ship?" he cautiously added after a few tense moments of quiet.

Lighting up with his face scrunching up in excited confusion, the Doctor replied "Well, I've got "many". Closer to "some" though when you cut out the ones that I don't feel like considering. Actually, "Almost none" when you only look at the ones that make at least 25% sense. Well, I say "almost none", but I really have nothing."

As he finished this mumble jumble nonsense, John heard a sharp whirring and squeaking noise coming from around him. Seconds later, the Doctor grabbed a tan trench-coat from the corner, ran over to the ship's doors, and burst out.

"Wait up; I'm not as young as I used to be!" John shouted after him as he trudged out.

"I'm at least twenty times your age, don't use that excuse on me." the Doctor scolded cheerfully as he waited outside.

"Oh sure, why not! And I'm sure you managed to find a way to stuff a huge ship into a phone box with all that time as a preteen git." John muttered darkly back as he glanced at the TARDIS from the outside.

"I didn't figure it out, a well known Gallifrean solved that years before my time by using particles from microscopic dus- hey where are you going?!" the Doctor cried indignantly mid reciting after realizing that John had already started making his way down the block.

"It's rude to walk off while somebody's talking you know." He remarked after jogging up to his side.

"Wedding. Late. Murderous sister, remember?" John puffed while smiling exasperatedly out of the corner of his mouth. "Not that the history of your spaceship isn't interesting, but maybe another time?"

"No, I get your point Johnny." The Doctor replied with complete seriousness. "'Hell hath no fury like a woman's wrath' is something I have seen on a person basis, and I've faced the devil himself."

Not knowing if he should laugh or actually believe what the alien was saying, John just quickened his pace; and pulling himself as quickly as he could up the stairs, finally reached the rear entrance of the church. Opening the doors as quietly as he could, he and the Doctor silently made their way to the back of the church where they were just in time to see the newly married couple exchange the kiss.

"I missed the wedding." John groaned despairingly.

"Maybe she didn't notice?" The Doctor tried to comfort him.

As soon as he finished saying this though, the newlyweds passed by the back row, where the bride turned to her brother, smiled, and mimed decapitation.

"I'm doomed."

General Inspector Lestrade had known Sherlock Holmes for a long time. During that long and completely dysfunctional "relationship", (if you could even call it that) Lestrade had seen Sherlock knee-high in sewage, covered in blood and guts, even wearing his precious coat while it was on fire. In all these situations, no matter what, Sherlock was constantly the vision of refinement and poise. Oh sure, he gets angry at their "stupidity" on a nearly daily basis, but always while posed like a perfectly annoying Greek god while doing so.

So when he walked in to Sherlock flat and found the world's only consulting detective angrily throwing random pillows, books, pens, and god knows what else at a particularly upset looking redhead woman while dodging her own supply of flying missiles from behind the couch, he almost passed out from shock.

'Was that a...' he thought in disbelief as Sherlock jumped up, caught the skull in midair, and started bellowing "THIS SKULL IS EXTREMELY FRAGILE AND IS AND IMPORTANT-"

"Who keeps a skull?!" The woman cut off angrily while throwing a particularly large book straight at the detective's head.

And gasped in horror as it hit Lestrade directly in the stomach.

"Sorry about that Inspector, I was about to warn you but..." Sherlock stated non chantingly while smoothing his suit with one hand and flourishing his other at the very flustered woman.

"Sherlock...what the hell..." Lestrade wheezed while collapsing into a chair.

"My new flatmate and I had a bit of a disagreement over my living habits, and what's different about this victim?" He replied calmly while replacing a few books to the shelves.

"What? Ah, of course you figured that out somehow..." Lestrade muttered darkly under his breath "This one left a note, scratched it into the floor with her nail."

"Wait. Hold it. You work for the police?" The flatmate suddenly cut in.

"Yes, I thought that was obvious." Sherlock smirked mockingly.

"So that's why you have those disgusting guts in the sink? And the eyeballs in the fridge? And all that other gore and dead parts?" She choked with disbelief written plainly on her face. "Besides, why would you want to work with such a pompous douchebag Detective er…?"

"Detective Inspector Lestrade." he finished while getting up to shake her hand.

"Donna Noble." she quickly responded while giving his hand a quick shake.

"Pleasure Ms. Noble. And trust me, the only reason we hire Sherlock is because he is the best, and he would just break into crime scenes if we didn't let him in." Lestrade answered with a sigh.

"If you both are done with the pleasantries, I have a case to solve." Sherlock cut in grumpily.

"Fine by me, I'll actually get this place cleaned up to livable standards." Donna quipped back while starting to turn towards the kitchen.

"Oh no you don't, you're coming along with me." Sherlock ordered while grabbing her wrist and dragged her, struggling, towards the door.

"Sherlock! What are you doing, you can't bring her along!" the Detective Inspector demanded while chasing after the pair.

"Trust me Lestrade, I'll explain later!" he shouted back as he forced Donna into a cab and climbed in after her.

"Trust Sherlock Holmes, oh that will be the day." Lestrade muttered while getting into his own police car.

This man will be the death of him.

Sorry its been pretty drama free, but things will start quickening up soon.