Sherlock and John, the Doctor's Companions

Explosion Time

*The Doctor’s POV*

I watch the two strange men wander out onto the street and walk away. I seem to have that effect on people, but I honestly don’t mean too.

I order a red wine along with some weird named food dish. I consider ordering something for Rose, but it’ll probably be something she’d hate so it’s best to leave it to her. 

After about 10 minutes of people watching, Rose enters the building and sits down next to me.

“How’s Jackie?” I ask politely. Honestly though, that woman annoys me.

“Oh you know... I asked her if she wanted to come here, but she turned it down. She has a boyfriend named Barry now. Ghastly man.”

She shudders.

She orders a win as well but refuses any food. I offer her some of my pasta, but she shakes her head.

“You have no idea how much I just ate with mum.”

“Suit yourself,” I stuff a forkful into my mouth. “ish delishooos.”

She elbows me and I nearly spit it onto my plate.

“So what did you do while I was gone? Travelled did we?

“Just to here. There were two men I met. One of them was greatly enthralled by the T.A.R.D.I.S. It’s so hard not to tell people like him the truth. He’s a smart one.”

“What about the other one?” she asks. “Was he smart as well?”

“He looked bored. I think the smart one’s his leader or something.”

“That sounds so wrong,” Rose smiles and I smile back.

After I finish my meal and we both finish our drinks, we wander out of the diner to walk aimlessly on the roads.

“When does your mother want you back?” I ask.

“Oh who knows... But I’m not going back. They practically started making out right in front of me.”

I chuckle at this and she elbows me again, making me wince.

Honestly, women can be cruel.

*

We’re nearing the T.A.R.D.I.S when we hear the explosion go off, not to far away either.

I grab Roses arm encase more follow, but all goes quiet.

When I turn to ask Rose the question, I see the grin on her face. She knows me well.

“Ready?”

“Ready!”

I take her hand and we run towards the source of the explosion. Judging by the commotion, we soon locate it on a Baker Street. No authorities have arrived yet so we sidle into the area with not a backwards glance.

I first glimpse the familiar black jacket, followed by a familiar blue scarf. Oh. Though he wasn’t that bad of fellow, I don’t like it when people get involved in MY investigations.

He must sense me watch him because he turns around to face us.

“Oh,” Sherlock narrows his eyes. “It’s you.”