Clara wakes up in an old building that she recognizes as St. Bart's. Clara spots Sherlock in a chair next to her, silently doing something on his phone. Probably texting his 'boyfriend.' Clara thinks to herself, and smiles. Secretly, she ships them.
Since nothing else is happening around her, Clara tries to think of what has happened.
'Committed a crime, have you?' The voice had told her. He had sounded so... how would one describe it? Soft, yes, but he was obviously a male because Clara had caught a glimpse of stubble on his chin. He had also had an Irish accent.
'The Doctor must be very disappointed.' But the Doctor has forgotten about me! Clara counters. Obviously, this man was just trying to sound smart. If he really knew anything, he would know that the Doctor had forgotten her. Maybe the Doctor remembers me now... Clara hopes. Not many people know about the Doctor, so this man must've done his research.
'But then again, I congratulate you, for that makes us very much alike.' Clara is tired of saying this: she didn't commit the crime! But this means that the man must be a criminal, and a very bad one if he had the nerve to hold her to the ground. Clara has the idea that he is capable of much, much more.
Why was she in this hospital bed anyway? Clara leans over so she can see the slip of paper on the table next to her.
'Broken wrist; dislocated elbow;' are among some of the injuries that the paper reads. Clara groans in frustration. So much for making soufflés!
But then she remembers her heartbeat. She doesn't have a heartbeat or a pulse--surely the hospital had noticed that. And if they had, she was in big trouble!
'I see you're awake,' Sherlock says from the chair.
'Sherlock,' she whispers, 'They didn't take my pulse or hear my heartbeat, did they?'
'No,' he answers, and Clara lets out a relieved sigh. 'I noticed you didn't have one, so I asked them not to. Why is that, by the way? Having no heartbeat is impossible.'
Clara grins at the word impossible. 'So I've been told. You needn't linger on that, it doesn't matter.'
Realizing Clara's not going to tell him anything anytime soon, Sherlock sighs in frustration. 'Alright then,' he gets up and looks at Clara expectantly.
Clara frowns. 'What is it?'
'Come on! We were going to find evidence, weren't we?' he says.
'That can't be legal. I haven't even healed!' Clara complains. She did not want to be walking around with an injured arm.
'If you can talk, you can walk.' is Sherlock's reply as he drags her out the door.
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FanficClara has mind wiped the Doctor, and now she is working with Ash (aka Ashildr) at their American diner in London. When she gets framed for a horrible crime, Sherlock and John come to the scene. Will Clara be able to prove her innocence? Oslock/Wholo...
