A Study In Blink (A Wholock Crossover)

Chapter sixteen

Numbness drowned out every other emotion inside John. He was tired of feeling, tired of being caught unawares, tired of feeling hatred and anger and pain.

Better to numb your feelings.

Better to be heartless than heartbroken.

The girl, Sally Sparrow, had arrived five minutes prior. After saying hello to John, she'd gone straight to the kitchen, to see the phonebox or time machine for herself. A guy with reddish brown hair accompanied her, supposedly Lawrence.

John stood outside the lawn, gazing at the lush green grass. Merely five hours ago had he stood on this exact spot. Merely five hours ago had Sherlock still been alive.

There was a tiny beetle crawling around the blades of the grass, its long antennae darting in and out of sight. His eyes glazed over and the desire of numbness burnt down with new hope. John couldn't believe how slow he had been, and imagined Sherlock's obnoxious voice saying that exact same thing, and for once, he didn't want to punch him.

John hurtled himself back into the house and into the kitchen to find a frowning Sally, a bemused Lawrence and a Lestrade that looked completely disheveled.

"I've... got... it..." He gasped.

"What?" Sally asked.

"You said, you said this was a time machine."

"Yes... and?"

John looked at her incredulously, "and we can save him, we can go back in time, we can go back in time and save Sherlock!"

Stunned silence filled the room, every single eye was glued on John.

Finally, Sally spoke. "John, this isn't how it works."

The numbness that subsided to be replaced by new hope had almost made John forgot what he wanted forgotten. Anger boiled again as he looked at Sally. "I'm sorry?"

"The Doctor taught me a thing or two about time," Sally said unflinchingly, "what is done, is done. There's no changing it. I didn't ask the Doctor to bring Kathy back from the past, it is already a fixed point in time and fixed points should not be messed with."

He didn't know what he felt at that moment. Fear. Anger. Pain. Or all of them together.

"But," John started, "we don't know that. You, don't know that! You said it yourself it's a fixed point. But maybe it's the other way around, maybe Sherlock's already been saved and that's the fixed point. We must figure out a way of, of entering this TARDIS and we must figure out a way of using this machine to get back to Sherlock." John took a deep breath, "and, and we may have hope of helping your Doctor as well."

Lestrade looked dubious, Lawrence slightly scared, Sally alone seemed to understand John's mixed emotions. She had a look of pity etched on her face, her brows furrowed; brown eyes a deep pool of sadness.

"Okay, even if we got the TARDIS door open and even if we somehow learnt how to operate it, I still don't see how we can help Sherlock. For one we don't know where or when he is, he could be anywhere in time, anywhere. But I suppose, there isn't much to do is there? We can't sit around doing nothing." She glanced again at the TARDIS, and her brows creased even more.

"We need a plan, I'm not an expert in alien technology so we need someone who is."

Lestrade turned to look at Sally, "there are experts in alien technology?"

"Yes there is actually, I've met Captain Jack Harkness on only one occasion and that by accident. He works for Torchwood Institute, and, seeing as we both once met the Doctor, I think he'll be able to help."

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Captain Jack Harkness arrived five minutes after Sally called him, which was saying something since Sally told John he was at Cardiff. He wore a long blue coat, which painfully reminded John of Sherlock and he had dark hair, but the resemblance ended there. 

"Captain Jack Harkness," he said, shaking John's hand, "and who are you?"

Behind his back, John saw Sally roll her eyes. 

"Doctor John Watson," said John.

"Well hello there Doctor," he said, winking. 

"Alright," Sally said, striding in between the two men, "as I've told you Jack, the Doctor is in trouble. And we need to help him, but we haven't got the slightest clue where to start. We were hoping you would."

Captain Jack ruffled his hair, seemingly pleased. "What sort of trouble did he managed to get in this time?"

Sally seemed nervous and stole a glance towards John, "I suppose you've heard of the Weeping Angels?"

Author's Notes:

Okay so first a tremendous thanks to you guys! A Study in Blink has reached 1k reads!! Thank you thank you for keeping up with Sherlock and John's adventures, and their new "client" the Doctor! :^)

I woke up this morning and forced myself to sit at my desk and type away,  and I'm really excited about John's end with Jack and Sally in! Next time we'll turn again to Sherlock and the Docotor's dealing with two seperate civilizations, and both will prove just as tricky as the other. Stay tunned guys and Allons-y!

~Emma