Stuck in An Ending Eternity (A Wholock Fanfic)

Chapter One

Sherlock Holmes sighed. Cars were so unreliable. Especially if they belonged to your used-to-be flatmate's wife. The consulting detective hadn't seen his friend, Dr. John Watson, in, had it been months? The doctor had been  gone on his honeymoon, bless his soul, for a day. Sherlock, the expert of seizing opportunities, seized this chance to not pay the cab fare and take a car. 

The car was well loved and had many dents in it's fender bender, but, according to Watson, if it had four wheels and could get him where he needed to go, he didn't care what it looked like. His wife thought the same. Also, they both thought that Sherlock Holmes was the most brilliant psychopath (they, including Mr. Holmes, decided that he actually cared about the feelings of others, and was therefore not a sociopath) the pair had ever met. 

This car was stubborn. Considering the fact that Sherlock  squeezed his passing grade out of the instructor by freaking him out. He slammed his hand down on the wheel. 

"Stupid machines," he said loudly, "Why can't they just work like my brain?! Efficiently and without any hesitation." The consulting detective was in a particularly rotten mood today. He was trying to suppress his one emotion: he was missing John. The loner was missing his fantastical adventures with his sidekick army doctor. He was constantly on John's blog that he managed to keep up, looking at new posts and old posts. Most of the pictures were of Watson and Mrs. Watson. 

Frustrated, he slammed the gas. "Oh..." he mumbled, realizing he had never put the keys in the ignition. Fumbling, Sherlock injected the keys into the keyhole forcefully. If there was one thing he was enjoying about remembering his current lifestyle, it was used to be being Lestrade's secret detective. Even Sally Donavan and thick headed Anderson did'nt know it was actually Sherlock Holmes solving their cases for a while. But then the world found out that he was in fact alive, and decided to honor that with a silly hashtag: #sherlocklives . 

"To the crime scene!" Sherlock floored the gas, speeding, but no one seemed to notice it in London. And that darned detective was laughing... 

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"Amy! Hit that shiny button!" 

"Which one?!" 

"The one making the flippty-floppty noises!" 

"NOT HELPING, DOCTOR!" An exasperated Amy Pond yelled at the Doctor. The TARDIS was going nuts, sending the pair way off course. Right now they were crashing towards Earth, in a very unorderly fashion (well duh, they were crashing). 

"Hold onto something, Amy Pond!" yelled the bumbling Doctor as he messed around with the TARDIS controls. He hit the button that he had tried to command Amy to hit, which just made matters much worse. 

Amy lost her footing and grabbed a handle on the walkway desperately. "Doctor!" 

The Doctor only laughed, adjusting his bowtie with one hand. The TARDIS jerked to the side and he went rolling while screaming, "GERONIMO!!!" 

Even in the circumstances, Amy smiled and rolled her eyes.