Sherlock and Charlotte

ONE SHOT

Okay so this is not part of the fanfiction that is yet to go up this is just some writing practice for myself.

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THIRD PERSON POV

Charlotte and the Doctor had just gotten into a fight. She had been depressed lately about being a time lady. It felt so new and she hated it. When Charlotte tried telling the Doctor about her feelings it didn't go to well. "WHAT?! What do you mean you want me to turn you into a human again!? It could hurt you! You'll forget about me" He yelled from the other side of the console moving closer to her with every move. "Doctor, just shut up and listen! I feel so emotionless! When I was human EVERYTHING FELT BETTER! NOW I JUst feel like... nothing... empty." Charlotte sighed out the last part. The Doctor still refused to help her. So... she left. Just like that she ran out the TARDIS doors. Today was supposed to be a good day for her and The Doctor. He rubbed his face and leaned up against the console. 'What have I done' he thought to himself.

Charlotte ran out the doors and didn't turn back. She had to calm herself down. A tear ran down her face. It burned. The cold air helped cool her down but by the time she was cool it began to grow too cold for her. She noticed she was in London but something felt off about it. Probably a different dimension London. 'That idiot' Charlotte murmured in her own head. She pulled the sleeves of her blue sweater past her hands and crossed her arms. She found herself on a semi busy street that seemed pretty sketchy. She had no idea where to go but she had to find some place quick or she would freeze. 'If it is anything like the London I am from' she thought 'There must be a hotel just around this upcoming cor- '

All of a sudden she was pushed by an unknown force that just so happened to be turning the same corner. Charlotte closed her eyes preparing for impact but never hit the ground. Someone was... holding her... she opened her eyes to see a towering man, arms wrapped around her waist, staring at her. "umm, thanks you can uh let go of me now" He had ebony hair, eyes that kissed sand shores and cheek bones that could possibly kill a man. He snapped out of what seemed to be a haze and get Charlotte back on her feet. "No... problem" He seemed confused. "Is something wrong?" She asked as the mysterious man circled around her. Charlotte's hearts beat a little faster. 'This is a tad bit uncomfortable' she thought as he stood up facing her. The man held out his hand for her to shake. "Sherlock Holmes" he spoke.

CHARLOTTE'S POV---

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THIRD PERSON POV

Charlotte was shocked. The Sherlock Holmes wasstanding right in front of her. She pulled her icy hand out from her sweaterand shook his. "Charlotte Prescott" she said. He flinched a little from thetouch of her hand. It was so cold. "You are freezing" Sherlock said blankly. Hethen took off his coat and handed it to Charlotte. "Here. The address is 221bbacker street. If you need anything that is where I will be" He said. She gladlyaccepted his coat. On her it almost touched the ground. He began to run off againbut Charlotte stopped him. "Umm actually Sherlock" he turned around. His facealmost made her hearts stop. "I don't have anywhere to stay... Would you mind ifI stay with you?" she said shamefully. It seemed so desperate of her but Sherlockdidn't hesitate to take her up on that offer. It was, of course, because hecouldn't deduce her.