Chaos(wholock)

Chapter 7

(Johns POV)

"Drip".... That's one..." Drop"... And that's two. I've been hearing those same bloody "drip drop's for hours. Trying to wiggle out of the ropes again, I wonder how I got into this mess in the first place. Just this morning was normal and now look where I am! "Drip!" I think my hand is almost out... "Drop!" I can feel the chair starting to fall but I know there's nothing I can do to stop myself. "Crash!" Ouch!! Something sharp cut my cheek, my knife. I had landed on the table that was holding my gun and knife. "Drip!" Oh! That time it landed on my cheek. It's cold! "Drop!"

Ignoring the drop on my face, I continue working on getting my hands free. Got it! With only one hand free, I pat the ground around me hoping to find my knife. Ouch! And I've found it. But now I think my hand is bleeding. Carefully, I make sure to grasp it by the handle this time and start cutting the ropes. In no time I'm free. I stand up in the dark feeling along the walls trying to find a door. The door was behind me, but since I fell I've gotten disoriented.

The walls are cold and wet. My hand brushed something metal.. I griped it. Ah! A door handle! Locked. Of course... I felt along the edge of the door and slipped the tip of my knife in the small slit between the door and frame to unlock it. Like you would do with a credit card but a knife. "Click" and with that the door eased open.

Slowly I poked my head out to make sure no one was there. It's just another dark room as far as I can tell. As I walk in I close the door but when I reach back its like there is no door. Ok strange.. Feeling along the walls, I bump into what feels like a stair case. Slowly and carefully, I climb the few stairs that are there and feel around for the door handle. Oh! It's unlocked!!

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(Sherlock's POV)

I watch as the Doctor scans a sleeping Molly on the couch with a sputtering sonic.

"Will she be ok?" I asked concerned. The Doctor looked at his sonic a moment.

"Yes, I believe so. Just needs a bit of sleep. I think the injection was meant to make her drowsy."

After watching her sleep for a bit, I decided to give her my coat. The Doctor watched with a smirk on his face. In the short time I've known the Doctor I've grown to hate that smirk because of what he's thinking. He decided to break the silence first,

"Are you still scared?" I took a deep breath and sighed.

"No."

"Just like that? What changed?" He asked.

"Nothing. I accept I have feelings for Molly but am not going to act on them." I explained coolly.

"Why?" The Doctor asked.

"Because. Everything dies. Everything eventually ends. And getting your emotions in a jumble will not help you. Caring is not an advantage." The Doctor just looked at me... With pity.

"Oh Sherlock. You've no idea how lucky you are. But yet you chose not to live life. Everything ends sometime, yes. Otherwise nothing would ever start."

"Lucky?" I asked.

"Yes, lucky. Humans, you lot are all lucky. You have a life I can never live. I lost my planet... Watched everything and everyone I've ever love die-"

"There you see. Not an advantage."

"You didn't let me finish." The Doctor said. "What's the point in living if you can't enjoy it? If you can't say you had friends. If you never love anyone. I've watched my loved ones leave, replace me, forget me, even die for me. And you know what,? I would never change it."