I gave The Doctor an uneasy glance. Murder? Who got that excited about murder?
Sherlock shoved his way past us and down the stairs. John, The Doctor, and I followed him back to the parlor. Sherlock opened the green door, untied and retied his scarf, and stepped outside. It wasn't until the fresh air wafted inside that I noticed the flat had been extremely stuffy and smelled a bit like tobacco.
The Doctor and I trailed behind Sherlock and John, not sure if they would appreciate us following them. The bustling London street was too much for me to overhear their conversation, but I did pick out a few words, like "Lestrade," "Mycroft," "case," and "murder."
Just as the two men began crossing the street, The Doctor took my elbow and veered off to the left, toward a donut shop. "Where are we going?" I asked, relieved to not be part of a murder investigation.
The Doctor didn't answer me, but kept pulling me forward. Partly, I was glad he was gripping my elbow because if he hadn't been, I feared I would have gotten lost in the crowds. Being from Olympia, Washington, I still hadn't gotten used to the business of London. The Doctor continued to pull me along for about a city block, until we found ourselves right back on Baker Street, staring at the TARDIS. But we weren't the only ones eyeing the spaceship.
The handsome man running his hands along the weathered blue wood looked up, and his sparkling eyes lit up as he revealed a toothy smile and a set of dimples. "Doctor! I couldn't believe it when I heard the TARDIS land! But you're really here!" The man exclaimed, in an American accent, running toward The Doctor. "Well would you look at that," he said, leaning back to inspect The Doctor's outfit. "You've changed! And you're ginger!" He swatted The Doctor on the shoulder. "This is a nice change from the old guy you used to be. And what was that Scottish accent all about anyway?"
The Doctor swatted him back and said, "Hey! Just because I'm not in that body anymore doesn't mean you can insult it!" But while he said it, he was chuckling too. The Doctor turned to me. "Maddison Davis, meet Captain Jack Harkness, an old friend of mine."
It seemed only then that the Captain noticed my presence. His eyes traveled to me and his happy grin turned into a seductive one. "Why hello, Maddison," he said smoothly. "Quite the pleasure, isn't it?" He stooped down and kissed my hand. I blushed and looked away. He had flecks of grey dancing in his dark hair, despite his youthful face. There was something about his eyes that just told me he had seen many, many things. "Please, call me Jack." He smiled and stood back up.
