Something is Wrong (Johnlock and DoctorWho)

Chapter 5 Learn

It was a bland room the Doctress slept in, 221d, face down in her pillow at first, then on her back, then on her side, before she finally gave in and turned facing the wall on her back, scooting forwards and resting her legs up against the white wall. She would have looked like she was sitting, if anyone poked their head into 221d's window and looked down.

She was an oddball, yet the Doctress didn't care. She clasped her hands together and made a gun shape, aiming it at her head and pulling the trigger. "Just go to sleep." She told herself sternly.

She shifted again, letting one leg fall to the side barely, then guessing the time and moving her legs to look like the hands of a clock at 9, before finally closing her eyes. She began falling into a sleep filled with plans, plotting everything, thinking out every move, bringing up all answers to why the brilliant man would jump, and every detail to the last penny she would have to pick up. These were all restless dreams however, images she would forget when she opened her eyes.

The clock downstairs chimed 12 o'clock, causing her to wake with a start and swing her legs off the wall. Her head was fuzzy and her legs were numb, yet pushed herself off the bed, tossing on some clothes and leaving the house briskly. She went into the TARDIS and began reading everything she could find on Sherlock Holmes and his blogger, John Watson.

For the next week, she found was a lot of newspapers called him a fake detective. After meeting the man, the Doctress doubted highly that the truth was on the papers. Flipping to another page, she found another picture of him in the background, behind a famous sports player. The Doctress stopped in her tracks and reread the date, which was dated exactly at the end of her week.

"So you don't jump, then? Or did you....?" The Doctress asked, talking to the plain air, then pondered. He had jumped, she decided, and he would survive somehow. She flipped a few pages and stopped on an article about John and Mrs.Hudson.

The Doctress clutched her chest at the article. 221b was in shambles, a dark mass missing the front wall with one dead Mrs.Hudson and John Watson. If she could stop nothing else in this timeline, she would stop that.

The Doctress caught her breath, knowing she needed to convince her TARDIS to stay longer if the week didn't go as planned. Releasing the breath, she decided she would break every rule in the universe if she needed to, anything to save them.

Finnick's squeaky wheel caused the Doctress to shoot up in her chair in fright, before she saw him and took a breath, sitting back down. "Hi, Finnick."

"Heeeellllooo." Finnick said, dragging the e more than he usually did.

"Need anything, buddy?" The Doctress asked, looking back at her papers.

"Noooo. But I doo haaave neeeews." Finnick said mechanically.

"Alright, then." The Doctress said, putting a paper on a pile she had made."What's the news?"

"Moriarty is Sheeeerloock's riiival." Finnick dragged, bringing a stack of papers with a brightly smiling man on them, all labeling him as Moriarty.

"Excellent job, Finnick." The Doctress praised, patting the giant pepper shaker on the back and taking the paper.

She quickly read through the headlines and stopped at a page, called E-Sclusive, stating that Moriarty was 'hired' and believed he was putting on a show. He claimed he had acted as a hired actor for Sherlock for his murder-crime spree.

The Doctress stood up and flipped through the pile, and found one newspaper where Moriarty had used code to break into three of the most highly protected places in England. Surely these idiots placed one and two together...! The Doctress thought angrily, now realizing that the camera in Sherlock's office was not his, but Moriarty's.

Moriarty used the code to make himself a background and checks and paperwork to match to make a safety net that he could fall back on in case anything knocked him off his high-wire. Moriarty, whoever this bloke may call himself, would have guns on Mrs.Hudson and John. Sherlock would never dare risk them, nor did he risk actually dying. John would be crushed if he did.

The Doctress angrily tossed the papers back into the file, shuffling out of the TARDIS into the cold dark night, and started walking.

The time-traveler had to prepare to make sure nothing killed Sherlock, and he did not jump off the roof. She was preparing to change time completely.