Something is Wrong (Johnlock and DoctorWho)

Chapter 6 The Fall

All the people who haven't watched Sherlock GO WATCH IT BEFORE READING OR IT WILL MAKE ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE!
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When dawn arose many things happened. God knows everyone who watched Sherlock knew what happened the last couple of days. So skip to the part in time where Sherlock met on the roof with Moriarty....

'Boom, crash, cha chick!' Went the sound of a sniper as a big burly workman was tumbled over and shot to where he was paralyzed from his arms down.

'Boom, pffft, cha chick!' It went again as a creepy man who was preparing to shoot towards John Watson got a dose of moose tranquilizer.

'Boom, chi, chi chick!' It repeated as several men were shot, but not killed, as they waited for the permission or order not to shoot from their employer.

The Doctress sighed heavily, pushing back her brown curls as she straightened from her sniper's roost, finally taking down the last one stalking John. She slid down the stair railing, squeezing her trench coat tightly around her as she thanked the owner of the building and notified Mycroft of the now tranquillized sniper sitting on the third floor of a bakery.

"Thank you. Now please get to watching my brother, he has a habit of being.... unpredictable." Mycroft told the Doctress over the phone.

"Sure thing." She assured, taking a breath and hanging up on Mycroft before he could boss her around or anything of the sorts.

She walked across the road, looking at the taxis drive by. One held a worried looking John. She followed that one, sprinting as she kept him in her sight, before he demanded to be let out and held the phone to his ear, glancing around quickly, his gaze flicking up to above the Doctress, and she too looked up.

Up on the roof was Sherlock, looking across at John, talking to John via the phone he was holding.

The Doctress felt fear rush through her. Don't do it. She silently begged, taking two steps back still looking up. I took care of them.

Sherlock hung up the phone and fell forwards.

Time seemed to slow, as it always seemed to do with the Doctress at the moments she needed the time the most. The slow pulse of her heart when she stopped a bomb, the time she saved the teenage girl Mrs.Hudson from being shot in the head, the adrenalin she felt when she took the dooms day controls from the insane maniac who would have blown up the world. All these times, she could change the past and give the world better futures.

She dashed towards where he would land, balling her hands into fists and then raising them and opening them at an angle, knocking Sherlock from his fall and sending her sliding on the pavement, a crunch or three emitting from breaking ribs, and the tear of fabric and the searing pain of skin being torn. The breath was knocked out of her, both arms clutched around the Consulting Detective, she let the world go black.