The one thing the Doctress forgot to add to her calculations was her own interference. And Mycroft. Mainly Mycroft. He neglected to inform Sherlock of their plans.
The Doctress angrily looked around her small room she woke up in, one of her legs in a cast above the bed. She huffed and sat up, wincing as a tight cast around her waist shifted, grabbing a hospital phone from off the nightstand and dialed Mycroft, ready to pummel him if he didn't answer. Besides the phone on the stand, there was also a white and blue bouncy-ball, which changed her mood slightly.
"Mycroft." He answered.
"You didn't call your brother. You didn't look for your brother to warn him. Now, I am stuck in a hospital Mycroft!" The Doctress yelled at the phone.
"I realize that." He answered calmly. "I thought he would notice the sound of your gun, and if I called him Moriarty would know, now wouldn't he have?"
"Mycroft, I swear...."
"Swear what? That you'll snipe me off my roof? To get me a box of chocolates? I must say I am intrigued. But I have to answer another call. Bye."
"You are so dead....!" The Doctress started, but the line already went dead.
The Doctress sighed and, still in a bad mood, fell back into her pillow, examining the room around her.
She turned, seeing the bouncy-ball sitting harmlessly at an arm's reach. The Doctress grinned, grabbing the ball and taking aim.
She bounced it, sending it out into an open hospital hallway, and it came back to her in a few bounces. The Doctress continued her game, aiming it above certain nurses heads as they smiled or laughed or angrily passed by.
"Hello!" A voice from the next room said. "Would you aim that into my room?"
"Of course, Sherlock." The Doctress replied, surprised that he was one room over, and tossed the ball which bounced off sideways and into the other room.
Silence settled all through the little rooms down the hallway, the only sound being the 'thunk' of the ball hitting the floor or wall as it bounced to and from the two rooms, and the scuffle of the doctors and nurses walking or running by. Sherlock hit the wall wrong a few bounces in the game, causing the ball to lose speed and stop in the hallway.
The Doctress swung out of her bed and walked over to the ball, the casts on her leg and her waist more like a dead weight then any help, because the leg and ribs most likely healed by then. That was one of the perks of being a Timelord- you get some cool friends and regenerate sometimes, or just heal ten times faster than humans.
The Doctress looked in Sherlock's room, and bounced the ball to him. "Hello, Sherlock." She said boredly as Sherlock, in the same blue sheet-like hospital garments she wore, caught the ball with one hand and changed his TV's channel with the other.
"Hello." He greeted, stopping at a news station and sitting on his bed to watch it before turning to her and tossing the ball back.
The Doctress caught the ball before becoming self-aware and fixing her own sheet like garment, and bouncing the ball back at Sherlock, who continued the game without looking as he watched the news.
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Something is Wrong (Johnlock and DoctorWho)
FanfictionWarning ⚠️ This is an old story that contains Johnlock and a self-insert OC from 2014. Synopsis; The Doctress is a Timelord who would prefer it if everyone stopped judging the red box by its cover. A mix of Sherlock and Doctor Who, this story is fi...
