Something is Wrong (Johnlock and DoctorWho)

Chapter 9 A Drive

Someone nudged the Doctress. Then they nudged her harder. They kept nudging her.

"Leave me alllooooooonnneee." She wined, rolling over- and onto the floor with a grunt. The little fall did not wake her up fully. Still, the Doctress groaned and looked up, wrapped in a sheet and rubbing one eye in drowsiness.

"I'm so sorry, you were taking up all the chairs!" John tried to help her up, putting a bag that was in his arm onto one of the now empty seats.

"Yea, I was." The Doctress said nodding, and then yawned, sitting up on the floor.

"Well, come on." John encouraged, helping her up before going and taking Sherlock's clothes. He began tossing clothes into the bag, "Time to leave the hospital."

"Huh? Oh yea...." The Doctress mumbled, looking around. "What can I-" She stopped to let out yet another yawn, "-do?"

"Well, you can start by moving the sheets and pillows out of this room and back wherever they were? Go on now." John encouraged her, folding Sherlock's blue scarf gingerly with a loving look on his face, putting it into the bag.

The Doctress definitely noticed, before obeying and began picking up the sheets and the pillow and returned them to her room. She quickly grabbed her own clothes from a corner of the room before hurrying back over to John.

"John?" She asked in almost a panic, "Where is Sherlock?"

"He's waiting out in the car, come along with me now." John insisted, grabbing her hand and leading her out of the hospital to a very nice black car out front, yanking open a door for her and pushing her in. "Scoot over!" He demanded, sliding in himself.

The Doctress yawned yet again, all too tired to care that she was between two men, Sherlock and his blogger, or even to care that John pulled her about. She was sleep-deprived on all levels and the last two nights of sleep only reminded her that she needed more.

The Doctress's eyes blinked slowly, feeling stickier together, and felt something hit her shoulder. She turned her head to see Sherlock had fallen asleep on her. Chuckling and feeling safe, she laid her head on John's shoulder, closing her eyes as the car sped through traffic. The blogger didn't seem to mind too much.

The Doctress could tell that Sherlock was not actually asleep, and that John was blushing, but she didn't really care. She was enjoying the rest she was getting. She needed at least a century's worth of good sleep to make up for what she lost.

Sherlock was testing a theory. He had let his head fall on the Doctress's shoulder and he heard a faint chuckle, before she rested her head against John- who by the sound of his momentary spur of odd breathing, had overthought things.

The car pulled to a stop and Sherlock pretended to stir, then lightly nudged her- not as rough as John had on the other side, but enough to wake her. She seemed suddenly very sleepy and vulnerable as she rubbed her eyes and stretched between them, holding no anger or tenseness or mysterious aura.

John quickly got out, holding open the door for the two. "Here we are, Sherlock." John said. The Doctress caught on to who John favored, but Sherlock seemed oblivious with his eyes on her.

"Yes, now someone can go to sleep." Sherlock answered, testing for an angry comment that he thought she would react with.

"Yea, all of us need sleep, I think. You, me, and John." The Doctress encouraged, unlocking the door to 221b and then pushing it open for them. "Mainly you, Sherlock. You almost fell asleep, and John almost has bags under his eyes from worrying too hard. After we all get some much needed rest, I think I'm taking you boys out to eat." The Doctress grinned to them, walking down the street to 221d. She waved at the boys, opening her door and stepping though, closing the door shut behind her.

Sherlock was left with an expression of thoughtfulness, while John's mouth was open like he was about to object to her words about himself, but he quickly shut his mouth when she walked off.

"Is she some type of... sociopath?" John asked after a few seconds.

"You could say that." Sherlock said, purposely, yet lightly, brushing against John as he walked into 221b.

"Where you really awake all that time?" John asked.

"Yes, I was." Sherlock stated, closing and locking the door behind him before walking up the stairs and to his bed, taking off his scarf and coat, getting into bed.

"And she was too?" John asked.

"Not through the whole ride, she fell asleep after resting her head on your shoulder." Sherlock informed from his pillow.

John sat down in his chair and pulled off his boots, thinking. "Get some rest then Sherl, I guess we're going to dinner."