Sherlock rolled out of bed when her heard the knocking downstairs, and began his plan he had formulated before bed. He would need John and the Doctress in the same room, and he needed them to not be talking or it would ruin the whole purpose of his test. He also needed them not to be in a restaurant where any other people could overhear him, which he knew how to avoid.
He skipped a few stairs coming down to the first floor, unlocking the door and flinging it open.
The Doctress looked like a pretty little thing to Sherlock, her hair let loose in her definitely beige trench coat, a thick pink scarf around her neck- a color which she apparently hated because it's lack of use and how she simply tossed it on. Sherlock couldn't wait to toy with her.
"Morning Sherlock." She said in a manner that said 'it's not morning but come on let's go'.
"One thing please, are you sure you cleared the house of all cameras?" He asked, trying to make a questionable face.
"No. I-" The Doctress started.
"Come on in and let's look for them." Sherlock said, launching his plan into action.
"Umm sure." The Doctress replied, caught off guard.
She walked in and took off her boots, placing them by the door. A family learned habit, Sherlock deduced. Boring. He continued his study.
He led her upstairs and opened the door, letting her walk in ahead of him, and immediately she looked up for cameras up above. John walked in, just in time, and Sherlock closed the door and locked it.
The Doctress heard the click but did not turn of react to it, but kept looking for cameras. That's what she was there to do, right? Cancel going out to eat so Sherlock could lock them in a room and have her look for cameras.
Sherlock started tapping on the table. Tap tap, pause. Tap tap tap tap pause.
John stopped making tea, and the Doctress pretended to be looking intensely at the book shelf, both of them listening to the morse code Sherlock was tapping.
'I love you.' It tapped, then he repeated, and Sherlock watched them, wondering how they would react to his experiment. After repeating it again, the Doctress went back to working on the shelves, thinking that the tapping was for John.
John went back to making tea, unable to tell who the tapping was for.
After the umpteenth time, Sherlock stopped, and tapped something else, just to see a reaction.
'John.'
John stopped still, teapot in hand, and the Doctress placed a book back on the shelf, deciding not to react to the morse.
John looked over at the Doctress, who was scanning shelves. He guessed that she did not understand morse and tapped on the counter beside him. 'What's the meaning of this Sherlock?' He tapped in morse.
'It's a study. I wanted to see if that agent knows morse-'
'Sherlock. No-.'
A third tapping joined the room. 'Are you both going to tap it out all day or do you want to say it out loud? Because I will leave.'
"So you do know morse!" John exclaimed.
"No, I only tapped since you two were doing it. Of course I know morse!" The Doctress snapped sarcastically.
"What war?" Sherlock asked, standing up. "World War two?" He knew that was probably impossible, but she got defensive.
"I don't really have to answer that! But.... a question for a question that you won't answer- why the hell would you morse code a love letter in the middle of the room and try to see the outcome? You morse coded 'I love you' when you where with John several times, simply because the outcome would you would get a reaction that you expected- and that is what you enjoy! Reactions! But at the same time, you truly love your blogger.
"You might never show it, but I know what I see. Quite simply, as you observe me and I observe you, but you cannot observe yourself Sherlock. You two a wonderful pair and all, but clueless and ignorant of each other, and that's why you aren't a couple yet. Fix it!
"I am simply here for a moment, and as soon as I stop a bomb and get paid, I am leaving. Leaving this street and this country, and I have no clue where I'm going to go. As much as I do love this place, and it is wonderful with lots of adventure laying around, if I stay I'll be brutally murdered because I know every little detail about your enemies' plans to kill you both." The Doctress gave her short hurried speech, keeping back tears as she said the last part. "I don't want either of you to die. Please stop messing around." She walked away, unlocked the door, and ran out without her shoes. The woman swung into her TARDIS, on the verge of tears.
She plopped down onto a sofa and put her elbows on her knees, resting her head in her hands.
"Idiots." She whispered, letting tears fall down her face and onto her scarf. I'm too emotional! She thought, making her let out a pathetic laugh, wiping her tears away with the heels of her hands.
"Just laugh when your sad, if you laugh it makes it easier!" A kind figure once told her, his blue TARDIS behind him. "Chin up, look proud, we're the Doctors!"
"But brother!" A little girl had argued, "I may never see you again!"
"We'll always find each other, sis." The young Doctor had insisted, bending down to the little girl's size. "You'll get your own TARDIS sis, then we'll run into each other along the road."
"I-If you're sure." The little girl stammered, watching her brother walk into the TARDIS.
"Bye, sis."
"Bye, brother!"
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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...
