Something is Wrong (Johnlock and DoctorWho)

Chapter 12 John and the TARDIS

John had followed after the Doctress, and pushed open the the red door slowly, unsure of what he was seeing as he walked into the massive room. He walked slowly backwards back outside the box and knocked on the outside, disbelieving, before walking back into the entry way and closing the door behind him. He heard a small and pathetic laugh from inside, snapping him from his daze.

The Doctress looked up at the sound of footsteps, surprised. "Well, now you found the emotional wreck." She informed him, wiping her face to get rid of the tears.

"Yes I guess I did. Where- Where are we?" He asked, looking at the controls confusedly.

"In the time and relative dimension in space, also known more simply as the TARDIS." The Doctress explained, giving a small smile at John's surprised face. The Doctress patted the cushion beside her, beckoning him to sit down. "Come on John, I'll get you something to eat."

John nodded, sitting down as the Doctress stood up and went into her endlessly supplied kitchen.

The Doctress made some toast- simply by cutting bread with a laser knife with butter on it- and some tea, bringing it out to John by the controls. "Bigger on the outside isn't it?" She joked.

John laughed, finally loosening his shoulders. "I don't believe so."

"Hmm." The Doctress sat beside John and thought. "I want you to see something, follow me." The Doctress said suddenly, picking up the tea and leading the way for the hedgehog. She walked down some stairs and pulled a lever and pushed a button, opening up the archives and realizing, with a sudden twirl, not dropping as much of a drop of tea, as she double checked, that she had left her bag full of future events with Sherlock.

"Sherlock probably found my other papers by now, but I at least can give you the summary of what's going on here." The Doctress said, walking in the archives.

"Heeeellooo, Doooctreeesss." Finnick said, scaring John with his sudden appearance.

"It's a giant pepper shaker!" John exclaimed, following the Doctress quickly.

"It's name is Finnick, you bloke, now read this." The Doctress said, shoving a newspaper at John.

"I didn't mean to offend, but it's not normal to see a giant pepper shaker." John said, looking down at the paper in his hands. He swallowed hard, then whispered. "How is this....?"

"Possible?" The Doctress said, taking the 'Sherlock Jumped' newspaper away from a paling John. "Well, the TARDIS is a time machine John, think about that."

"That paper came out yesterday, but that never happened, and that paper cannot be real!" John argued.

"Look around John. That cannot be real? When you are standing inside a TARDIS, of all things? I stopped that from happening, John. That's why I was there. At that moment. And besides," The Doctress paused, taking the paper from him and putting the newspaper into a filing cabinet, "I wouldn't lie. He tried to beat me at chess."

"So, what was that back there?" John asked, sitting in the Doctress's office chair.

"Me, being sentimental. Because Sherlock decided to play chess with me.... No one challenges me these days, and I gladly took him on. He tried to figure me out, and he's like a curious kid. I found a few papers on him. I found out about his.... fall. And I decided to save him. Everything I said back there was true." The Doctress nodded, closing and opening drawers.

"Even about...."

"Even about you and Sherlock." The Doctress completed, walking towards the door.

"So, he likes me? I find that hard to believe." John said, standing up and following after her.

"He hides it well now, doesn't he?" The Doctress said, talking more directly to John. "He types it in morse when he's around you, when company is about. He does it when someone talks, or when crap telly is on. It's clever. He's scared of letting you know."

"You can tell this, how exactly...?" John asked, knowing she had been only around for two days.

"How he acts around you, how he purposely brushes against you, how he acts so stone faced with everyone else but you.... The evidence is there. You are his favorite. The only problem is that he does not realize how to show you, or even what his motive is for having the emotion. And it's funny, how fire sorts out one's priorities. Like the many times that you where threatened to be killed, he panicked." The Doctress took a breath. "You, John, are his top priority."