Something is Wrong (Johnlock and DoctorWho)

Chapter 13- Warning, Johnlock

Sherlock made tea for John and the Doctress as an 'apology'. He didn't know how else to apologize besides the tea and a talk. He had something new to test out, to observe, and he hoped that his blogger would forgive him.

The Doctress's words hit him. He could not observe himself. He could not deduce why he acted so nice to John when everyone else just annoyed him. He couldn't tell his sexuality, though many girls eyed him. He just hadn't been interested, but John had him interested.

The Doctress and John walked in talking, more like John asking endless questions that Sherlock could not make out. The Doctress answered in simple, short sentences, looking happy and bright.

"Does your TARDIS have cup holders?" John asked jokingly, Sherlock catching a sentence of there conversation, something like 'no John of course it doesn't!' and a fit of laughter answering.

John stopped asking questions as he walked in the room, grinning happily like the time he had discovered a coffee machine hidden in a cupboard.

"I made tea." Sherlock stated.

"Awesome." The Doctress said, like an American, no anger or sudden sadness in her voice. Sherlock was surprised. He had expected her to be fuming like anyone else he had pulled a test on.

"Doctress, one more." John said, ignoring Sherlock as he sat down in his chair. "Does that thing have a classroom? Like for teaching different alien languages?" He asked.

"Yes, surprisingly. In the back, behind all the papers you saw." The Doctress answered, sitting on the floor. "Now that's eleven questions, no more!"

Sherlock looked at them confusedly, then handed them tea. The Doctress sniffed it, and giggled at the inside joke, taking a sip of the non-poisoned tea.

"Great tea, Sherlock." She complimented, John smiling too as he drank his tea. The Doctress finished hers and put the cup in the sink and chuckled before waving at John by slowly moving her hand back and forth, somehow a personal message between the two even though they where only out for a few minutes. "Bye guys!" She called, closing the door behind her.

"What's the secret?" Sherlock asked, turning to John.

"If I told you it wouldn't be a secret, would it Sherlock?" John answered, some new sense of courage now blossoming. He seemed to know a great secret about something.

"No, it wouldn't be." Sherlock answered, sitting on the floor in front of John.

"What are you doing Sherlock?" John asked, putting his tea to the side.

"Testing something." Sherlock said. 'What if this doesn't work!?' He thought, suddenly doubting himself.

"The last time you tested something it made the Doctress walk out of the room in a mood!" John commented.

'Since when does John say 'the last time' instead of 'when'? Wouldn't he have said when you last tested something, the lady walked out of the room? It sounds like he was gone for a week!' Sherlock noted to himself. 'Maybe I shouldn't- no I have to know.' He argued with himself, leaning closer to John, 'Maybe he likes the Doctress, maybe....' He stopped thinking, leaning in close to John's face.

"S-Sherlock....!" John said, his pupils dilating, his heart beating faster as Sherlock's face came closer.

Sherlock's cupid-bow lips touched John's, sending their hearts beating. He wasn't sure how to do this, the kiss short and unprepared.

"I am sorry, John...." Sherlock said, drawing away. He couldn't imagine the kiss being returned.

"What for?" John said in a daze, pulling Sherlock back and kissing him on the lips.

"I- I-" Sherlock stuttered when they parted this time, being cut off again by a third soft kiss.

"Guys, I think I left my scarf!" The Doctress called from outside the door. Sherlock quickly stood up and grabbed the pink scarf off the floor, opening the door and tossing it in her face before turning around to John, face a dark red.

"Ohhhh.... Sorry for interrupting gentlemen!" The Doctress apologized, somehow understanding, "I'll be back in about a month or so if you need me!" She called, her voice fading as she walked down the stairs and out to her red box, laughing to herself about the cute couple.

Sherlock watched her from the window, John finishing his tea as he watched over Sherlock's shoulder, watching as she opened the red box's door, sliding in, and the box started making a sound.

It slowly faded right before the men's eyes, and Sherlock suddenly realized just who he had met and how serious the meeting was.

He had met the savior of centuries and futures, of planets and galaxies, of humanity itself.

And she had stopped to save him, just to save him, because he played a game of chess with her.

He had met the Doctress.