Something is Wrong (Johnlock and DoctorWho)

Chapter 15- Rain

It was December 25th. Exactly one month from when the Doctress left.

Ghastly weather outside, thunder vibrating glass planes and hail ruining everything for Sherlock on his latest case, and he ended up cussing out Anderson for even showing his face at the crime sene.

The rain was barely letting up, and the sociopath and his blogger ran through the rain and into the familiar 221b, running up the stairs and finding the lights on.

"Sherlock, did you have to cuss Anderson out?" John asked, tossing his coat on a rack beside a beige trench-coat before stopping in his tracks and staring at it.

"No, but I wanted to." Sherlock said, seeing a pink scarf draped over his chair. "And John...."

"Hi boys!" The Doctress said, walking in with bowls. "Hope you don't mind, I made dinner."

"Not at all." Sherlock said, grinning.

"Doctress, good to see you." John said, heading towards the kitchen- which was now spotless and without all the equipment on top of every surface. "What did you do with the sciencey-stuff?"

"I put it all safely away. Nothing is broken and all the substances are bottled." The Doctress said, putting a bowl of pudding down and a bowl of fresh salad. "I'll help Sherlock get it out after the guests arrive and have dinner."

"Guests?" John asked, leaning on the counter.

"Well, some of my friends and most of them are your friends." The Doctress explained. "I even got Mycroft to come, just to limit the amount murder out that might happen."

"You suspect there'll be murder? At a party you invited everyone to without us knowing?" John said disbelievingly.

"You'd be surprised. Anyhow, it's better to spend some time with all you people of this time than forget you and move on, which I don't intend to do." The Doctress said, stirring a bowl of brown cake batter before changing bowls to stir same rainbow colored batter. "Anyhow, Mrs.Hudson said I could have a Christmas party here."

"Ah, that makes sense. Mrs.Hudson wanted us to go out an socialize today or go solve a crime, no doubt to by you time." John said, laughing. "And of all people, you invite Mycroft to help limit murders?"

"Yupa." The Doctress said, her odd accent catching. "And I'm glad you two can't see a big red box outside your flat."

"The TARDIS is outside?" John said, walking away to look out the window and seeing it. "Well then, I guess it is."

"How long has it been for you to waltz over to this time?" Sherlock asked, raising his violin an tuning it. "Since your box can travel through time, it must have taken a few seconds or days."

"Actually, no, it didn't take that long. It took a few seconds for the TARDIS to decide that I had to go save twelve other things involving twelve different planets and bombs and lasers and to take up about two years of my life." The Doctress stated, handing John and Sherlock drinks. "But I learned a lot about cooking. So. It was kind of worth it."

John nodded and took a sip of his drink before draining the cup, Sherlock following suit before the Doctress quickly refilled their cups.

"I take it as you like the drink." The Doctress stated as the boys finished seconds and held their glasses out for a third round. "Ah, no more for you two. Not till the guests arrive."

"That drink is amazing, what is it made of?" John asked, licking his lips.

"A veggie not from here that I have bushels and bushels of." The Doctress answered plainly. "And by not from here, I mean not from this planet."

"That's amazing." commented John.

"Not really, it was pretty much a vegetable and it was harvest time, so the children pretty much gave me all of them that they could wrap their arms around after I saved their world." The Doctress admitted, pouring the batter into cake pans and tossing them into the oven.

"Wow, little kids dumping their vegetables on you after you save their world?" John said, sitting in his chair and causing dust to fly up. "Not a very kind send-off."

"Well I did-" The Doctress was cut off by a all too familiar person walking in the door.

"Hello everybody!" Anderson said, walking in with a bowl of macaroni and cheese.

"Ohhh.... That's what you meant by limiting the amount of murders...." John said, swapping a silent laugh between the Doctress and himself.

"Why the hell is Anderson here!?" Sherlock said angrily, putting up his violin and glaring over at the Doctress.

"Because it's one of the only ways to get some other friends here." The Doctress said, laughing. "Some other friends no doubt you and I have already planned out their deaths are coming too!"

"Yes, like me brother." Mycroft stated, walking in with presents in his arms and a ridiculous scarf on.

"And let's not forget me!" A figure says, walking in.

At the sound of the voice, Sherlock could have murdered someone if anyone was standing near him.

The voice of

Moriarty.

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