A Viola's Song

Questions

After Sherlock had told everyone about how he and Irene planned to have Michael do their "dirty work," they tried to come up with something else to do to move things along. But Clara-as always-complained about doing so.

"Wait," Clara said, "It's the middle of the night, and I'm really tired. I didn't get any sleep last night because I was kept up by the Doctor and River-"

The Doctor rushed over to her and covered her mouth. "No, no, they don't need to know about that."

Irene smiled to herself.

But everyone agreed and admitted to also being sleepy, so the Doctor assigned Sherlock and Irene a bedroom. A bedroom.

"I suppose sharing will be okay. And even if it isn't, all the other bedrooms are, well, occupied......never mind. Good night," the Doctor said, then shut the door.

"Well, it's not that much different from out normal situation," Sherlock pointed out.

"I suppose not," Irene agreed before taking off her coat, well, Sherlock's coat, and sliding under the sheets.

Sherlock smirked and got in the space beside her.

"It's smaller," he complained.

"Yes, yes it is," Irene replied.

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The Doctor, being a Timelord, wasn't particularly fond of sleeping. He was fiddling with the TARDIS settings and was going up to check if a certain button worked when-

"I still have questions."

"Oh, Sherlock! Erm, what? Anything."

Sherlock uncrossed his arms and got up from the chair he was sitting on.

"First, when Viola-I mean, me-I mean, the female version of me-died, I felt a pain in my head. Like a bomb had gone off in my head. Why?"

"Oh, that always happens when the alternate version of someone dies. That's what headaches are," the Doctor replied.

"Ok, next, how did you mange to make me and Irene and everyone forget about Hamish? I can't even remember now."

The Doctor sighed. "There was this sort of crack in time that had been following me for a long time. Don't worry, I got rid of it about a year after I....used it. See, what it does is erase anyone who's throw into its path from existence. Hamish never existed."

"Then how can you remember?"

"Timelord."

Sherlock nodded.

There was a long, awkward silence between the two.

"Doctor, how do you know how to love? I see you with River and you both seem so happy," Sherlock said, breaking the silence.

"Hey, I've lived over 2000 years; I have experience," the Doctor replied before turning serious. "Is this about Irene?"

Sherlock's face turned bright red before he nodded slowly.

The Doctor laughed lightly. "You two are more complicated than River and me and that's saying a lot. I can't really tell you. Being you, I guess you'll just have to figure it out for yourself."

Sherlock exhaled sharply and started walking back down the hall before spinning on his heels and saying, "Thank you, Doctor." Then, he walked back to his room.