The Science of Time (a Sherlock and Doctor Who fanfiction)

It has been only a few weeks since my little scene at the top of St. Bartholomew's hospital. I can't imagine pain that John has felt since I saw him at the cemetery. I sometimes feel a pange of guilt for putting John through that, which I don't understand very well. I don't understand emotions unless they are my own. Sometimes, not even then. I am working in Switzerland, a remote place that Mycroft decided I was needed to do work. There is a woman currently lying on my fold out bed in my small rented out cottage in the Alps. She tells me about seeing all of time and space. In a blue call box. She says her name is Clara. And based off my deductions, she isn't lying.

All rights to BBC for creating Sherlock and Doctor Who. All credit to them, except for my ideas.
WARNING: May contain some spoilers.