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Time - A Wholock Fic - Chapter 3 - I'm Fine, JohnPOV: DoctorI smiled as I felt the existence of another Time Lord come out of hiding. I wasn't the only one, after all! I guessed correctly about Sherlock Holmes, I suppose.POV: Sherlock(Hopefully for the rest of the story)Time Lord, welcome back, the voices greeted, whispering in my head.You have been gone a long time from this body.Far too long, in my opinion, I laughed inside my skull."Sherlock, I'm back!" John called from the entry hall of our flat. I picked up a random book, and looking quickly at the book cover, opened it to a random page."Hello, John," I called, flipping the page."Ah. Reading, I see. Well, I'll just leave you to it," he said, going into the kitchen to set down the bags from the shopping he had just arrived from. "Wait. We're on a case. You NEVER read while on a case. It's like you sleeping or eating on a case. It just doesn't happen. What's wrong?""Nothing, John. I'm fine. Well, as fine as someone like me can be, being
Time - A Wholock Fic - Chapter 2 - New LifeJohn and I returned to our flat, and I collapsed on the couch, head lolling back as I tried to make sense of the day's events. Fingering the locket at my neck, I noticed that the voices were quiet. Except the one telling me to open the locket."What's on your mind, Sherlock?" John asked, face filled with worry.Oh, nothing, John, just a voice telling me to open this locket, I thought. But instead, I said, "This locket. I have the oddest feeling that I should try to open it, but all the times I have, it's been stuck. It's the strangest thing, besides that man; the 'Doctor', was he?; at the crime scene earlier today.""Hnn, what? Oh, yes, yes, he was odd. Maybe it just wasn't time for you to open the locket. Maybe you weren't ready, and it being unopenable was psychosomatic.""Perhaps, or perhaps it was always just rusted shut, and somehow recently became operable. Yes, that's always likely, eh, John? John?" I looked around, and he was nowhere to be seen. I must be rubbing off on him,
Time - A Wholock Fic - Chapter 1 - ConfusionI stood, surveying the crime scene. I couldn't even tell what had killed the young girl. And she was young. Fifteen, or so the DNA test said Suana Laite was. Her face, however, told a different story. The wrinkles, crow's feet, and age spots made her seem to be in her late eighties. "John, what do you make of this?" I asked, slightly confused. "I can't make heads nor tails of it.""Really, Sherlock? Not even you can figure out what killed young Suana?" I could hear the playful mockery in my long-time friend's voice. I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak, until we were home. "Well," John said, "it appears she died from... old age. But that isn't possible. Not even in the slightest.""I agree," said a new voice from behind me. "Or at least not natural. Whatever this is, it must've had some sort of temporal flux ray or beam or remote or something." I turned, and there stood a man I had never seen before. He had on a blue suit, with a red tie and a tannish-beige trenchcoat. I could