//Part of my Wholock Series (x). As always, I’m so sorry about killing the english language//

It had taken a while convincing Irene to go back in the TARDIS, and no matter how many times The Doctor asked about Sherlock she would just tell him to be patient.

So he had started doing some cleaning in the hope that she would talk sooner or later.

“What are you doing?” asked him looking up from the circuits of the TARDIS

“Just … calling a friend” answered her with a shrug

He stoped inmediately and stared at her.

“Not him”, clarified Irene “but you just wait”. 

The Doctor snorted and continued his work, she’d make a good companion, he thought, maybe he’ll ask her later …

“Mycroft, dear”, he could hear her talking but he didn’t understand what was going on, he rolled his eyes and started poking some circuits, it was not like he actually knew what he was doing, but he didn’t want to stand there awkardly while she did … whatever the hell she was doing. Irene Adler, definitely not like a name in a fairytale.

—-

Mycroft was in a meeting when his phone rang, he mumbled some apologies before going out and answering it.

“Miss Adler”, he had to admit at first he wasn’t fond of her, but after she helped him cover Sherlock’s “death”, he’d realised they were very similiar.

“You are not going to believe who am I with”, Mycroft sighed and hoped she hadn’t got herself into trouble. No that he cared.

“I’m not playing games, Irene”

“Oh, you are no fun” complained her

“I’m certanly not” he could hear her laugh at the other end

“I’m with the Doctor”

Mycroft had to stop himself from choking

“The Doctor”

“Yes Mycroft, THE Doctor”

“How did you … “

“Long story, but don’t worry, we are on our way”

“Are you sure he can help?” 

“Totally.” 

—-

“It’s all fixed!” screamed the Doctor running to Irene, she hanged her phone and stared at it before smiling. He smiled, too. 

“Good news”, she told him “You are taking us here” she handed him a piece of paper “No questions until we arrive there, understood?”

He turned and silenty started the TARDIS

“Oh, look at you!” teased her “You know I’ve got a thing for cheekbones?”

He laughed silently but didn’t answer. The TARDIS started moving.

“Off we go!”

The Doctor holds the box he’s found at the museum and stares at it, it has something written in Gallifreyan.

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Unusual; but then again, when you are The Doctor you are used to that kind of thing.

It’s a message, the box is old, he looks at it closely, maybe 2000 or 3000 years old. Someone 2000 years back in time is trying to tell him something, but why?

He sets the TARDIS to the date and time written in the box and hopes it’s not something bad.

As soon as he lands, the doors of the TARDIS open and a woman steps in. She’s small, and has dark hair, she’s wearing a trenchcoat and has her lips tinted with blood red lipstick; Hallucinogenic lipstick deduces The Doctor, Oh, she’s clever.

“Hello” says the woman standing infront of him “I’m Irene Adler”

The Doctor looks at her confused, she looks determined and serious, it’s almost as if she knew who he was. Of course she knew, she’d called him after all.

“Erhm, hi miss Adler, I’m The Doctor. May I … ask why did you wrote that?”

“Because I knew you would see it and come here.”

“But why?”

“Because I need help” says her as if it’s the most obvious thing in the universe “You’re not as smart as I thought”

“I’m not smart. I’m brilliant and I don’t plan on helping you if you don’t tell me what’s happening”

“Uh, let see about that” she tells him before stepping out of the TARDIS “I thought you might be interested in some information” her voice trailing off as she walks away.

He’s not sure why, but there’s something about the woman that makes him trust in her.

“Miss Adler! Stop!” he screams while running after her “What kind of information?” she stops and turns around.

“Oh, so you are interested” states her smiling mischievously.

“What kind of information?”  he repeats. Although he has a feeling, he doesn’t want to get his hopes up.

“I know were he is.”

///Part of my Wholock Series. I’m so so sorry about my bad english.(x)///

Wholock. It continues this photoset I made a while ago. I’ve included a story this time.

(x) 

The Doctor stood on the rooftop while he saw Sherlock looking down the edge.

Come on, he thought, You know he’s lying, you’re smart, come on.

It had been a while since he last saw the detective, and there were many things he didn´t knew about him; but he knew Sherlock was in fact, he hated admitting it, brilliant. He wasn’t going to fall into Moriarty’s trap.

“Goodbye John”, The Doctor couldn’t believe it, was he really going to…?

Oh, oh no.

“What?!” his eyes followed in disbelief  as Sherlock threw his phone to the ground. 

There was nothing he could do, he couldn’t interfere. 

Please, please, please.

And then he jumped. 

There are many things you are used to when you are as old and kind as The Doctor, watching one of your friends die, is not one of them.

It doesn’t matter how often it happens. 

The moment Sherlock made his choice and the moment John realised.

“Let’s see”

“Yep, dead”

“And look what we found here .. “

“Shut up”

(x)

This is how I imagine Sherlock and The Doctor working togheter in a case.
Obviously not by own choice.

Jealousy - Darren Criss
In absolutely no position
To be so needlessly unkind
When I’m the one writing this fiction
Make it real in my mind
(x)

Wholock (x)

Based on “The Sontaran Stratagem” dialogue.