wholock fanfic chapter 12

Sherlock attempted to take his weight off the wall but soon collapsed against it 'good job they dont know where we are' River made a mental note as she stopped Sherlock , who was still trying and failing to hide the fact that he was badly injered. "Stop stop stop, we cant go on like this - we're gonna have to bandage it somehow." She informed him when she had managed to stop him against the wall, gripping his sholders so he coulden't wriggle out of her grasp.Not that he would get far.

"It's fine." Sherlock moaned and began to try shuffle along the wall again but she forced his sholders flat on the wall causing him to wince."Sorry." she told him more as a statement than an apology.She thought for a moment as to what to use as a bandage whilst he shifted uncomfortably, then looking up to him and telling him flatly: "You owe me a new shirt." she then let go of him whilst she tore a few strips of the fabric from her top from around her weistline.

When she tried to secure them around his ribs he refused to stay still and took a step away from her at every chance he got.After a while of this she began to get agitated so she grabbed his suit collar with both hands and held her face centemeters away from his, speaking three clear words that sceared him much more than nececarry "This means NOTHING." then pulled him closer and kissed him. He flailed his arms a bit in a mixture of surprise and protest before he felt himself going limp and his eyes falling heavy.

When she was sure he was well and truly knocked out (mostly because she enjoyed that more than she should've and was trying to make it last)she pulled away from him and lay him on the floor. "Hallucinogenic lipstick. Never fails." she murmered to herself whilst she wrapped the shirt fabric - bandages around the grait detective.

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When the manick laughter had died down and Sloa found her feet and the new larger party began on their search for Sherlock and River, John's curiosity of how the hell that scene had come to be roused questions. "So," He adressed the teenage - looking girl who walked behind him, mars mud squelching in her now brown shoues "What exactly ARE you? some sort of escaped genetic experement from baskerville?" He queried, causing the girl to chuckle "Whatever the hell baskerville is, no." She replied. If he hadn't seen her jump 10 feet into the air and hover there on smoke erlier he might have thought she was any old teen.

"Like i said, she's a Heivene." The spiky haired Doctor answered.
"Not any old Heivene mind!" the outher Doctor joined in, resting an arm on her sholder then takeing it away when he remembered she was covered in red mud "A fugative Heivene!" he declared as if it was something she should be awarded a medal for. "Fugative? that's a good thing? What IS a Heivene anyway?" John felt like a small child surrounded by 'all knowing' grown - ups. "We're an alien race. Most of us belive that anything of luxery is unececary and a distaction to finding 'the higher perpose' or 'the meaning of life' so they destroy it.With this." She waved a hand and a small amount of the greyish smoke trailed around it. "It's called escence, it burns through stuff. And baisicly if a Heivene dosn't agree, they get killed.That's why i'm a fugative, i'm on the run, or i was, until the Doctor found me and bought me to earth." She explained casually.
"Right." was all he could manage. "And what were those two robot things?" he asked
"one."corrected Sloa "I took one out by burning through the water pipe. that's why i'm wet."she finished
"I'll explain that when we're all together." The Doctor in the bow tie anounced.

"So... were exactly are we going?" Amy asked her doctor makeing him stop suddenly, as did the rest of them following, exept for sloa who walked streight into the Doctor in the tweed, leaving a big muddy patch on his back. "I think it's time us girls led a team talk." Amy directed this to Martha who nodded enthusiasticly and Sloa who was trying to scrape mud off the doctor's jacket.