wholock fanfic chapter 9

"WHAT?!WHO?!WHAT'S GOING ON?!" John was going manik and trying to make his way to aid his friend who was clithing his right arm over his ribs when the doctor he had met first yanked him back by his arm a bright blast of laser scolded the floor where he had stood.
He gawped wide eyed at the mecanical being that had almost blasted his head off whilst the chaos began to unfold the bow tied doctor explained in a rushed voice "Well-" he swiftly doges the left, iorn club arm of the ... thing and pulling Amy out of the fireing line of the right, gun-arm, river takeing the chance to leap over and help the limp Sherlock get to his feet "They're Beretua.And are currently trying to capture a suitable power sorce, so suggest we run" the Beretua swings it's club arm to river and sherlcok's  heads as they ducked in unison and consiquently were covered in rubble from the plaster wall which the arm demolished, River helping Sherlock into a painful, stumbleing run back down the far corridor straight behind Martha's doctor and Martha."Sherlock!" John called but was quickly conferted by the bow tie man with a smile "Don't worry, he's in good hands" Before Marthas realisation interrupts them: "They?!"

"Duck!" Amy orders them. They do so quickly - all three of them used to following that particular command: John with his army history, Martha from travelling the doctor and the doctor...well, being the doctor.A metal arm swooping over them a little too close for confort.John takes off with Martha and the suited doctor - the second Beretua makeing an attempt for the corridor leading back to the TARDIS or the route Sherlock and River took suiside, leaving them no choice but to make for the corridor to the left of it.

The doctor left with Amy and the Heivene girl - Sloa - looked between the two Beretua and then at his team."Daring escape anyone?"

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Noteing that they were not being persued and were definatly a good distance from danger by now, River took sherlock's left arm from around her neck letting him lean his back on the wall to rest and catch his breath "Think i may have a broken rib or two." Sherlock said through his breaths. River smiled at this oppertunity: "No s*** Sherlock" she joked, then realising that he probably diddn't see it as a sarcastic remark."Sorry, i was... why is nobody who understands around when i say something clever?" She complains.
"How was that clever?" asked a confused Sherlock

She sighd, clearly contemplateing what to say."I suppose i could explain without chainging too much stuff in your timeline, concidering your here anyway." She thought out loud."Hm." Sherlock frowned.
"What?" River asked, confused by his confusion.She took a place next to him to lean against the wall, glad to have the chance to chat with the real sherlock holmes.Which to be honest she never imagined would be possible.

"You say that as if my timeline is important, but if 'No s*** Sherlock' was a common sarcastic remark towards something obvious regarding my observation skills im sure I would have heard it , no doubt Donovan or anderson would have alredy used it to mock me in some way, so... what, exactly?"

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"I- I dont think we're being followed." John panted at the Doctor and martha. They stopped running and the doctor gave John a reasuring pat on the back when he bent over to rest his hans on his knees "You alright John watson?" he asked
"Yeah.You do a lot of running then?" John decided to try out his deduction skills and stood back up. Martha raised her eyebrows."You're um, not out of breath,so you must do quite a bit of running" He smiled
"Yeah, yes we do." The doctor answered with a grin and a glance towards Martha "well done"
He praised him "Life with Sherlock. You learn a thing or two." John smiled back.