The Sorrow of the Doctor by LadyKailitha, literature
Literature
The Sorrow of the Doctor
Clara was freaking out. The Doctor had decided to pay a visit on the worse day imaginable. The Chairman of Governors was making his yearly tour of the school today.
"Doctor, you turn around this instant!" she said, panic starting to rise. She tried pushing him back into the TARDIS, but he wouldn't budge. He dug in his heels and looked down his nose at her.
"Why?" His voice was rough and cold.
"Because," was Clara's clipped response.
"Why?" he asked more firmly.
"This is a very important day for me. I could get fired if you muck this up for me."
"Oh. What's so important, then?" the Doctor asked.
"I just explained it to you," she huffed.
I... I can't get these memories out of my mind.
And some kind of Madness,
Has started to evolve, mmm.
John stood in the center of the flat he had shared with Sherlock those fantastic eighteen months. He was back for the first time since Mrs. Hudson asked him to help her clean out Sherlock's things. He had promised to help her, oh, so many times. But he could never bring himself to walk up those seventeen steps. He looked around as the memories flooded him.
The human skull. Mrs. Hudson taking it away when Sherlock was obnoxious. Sherlock's insistence that it was real. John supposed it could be. It would fit with the rest of the genius's pers
I stared at the calendar in disbelief. Shit, shit, shit! Valentine's Day was next week. This would be Sherlock's and my first one together. I wasn't even sure if he wanted to do anything at all. He didn't like holidays in general. Granted Christmas was a special kind of hell for the man but he didn't even like Halloween, one holiday I figured would be right up his alley.
I ran my hands over my face in frustration. Plus there was no way that I could outdo that first real date of ours but should I wait for Sherlock to plan something instead? Argh! The problem with that, however, was what if he genuinely forgot and felt guilty? He'd be sulking
I thought that it was actually refreshing not to be the one kidnapped for a change. Not that I wanted Sherlock to be kidnapped, but since it's usually the other way round, it made for a nice change of pace really.
The reason was even for something we hadn't encountered before. They wanted to experiment on the Great Detective. To find out what it was about Sherlock that made him so damn clever. Of course, they could have nabbed Mycroft, but he tended to play dumb in public and Sherlock liked to show off. So on one of those rare occasions where I happened to be out of town (medical seminars and conventions are the only things that got me out o
When the army agreed to pay for my schooling, I wasn't sure what I really wanted to do. They were going to pay for it, regardless of what it was. I heard tales of buddies getting English lit. majors paid for by the crown. I had joined only a couple years ago after a year or so of drifting, doing nothing. It gave me something to do but somehow I wanted more so I looked into going to university. But I was still unsure what I wanted to do with my life at the age of twenty-two. So, I had accepted a forensic internship to see if it was what I wanted to do with my life after the army.
The science of it all was interesting. I loved medicine but for
Mr. Millerton and Trevor were arrested. Last Sherlock heard was that Mrs. Trevor was divorcing her husband and suing him for what he did their son. They got a new assistant headmaster one Alec MacDonald, an old friend of the headmaster.
The rest of the year was quiet and calm. Sherlock described it as hateful. John was grateful. Mary and he fell into a pattern, moving in sync. When Sherlock had dark days, or as Mycroft called them 'danger nights', John would stay with his roommate and distract him and Mary would hang out with Molly. The side effect of this, however was that it sometimes drove Greg into their room for company. They never gave