forum Wholock, anyone? (CLOSED)

Started July 13, 2018 by Deleted user

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"We might want to leave now. They know we're here. No time to explain, we need to gt out of here now!" Sherlock said in an urgent tone.

"Hands on." The Doctor said, placing his arm out.

The Doctor and Clara were at a small cafe. They had dropped Sherlock and John back home after their ordeal with the Sontarans, and now were by themselves.

"Doctor, listen. Sherlock isn't okay. You need to talk with him." Clara said.

(Sorry, the times I come online are going to change as my school starts in checks invisible watch twenty minutes so sorry if I can’t respond)

“What do you mean he isn’t okay? He looked fine to me.” He replied sitting back in the chair.

"I mean not okay mentally." Clara said.

“Clara, he is Sherlock Holmes he is never okay mentally, especially now he’s back taking drugs.”

"Doctor. He's mentally ill. You need to help him."

“How? How can I help him, Clara?” He asked.

"Just talk to him. Listen to what he has to say."

“he’ll probably shout at me. That’s all he ever does.”

"Yeah, my point exactly. Sometimes you need a person to shout at."

“Yes but why me? surely John would be better for this?”

“Don’t bring me into this, Doctor. I’ve tried talking to him with no luck.”

Clara rolled her eyes. "John is Sherlock's best friend, and also his doctor, but right now he needs a different kind of doctor." Clara said, putting a hand on the Doctor's arm. "I know you can get through to him."

“Fine, but if it doesn’t work I’m blaming you both.” The Doctor muttered.

“Great. He’s at the flat, come on.” John said, walking out of the cafe.

"No, if it doesn't work you're going to keep trying until it does." Clara said firmly.

The Doctor shot a glace at Clara indicating it was the end of the discussion as they followed John to the flat. It didn’t take long and soon John was unlocking the door and walking inside.

Sherlock had been taking his anger out on not just Mr. Smiley, but every other wall in the house. Bullet holes decorated the walls, and shards of glass indicated that the windows had taken a lot of damage as well. Splintered bits of wood from very unfortunate chairs had ricocheted into the walls, the curtains had been torn down and tables had been turned over. Pictures that had previously decorated the walls were now lying on the ground, John's laptop had been smashed. Mrs. Hudson was frantic. "John, you need to see Sherlock, he's in a hell of a state! And I'm not your housekeeper!" she said, running out the door to who knows where. Clara gaped, this was the most chaotic mess she had ever seen.

“Sherlock Holmes what the hell did you do?!” John called to Sherlock as he stood in the middle of the main room in the mess that is friend had made. He sighed and rubbed his temples with a hand and turned on the spot, assessing the damage.

"Oh-kayyy, maybe we should come back later?" Clara said slowly.