Big Ben Strikes The Eleventh Hour (Wholock)

Till Next Time

"Wh-Where'd she go?" Amy asked. "Doctor, what was that?"

"...That was the heart of the TARDIS," the Doctor answered after a minute. "As to where O.C.T.A.V.I.A went... I don't know. But I trust the TARDIS judgement. The TARDIS would have sent her somewhere good."

"Somewhere good?" John repeated.

"Well, I don't know," the Doctor shrugged. He bounded over to the control panel. "Anyway, no that that's over with, let's get you all home."

"Really?" Rory frowned.

"Well, unless you want to stay-," the Doctor slyly suggested. Sherlock narrowed his eyes.

"We'll go," he said firmly. The Doctor blinked, looking surprised.

"Yeah, I'm kind of tired as well," Amy agreed.

"I don't think we've slept in days," Rory added.

"Alright, alright!" the Doctor cried. "I get it, I'll take you back to your homes."

Sighing, the Doctor turned back to the control panel and started up the TARDIS. 

"221B Baker street, right?" he called out. He sounded dejected. John caught onto this, but for the time being, ignored.

"Yes," John answered. "Er, in London."

The Doctor looked back at him. "Yes, I figured."

"Er, right," John realized in embarrassment.

Soon, the TARDIS loudly sounded to a halt in the middle of the night, at 221B Baker street.

"Right then!" the Doctor announced, heading to the TARDIS doors. He opened them, and bowed. "Sherlock, John? Your destination."

Sherlock stepped out without a word to the Doctor, but a look passed between them that seemed to say everything. Sherlock headed into his and John's flat.

John, however, stopped for a minute, and turned to the Doctor.

"Er, goodbye," he said, rather uncomfortably. "I don't know if we'll see you again."

"Oh?" the Doctor asked. "Well, allow me to clear up that mystery. You will."

"What?" John asked. "How are you so certain?"

The Doctor tapped his temple mysteriously. "I remembered."

On that odd note, John stepped out of the TARDIS, and stopped and watched as the Doctor went back inside, and the TARDIS faded in and out of sight for a moment, emitting the loud sound that for some reason went with it. Eventually the sound faded away, and the TARDIS disappeared, not reappearing this time.

After a minute, John shrugged, wandering back into 221B Baker street. He greeted Mrs Hudson with a smile, wondering in the back of his mind why she was up, and headed up to his flat.

"Aren't you going to blog about this?" Sherlock suddenly asked, making John jump. Looking to the couch, John saw Sherlock was in his 'thinking position'.

"Okay, one, no," John answered. "And two, I just got back."

"Yes, that's true," Sherlock agreed. "What took you so long?"

"Most people say 'goodbye' to each other," John sighed.

"Hmm," Sherlock hummed, closing his eyes again. "But we'll see the Doctor again."

"That's... That's what he said, too," John remembered. "But how do you know?"

Sherlock's eyes opened again. "Don't you remember? He recognized us."

"What?"

"John," Sherlock sighed. "He's a time traveler."

"Oh!" John realized. "Oh, right."

Sherlock smirked, even though John couldn't see it. "We'll see the Doctor yet, John, you'll see."

John chuckled. "Right," he shrugged. Suddenly, he yawned, realizing how tired he was. "Well, night, Sherlock."

Sherlock frowned at him. "You're sleeping?"

John frowned back. "Yes? Sherlock, we haven't slept in days."

Sherlock blinked, but turned away. "Well, then, good night, John."

"You're going to sleep, too, right?" John sighed, leaning against the door frame.

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "John, you just saw things far beyond the reaches of anything on this planet and you want to sleep on it?"

"So that's a no?" John groaned. "Sherlock, go to sleep."

"I will not," Sherlock argued. "I have far too much on my mind."

John stepped forward, ready to argue, but paused. 'Arguing with him will make it worse,' he thought. 'He'll fall asleep, sooner or later.'

"Alright, Sherlock," John yawned. "Good night."

Sherlock frowned a bit, suspicious, but soon visions of other planets and holograms and spaceships filled his mind, and he forgot about it.