The Blonde

Summary

When a loud crash brings Sherlock into the living room he finds a blond woman lying on what remains of his side table. She seems to have appeared out of no where, more than that, she doesn't exist.

Genre:
Mystery / Scifi
Author:
SquirrelWho
Status:
Complete
Chapters:
53
Rating:
n/a
Age Rating:
13+

Rose

This is my first crossover. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I'm enjoying writing it.

Rose paced the empty conference room. There was something…something…strange…something wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. The answer was there. She could almost see it like something out of the corner of her eye, but when she turned her head it was gone. Vanishing like smoke in a windstorm. She growled in frustration and kicked the table leg. Pain seared through her foot, but she ignored it, slamming her fist onto the table top, almost toppling her coffee cup in the process.

She looked at the plans, scattered across the table. James would know. He would've looked at them, given her his smile…the one that said I'm very clever. Then he would've asked, You see it, don't you Rose? And she would've looked and…She shoved the plans off the table angrily.

James wasn't there. He was gone. Forever. What the hell is wrong with me? Her eyes misted over making the room swim. He'd been gone for eight months. EIGHT! That was a bit more than half the time he'd been alive. If she didn't count the time he was a hand.

I only have one life. I could spend it with you, Rose Tyler, if you want. Only, she didn't realize that his entire life would amount to one year. One. She forced the memories away. She couldn't think about that. Couldn't feel sorry for herself. Not with so much at stake. She took a deep breath and pulled herself together, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her blue shirt.

She walked around the table and began gathering the plans from the floor. People were vanishing. Six people from five different buildings. There was something going on. Someone or something was taking them, but there were no clues at any of the scenes. No toppled furniture, blood, break in, nothing to indicate anything happened. The only things missing were the people who lived there. At least, that's what the reports said. She hadn't actually been to any of the scenes because she'd been stuck in the office ever since she lost it two weeks after James died.

As she gathered the plans she noticed a folded paper had found its way under the table. She sat the plans on the table and reached underneath to grab the paper…no not a paper…a map. She unfolded the map. The whole of London spread out before her. There were big, red x-es through three buildings. She recognized the addresses from the plans.

Pete headed up the field investigation. He must have marked some of the buildings down on the map. She walked over to the cabinet that stored the office supplies. After retrieving a red pen she walked back to the conference table and marked off the other two buildings…wait. She saw it. A pattern. Although the buildings were on different streets, a couple on this street, a couple on another, they were all gathered around one central location. A location she recognized as the…

Her pocket buzzed. Who would be calling her at…she glanced at the clock…1 a.m.? She pulled out her phone and looked at the number. Pete. Why was her dad calling her this late? She hit the talk button.

"Dad?"

"Are you at the office?"

Was he calling to check up on her? She knew her parents were worried about the amount of time she spent working, mainly her mum thought she ought to have a boyfriend so she could get on with her life.

"Why?"

"There's been another one." He didn't have to say what. She knew he was talking about the disappearances. "I'm at-"

"Baker Street, yeah?" she said, looking at the map.

"How did you know?"

"All the disappearances are centered around the rift. I might have caught it before, but the rift is in a different place in the other universe."

"It makes sense that they have something to do with the rift."

"What do you mean?"

"There's a…well, it's sort of like a…a crack."

"A crack?"

"It's in the wall, behind the sofa."

"A crack in the wall?"

"It's glowing. I need you to come down here."

He wanted her in the field? She wasn't going to make the mistake of pointing out that she'd been cut off from field duty. Hell, he should know. He was the one who cut her off.

"What's the address?" she asked.

"221 Baker Street," he replied.

She almost thought he was joking…almost. Only, Pete didn't joke about things like that, not with people's lives hanging in the balance.

"I'm on my way."

She stuffed her mobile back in her pocket then checked the other side to make sure she had the sonic before heading into the hall. 221 Baker Street. She couldn't help smiling because she could imagine the Doctor grabbing her hand and running to the car. Come Watson the game's afoot.

She stepped into the lift and pressed the button for the parking garage. She spent as much time as she could working to try to keep her mind off of them. James and the Doctor. Two different people who weren't different at all. Only, the thoughts seeped through. Not so much anymore, but it still hurt.

Jackie thought it was because she hadn't moved on, but how could she? The Doctor had changed her, saved her. That's how she felt. He'd saved her from a dull, dreary, normal life and given her the stars. Then he left. She spent years finding her way back to him and he just dumped her off and walked away without saying goodbye.

To say she was hurt was like saying a broken ankle feels like a pinch. She felt like he ripped her heart out and took it with him that day on the beach. She knew why he did it, not right away, it took a while for her emotions to level out enough for her to see why. He did it for the same reason he did anything, because he thought he was saving her. He wanted her to have a normal, human life with James. Only, she didn't want a normal, human life. She had that for nineteen years. Then she met the Doctor. How could she go back to that after being with him?

As she pulled out of the parking garage she wondered what sort of crack she was about to find at the home of one of the Doctor's favorite fictional characters.

I don't own the rights to Doctor Who or Sherlock.

Thank you to all my wonderful readers! Reviews are welcome and appreciated. :)

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