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“He always did like gingers,” the voice came from behind Amy and she was forced to spin around. 

“What?” Amy looked the woman up and down in confusion. “Who are you?”

“Oh you must know. He had to have…talked about me,” she looked pained. 

Amy took her in, her hair, her eyes, and then something sparked in the back of her mind. A picture she had seen on the Tardis one time, something the Doctor usually kept hidden. “It’s you. Oh my god, you’re really her, aren’t you?”

Rose smiled a very tired smile. “Rose Tyler, and you are?”

“Amy Pond. What are you doing here? He said he’d lost you forever, he said…he was always so sad, so lonely. The Doctor didn’t like speaking about it but…he never, ever forgot you.”

Rose nodded. “Yup. And I never forgot him. How could I? But now the universe needs him again, and I need your help to find him.”

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“Sherlock I’m going with or without you, but I came to you as a friend because I need your help!”

Sherlock stopped playing the violin. “I can’t just drop everything and come running because some girl from my past asks.”

“Fine!” Her Scottish accent grew stronger. “If that’s all I am to you, forget I asked!”

“Although…” his words drew her back and he toyed with the bow, just to see how long he could tease her, “I have been quite bored recently. And I never say no to a good unsolvable mystery.”

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“Sherlock maybe you should just go see him,” she looked at him with concern. “He would forgive you, he just wants to have you back.”

“No,” he shook his head. “John is safer without me.”

“But if you just-“

“NO!”

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“I lie awake late at night, and I think of him. I don’t let Rory know, because it would break his heart. But I toss and turn, unable to rest because I feel so alone,” Amy looked lost in her memories.

“We’re alike, you and I.”

“I’m alone because the Doctor left me,” Amy was shaking her head. “You were the one that left John. I know how he feels, Sherlock, you think it’s for the better but he just wants you back.”

Sherlock couldn’t meet her eyes.

“You think you’re protecting him,” her voice caught, “but you’re leaving him alone and broken.”

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All of time and space, every star that ever was or will be, where do you want to start?

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The woman with the fiery hair was sitting on the same bench staring at the same spot as she had been the last time he had seen her. A piece of garbage scraped across the cement and her head shot up as if she had been waiting for the sound.

“Why are you here again?” he asked, tilting his head to the side and examining her. Tattered boots, she’s been doing a lot of running. Bags under her eyes, not sleeping well. Wedding ring, so she’s married. But she spent time on makeup so she’s been hoping to run into someone. And perfume, yes, Petrichor. She has definitely been waiting for someone. “Have you been looking for…me?”

“You?” she raised her eyebrows, she had a Scottish accent. “No I’ve been waiting for someone…”

“What’s your name?” he asked, tugging at his scarf, something about this woman didn’t make sense.

“Amy Pond. You?”

“Sherlock Holmes.”

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“Why are you always so cold?” Amy glared at him. 

“We weren’t talking about me. Perhaps I should ask why you refuse to admit he’s not coming back. There’s an indent on that place mat made by a plate, just like the one on yours and Rory’s, which would indicate you put an extra plate out every dinner, but you two always eat alone. You always jerk when you hear a loud sound, like it might be him. Whenever I see you you’re wearing make up, Rory doesn’t care about that, so it’s clearly for someone else. And your shoes are scuffed, you’ve run in them a lot, but you don’t get new ones because you think that means you’re giving up. But he won’t come back. He never will. He left you.” Sherlock smiled cruelly and Amy wanted to slap the smile off his face. “I’m not cold, I just don’t get attached, and it’s better than waiting for something that will never happen.”

Amy looked away. He was right, of course, about all of it. She was waiting for the Doctor, she would always be waiting for the Doctor. She was Amy Pond and she had waited for him for almost half her life. 

And in that moment she had never hated anymore more than she hated Sherlock.

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“He always did like gingers,” the voice came from behind Amy and she was forced to spin around. 

“What?” Amy looked the woman up and down in confusion. “Who are you?”

“Oh you must know. He had to have…talked about me,” she looked pained. 

Amy took her in, her hair, her eyes, and then something sparked in the back of her mind. A picture she had seen on the Tardis one time, something the Doctor usually kept hidden. “It’s you. Oh my god, you’re really her, aren’t you?”

Rose smiled a very tired smile. “Rose Tyler, and you are?”

“Amy Pond. What are you doing here? He said he’d lost you forever, he said…he was always so sad, so lonely. The Doctor didn’t like speaking about it but…he never, ever forgot you.”

Rose nodded. “Yup. And I never forgot him. How could I? But now the universe needs him again, and I need your help to find him.”

“Stop saying these ridiculous things! Time travel is impossible, I have looked into the notion and there is simply no way-”

“Sherlock,” she cut him off with one word, a wondrous smile had crept onto her face as she spoke. “I have fought vampires in Venice, I have ridden on the back of a Star Whale, I have been hit on by Vincent Van-Gogh, I have seen Daleks and Weeping Angels, and I was followed by a crack in time and space. I ran with the Doctor and no matter how much nonsense you say I know what is true.”

He looked back, glaring at her because there was no arguing with this impossible woman. She drove him crazy. And yet…

“You remind me of him,” she whispered, “You’re a lot like the Doctor, if only you’d just smile.”

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“I’ve never met someone with a mind like yours, well other then myself of course,” Sheldon was genuinely smiling. “You actually understand my evasion of people!”

“For an American…” Sherlock paused, grinning at the younger man, “you’re not so bad.”

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