A Clever Companion (Part 2)A WhoLock Fan Fiction
Sherlock wasn't certain why this mysterious man had returned. Doctor Watson was an enigma even to Sherlock because he defied the laws of normal humans. It was impossible to deduce everything of importance in a life that spanned hundreds of years. Not to mention the regenerations. Sherlock had reasoned that something of the sort must exist as soon as Watson told him his real age. After all, even with a slower aging process, any body would wear out over hundreds of years, and, given the extensive time this "Time Lord" had spent on Earth, a changing form was one of only eight reasonable explanations for the fact that Doctor Watson was not constantly recognized upon sight as a living legend.
Sherlock knew that "John Watson" was not the man's real name, just as he had known, even as he made them, that his initial deductions about Watson when they met in the hospital lab were not nearly accurate. Indeed, he had only felt obliged to provide some demonstration of h
A Clever Companion (Part 1)A WhoLock Fan Fiction
The Doctor pushed his way through the milling crowds in Central London. He never should have come here. That note had to be delivered, but now he had places to go, things to do, galaxies to explore and—
Not him. They were talking to someone else, had to be. There were plenty of men named "John" in London.
"John!" the muffled cry came again. Definitely him. The Doctor sighed. He wondered briefly if he should find another alias. After all, he had been going by 'John Smith' since even before Jamie suggested it—and that had been hundreds of years ago (just how many, the Doctor wasn't sure). If he could just make it one more block, the TARDIS was right around the corner, and—
The Doctor froze. In all his years, he had always gone by 'Smith,' Always. Never deviated except for that one time in Victorian London when he thought it would be fun, just this once, to try a new name.
It never would have mattered if that man (Stamcroft or Swa