My new obession!

Own Nothing.

One:

He let his phone ring another three times before answering it. He knew who it was, well not who, but that it was a particular person calling in the middle of the night, calling for help. His help. The first time, he had ignored it, that was three days ago. But they kept calling until he answered. Very much like he did tonight, the fourth night.

"Hello?" He questioned, hearing the light breathing on the other side. "Are you going to tell me who you are this time?" He asked.

"I need the Doctor." Her voice, for it was a she. She capitalized 'Doctor' in her voice, however quivering it may be. She always started with asking for him.

"What do you need a doctor for?" He asked, listening carefully to the sounds on the other side. He tried to make out where she was, but nothing he could make out.

"Six." She just stated.

"What about Six?" He asked, his interest was peaked the moment she hung up the first time, much like she did tonight. She was counting backwards from ten, one number everyday, getting lower, closer to something. "Where are you?"

All he heard was the dial tone, his time was up, she was gone. "Dammit." He muttered, sitting up on his bed, standing and walking over to his desk wear his laptop was. He quickly turned it on and got onto the internet, search engine. "Six and Doctor." He typed in, and rolled his eyes at all the pop ups of the sixth Doctor from Doctor Who. "I highly doubt that is it." He muttered.

"What is it?" He sat up, shutting his laptop down before turning to see his flat mate walking into the room.

"I'm sorry what?" He raised an eyebrow, getting up from his seat.

"The computer, you were looking up something." His companion pointed out, gesturing towards the laptop,"You wanna fill me in?"

"It's nothing of great importance, just a ticking thought, kept me up." He walked around the room, towards the kitchen. "Just off the top of your head, when I say doctor and six, what do you think of?"

"The Sixth Doctor from Doctor Who, why?" He asked his strange friend. "Sherlock, what's this about?"

"Nothing, just useless information." Sherlock glanced at John as he filled a glass with water. "Coming back late?"

"I was with Sarah." John replied. "We had a row."

"I figured, its three in the morning and you are sneaking into you own house." Sherlock stated as he walked back into the living room. "Either it was some big row, like cheating, or..."

"It was nothing, she wants me to move in, but I didn't want to leave you without a flat mate." John shrugged his jacket off and hung it on the hook. "Well goodnight." He walked upstairs, ignoring Sherlock's stare.

"Well then," Sherlock whispered, heading back to bed. "Tomorrow another call."