Hello people, first chapter there. this started out as my RP idea, which then developed into... Well, this. Enjoy, review and follow 3

The Doctor ran, his trench coat flapping around his legs. Aliens - he could deal with. Supernatural creatures and ghosts - no problem. But NEVER had he been confronted with a 21st Century mugger. For once in his life he was actually afraid. Dashing into a narrow street, he paused to catch his breath. Suddenly, a knife was thrust into his body. Falling to his knees, the Doctor gripped his stomach as he felt all his energy drain away. The man who stabbed him searched his pockets and, finding nothing of interest, sprinted off, leaving the Doctor's broken body lying on the street carelessly. He couldn't regenerate - not now. Feeling the life seep out of him, he could swear that his ears picked up the sound of blaring sirens.

Lestrade's past days had been quite uneventful - until he heard about the mugging. Reassured that an ambulance was on its way, the man promptly texted Sherlock, assuming that the consulting detective would be as bored as he was, and would, for once, cooperate. Telling the detective to head straight to the hospital, Lestrade decided that it would be best if he stayed where he was for now, so he left Sherlock to investigate further. Little did either of them know about the person that was about to enter their lives - the Doctor was finally back.