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”Oh Dear God, tell me you didn’t,” Chris Larabee looked at Donna Noble with pure horror and disbelief where he sat behind the desk.
“Alright, I didn’t,” Donna Noble complied easily as she tried to get rid of the feeling that she had been naughty and was sitting in the Principles office waiting for her punishment.
“Donna,” The warning tone in his voice made her bristle.
“What? What was I supposed to do? Leave him there to wake up from his first death by himself?” Donna defended herself.
“For almost 100 years you kept from me that you made him,” Chris waved his hand towards the office outside to indicate the stranger standing outside, “A student of yours?” Chris spat out the words with such disgust and horror that Donna nearly giggled, but she stopped herself in the last moment. Because if she giggled, she would be in so much trouble that it wasn’t even funny.
She opened her mouth to protest that it wasn’t that long and then she realised that it had indeed been quite some time she taken him as her student. The man with that brilliant mind and the intensive gorgeous eyes and the stubborn way of speaking his mind….
Chris slammed his hand on the desk with a bang to get her attention and she snapped her eyes back to him, feeling her cheeks flush in embarrassment over her short moment of day dreaming.
“Uh,” Donna searched for a good explanation, a good lie, anything: but she came up blank and she realised that Ezra would kill her with so many lectures for forgetting everything he ever taught her about conning someone. Not that she ever really could con Chris; the damn man was too clever and to used to reading his team members. “It slipped my mind?” She offered with a weak smile.
Chris looked like he was about to explode when the very topic of their conversation walked in with a arm around Carter that was holding some papers in his hand, reports probably, and a irritated Ezra trailing behind them waiting to get something confirmed by the look on his face.
“So, these cannibalistic shadows of yours, do you believe they would respond to music in such manner that they would start dancing to the sound of a violin?” The stranger asked intrigued and his British accent nearly echoed in the office. Chris realised that he was about to get a headache and that it was no way of denying the identity of the man anymore, no matter how much he wanted to.
“Gosh, I don’t know,” Carter beamed at the idea as he dropped off the papers on Chris desk, and Ezra groaned. This meant that it was going to be one of those weekends, now that the stranger had said the idea out loud and put it in Carter’s head.
Once an idea was suggested, Carter always had to try it. Like the tacos with melted chocolate, the cobra stew (which was before Carter decided that cobras had feelings and made a Cobra Farm in his apartment) or the flying machine with ice-cream and sprinkles fuel. Ezra was still planning to paint Murdock's favourite chopper pink for that particular idea.
“I would love to try it though, Mr Holmes,” Carter turned to the stranger with a huge grin as he sat down on the edge of the desk.
“Oh please my boy, there’s no need for formality,” Sherlock Holmes grinned back as he gave a small bow to Chris in greeting as he took position next to his teacher that was trying her very best to sink through the chair she was sitting in. “After all, we’re almost family are we not?”
Donna knew that it was a cow's chance in a Dalek space ship that this was going to end well.