"So... Um... What are you actually here for?" I decided to break the awkward silence, and I was also very intrigued.
"We're here to offer you a chance that nobody else gets." The Doctor replied, Sherlock had gone into a phase of mute embarrassment.
"And what's that?" I asked him.
"You get the chance to come with one of us. Solve crimes and gruesome murders with Mr. Grumpy over here. Or... Fly round in my TARDIS and do lots of timey-wimey stuff with me!" The Doctor cried, a great smile on his face.
"What?" I said, shock overwhelming me.
"I said that you can either go with-"
"I heard what you said. I just don't understand why." I interrupted, shaking my head.
"Because we both found you, and we need assistants." Sherlock said, breaking his silence.
"What about John? What about your companions?" I asked them both.
"John'll be fine with it. He'll love you." Sherlock answered.
"I don't have a companion. Clara is gone. I am meant to be helping Christmas right now, but they don't need me for a few years." The Doctor says, matter-of-factly.
"What if Christmas has another attack when you're flying around with me? I couldn't bear to think that it was my fault." I replied.
"Christmas will be fine. Trust me." The Doctor smiled at me, a little crazily, but it was still a smile.
"What is Christmas?" Sherlock asked.
"Oh, dear God, Sherlock. Are you that out of history that you don't know what Christmas is? I'm pretty sure that you have celebrated it." The Doctor replied, smirking.
"That is not the Christmas that you talk about." Sherlock said, in a voice that clearly said that he was not amused.
"Okay, okay Christmas is a town on the planet Gallifrey. The TARDIS abandoned me there, I am trying to help the people in the town survive Cybermen attacks."
"I don't want to know."
"It's best not to know anymore." I whisper to Sherlock, who is looking... actually confused.
"Hang on, you haven't made a decision yet." The Doctor reverts back to the original topic.
"What choice?" I say, biding time.
"You haven't forgotten. You are biding time because you don't want to make the decision." Sherlock says, analysing me again.
"No I don't want to make a decision! I mean, God! The two people who I have never believed to be real, but wanted so badly to be real, turn up on my doorstep and ask me to go with them! Seriously! I can't make that decision right now. And my parents are going to be home soon. They just texted me to say they'll be home in half an hour." I tell them both, letting out my anger.
"Does that mean we need to leave?" The Doctor asks, his face falling.
"It would be helpful. It's one o'clock in the morning! Please, leave. You can come back tomorrow, if you give me warning." I say, being demanding to get rid of them before my parents return.
"How are we supposed to give you a warning?" The Doctor questions.
I scribble my number down on two pieces of paper, and hand one to Sherlock, and one to the Doctor. They both read over the paper and slip them into their pockets simultaneously, which makes me laugh. Sherlock looks at me inquisitively, before getting up to leave. He grabs his coat, sweeping it round and onto his shoulders. Wrapping up his scarf, he leaves the house without a backward glance.
I look over at the Doctor, "so, are you going to leave? It's just... my parents."
"Oh, yes, sorry. Just going. See you soon." The Doctor replies, distantly.
I continue to stare at the door, long after they leave, still not really believing that Sherlock and Doctor Who were at my house.
The Lonely Mountain plays out of my phone's speaker. I begin to sing along quietly, until I realise that it is my phone's ring tone.
"Hello?" I say, it is an unknown number.
"It's me. Have you made a decision?"
"Not yet. It's only been a few hours!" I reply, slight anger creeping into my tone.
"Well, you need to decide. I don't have all day."
"I'm sorry, but I have not made a decision. Call me again in five hours. I may have made a decision by then." My voice definitely sounded angry.
"Okay. I will call you then."
I take the phone away from my ear, tapping the 'end call' icon.
I sigh heavily, just as my mother comes into my room with a pile of my clean clothes.
"That was a big sigh. What's up honey?" My mother asks me.
"Oh, nothing. It's fine. Just some guy who wants me to make a decision that I'm not ready to make yet." I tell her, she would never believe me if I told her who it really was.
"Well, don't feel pressured to make a decision you're not ready for. You've got your whole life ahead of you." My mother says, giving me great words of advice, as usual.
"Thanks mum." I mumble.
She comes over to give me a hug, smiling at me as she leaves my room.
I turn back to my phone, saving Sherlock's number. Just in case.