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When Moriarty told Sherlock he would burn the heart out of him, Sherlock knew things wouldn't be so simple. He was naive enough to believe that when he 'killed' himself, John would be safe but it was all too simple.
That was why he was stood in the graveyard watching John and Mrs Hudson mourn his death. He smiled sadly as Mrs Hudson recalled his atrocious habits in explanation as to why John was angry.
They all knew the truth but he was glad for Mrs Hudson's rambles, it made him feel less guilty for leaving.
His smile faltered at John's words "Don't be dead." as though even his eyes hadn't believed what they'd seen. But whatever the reason, Sherlock had sworn to protect John at all costs because if he could fake his own death then so could Moriarty.
Or he'd find another way to hurt John so Sherlock had to be cautious and ready.
John walked away and Sherlock was greeted with silence.
Then a gentle hum and a whoosh of leaves happened near him.
"Sherlock Holmes, right? I’m the Doctor. Did you know that one day a man is going to write stories about you? He's called ..."
"I already have a blogger." Sherlock replied coldly, not even looking at the stranger.
"Well technically he's already written them but he got sent back in time ... Anyway, long story but, his name's Arthur Conan-Doyle ..."
"Didn't you hear me? I have a blogger."
"Oh this man isn't a blogger. What is a blogger anyway, is that internet writing? Never mind. He's wanted to be a writer since he was a child and after meeting you and John, he was inspired."
Sherlock rolled his eyes and sighed.
“I don’t know an Arthur Conan-Doyle.”
“That’s because you haven’t met him yet. But you can, if you want.”
The man seemed unusually happy considering he was in a graveyard and it annoyed Sherlock immensly.
“And I don’t want to. Can’t you see I’m busy?” Sherlock snapped, purposely not looking at the man.
“Clearly. Mr Watson isn’t the only man in mourning, I see.”
Sherlock scoffed before replying. “I don’t mourn anyone.”
“Yes, of course.” The stranger replied, utterly unconvinced.
“What do you want?”
The man gave a brilliant grin and looked at the younger man with bright eyes.
“I’m the Doctor. And I’m a traveller, I was looking for a companion and I thought who better than the great Sherlock Holmes. I mean, you’ll be able to understand all my technical language better than anyone.”
“I heard you the first time and I told you no.”
“Well, I was hoping you would change your mind once you knew I was.”
“You told me you are a doctor. A doctor of what? John is an army doctor.” Sherlock replied proudly, a smug smile gracing his features.
“Well, actually … its just the Doctor. Nothing else.” The Doctor laughed, ruffling his hair.
“Who are you?”
“I’m a Time Lord, from the planet Gallifrey. I’m an alien.”
“Really? Is this some sort of joke?” Sherlock scoffed, rolling his eyes.
“No really, I am. Come with me and I’ll show you.” The Doctor replied, pointing in the direction of his time machine.
“I’d rather not.” Sherlock replied, still staring at his own tombstone.
“I travel through space and time. Do you want to see what happens when you reunite with John?”
“What?” Sherlock replied, finally looking at the Doctor properly.
“Ah, I thought that would get your attention.” The Doctor replied with a grin.
“What happens?”
“Come and see.”
“You’re lying. I know you are.”
“How will you know until you see?”
“Fine.”
So Sherlock followed that mad man into his time machine, wanting to see what the future held for himself and his blogger.