A/N: we basically start at the year 2064 just after the pool scene, and just after the first contact, which in my case, a ship crash landed and two crew members of the ship where lost so until 2064 the real first contact with every single human being was made.

Everything happens just as it should except one thing.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock Holmes or any other characters that are familiar, except my own, probably not going to have any of them. Nor do I own Star Trek TOS or 2009 'verse. They all belong to their respective creators and makers.

I still could not believe what had transpired in the pool, both Sherlock and I almost died that night. Firstly I was kidnapped by some of Moriarty's men, then I had awoken with a bomb strapped to me, only to come face to face with Sherlock.

He looked quiet startled but if I derived from dialog Moriarty whispered he would shoot Sherlock, I really could not tell him that it was all Moriarty but I still obeyed to every word he told me to say.

"Do you know what's if you don't leave me alone Sherlock, to you?"

"You are going to kill me?"

"Kill you? No, don't be obvious I mean I'm going to kill you anyways someday, don't want to rush it. I'm saving it up for something special. If you don't stop prying ill burn you, ill burn the heart out of you"

"I've been informed I don't have one"

"But we both know that's not quite true"

"I've better be off; it was nice chatting with you,"

"Catch. You. Later."

"Noo you won't" he said as he left the pool and every red glaring dot left us.

"Sorry boys, I'm soo changeable. It is a weakness with me, to be fair to myself it is my only weakness. You can't be allowed to continue, you just can't.

I would try to convince you, but everything I have to say has already crossed your mind,"

"Probably my answer has already crossed yours," Sherlock said while pointing the gun at the bomb.

We all stood staring at each other waiting to see if any break would come, but I had already made my peace, until he had a call.

He made the call and he sounded very annoyed to have been interrupted.

"Sorry, wrong day to die,"

"Oh, did you get a better offer?"

"You'll be hearing from me Sherlock," and with that he left talking to the other person on the phone.

He disappeared with a snap of his finger.

Every light disappeared, but Sherlock still kept his aim at the bomb, that's when I heard the shot. I knock Sherlock to the pool. As instinct took over Sherlock he griped the gun and in doing so he shot the bomb, and I managed to knock us into the pool.

He hadn't known he was shot until he felt the sting of the chlorine in the pool water. As we emerged we heard another gunshot, and a thud.

I guess Moriarty also didn't like people disobeying him, especially when it came to his new distraction.

I found a clear space near the pool edge where I placed Sherlock so I could tend to his wound, he was in shock, and kept babbling nonsense. I was starting to feel the fatigue settle in, and I started to shake but I needed to tend to his wound.

He was shot in the chest, and thank goodness it had avoided his heart by a good two inches, but he needed medical attention, in order to see if his lung was fully functioning. I heard the ambulance, but didn't realize how close they actually where, when I felt someone trying to push me away from Sherlock so they could get him on a gurney.

I followed but I guess the fatigue and shock that Sherlock had been shot was too much for me because I started to see darkness creeping its finger over my eyes, then I was falling.

Once I awoke all I saw was an unfamiliar white place I had thought I was dead, until a voice cleared its throat.

"Your not dead john." Mycroft said, not the familiar voice I was hoping for.

"Where am I?" I said still feeling lost.

"Is it not obvious?" he said a bit annoyed that I could not tell, then I hear the machines beeping and I remembered everything that had happened the night before.

"Your in the A&E, you where brought in as was Sherlock," he said.

"How-"

"He is better now, alive, the bullet had missed his heart as you would now, but he did suffer a minor lung collapsed but nothing serious," he said sounding bored.

"Let me see him, I need to see if he is alright please" I said as I was trying to get up.

He pushed me back down shaking his head while from the corner of my sight I saw him push a button.

"Please, I need to be sure he is fine," I said more pleading this time.

"I'm sorry but you suffered quite a fall, you need your rest," he said as a nurse came in and injected the sedative in the IV. Everything was blurring as I began to go back under.

"Hello, John, it's been three days since we last spoke, Sherlock was very lucky indeed they took the endotracheal tube out, and they managed to repair the collapsed lung, and now he is able to breathe with both lungs functioning quite well. He was also taken out of the ventilator just yesterday, I think he will recover soon, it's only a matter of when he will wake.

"You did quite well doctor Watson, and for that I thank you," he said.

"Can I see him now?" I asked.

"First you need to go home shower change and eat something, that's why you slept for so long you were fatigued, even the doctors were baffled for how low everything was in your system. Besides he won't wake until he knows your there, and the doctors said he suffered a quite a shock that it will take him time to process everything. He'll wake once he recovers." Mycroft said.

"Fine," I said as I didn't want to spend more time on a hospital bed any longer.

After the car dropped me off, Mrs. Hudson came rushing out to check me over, and then hugged me.

"You boys, one day you'll be the death of me, shame on you" she said while ushering me inside.

Once inside I made my way to my bedroom, and got a fresh set of clothes, and took a good shower, and a shave. Then I went downstairs to make myself a cuppa, but was startled when I saw Mycroft there.

"Just making sure you where going to eat something and not just tea, I meant food, sit, everything is already ready to serve" he said as he motioned for the other chair.

"Do you always make a habit of entering homes without authorization? And making sure people do what you tell them?" I said a bit annoyed, I was not a baby that needed to be cared for. I knew how to take care of myself and I took care of Sherlock if that was anything to go by.

We sat and ate together which was a bit weird since usually he would leave as soon as possible. The silence was quite nice and comforting, but I still missed Sherlock and his inane babble about this or the other.

"Tell me John, what would you do if he was to wake up years from now? Would you move on and leave him alone in a hospital bed? I'm sure New Scotland Yard would, they would continue quite well but not as much as now, I'm curious as to what you would do," he said as he took a bite of his toast.

"Why would it matter?" I said.

"It matters to me, I want to know someone will be there when I cannot," he said, and for once he sounded sincere and honest and worried, as worried as a Holmes could be.

"I would be able to sustain a job, a boring but stable job, and after I would visit him until I was kicked out, and on the weekends I would visit him all day long. I would be there for him until he woke up, whether it be a week a year or a hundred years, I would always be there," I said, as I served myself more tea.

"That's quite enlightening, and I will make sure that you are able to have access to him at any moment, and that you will be moved to his emergency contact, you seem to be there when I cannot and seeing as you two are always on a case together, if anything like this happens again, you will be able to have clearance from the hospital," he said.

We continued eating in silence, and then I began washing the dishes.

"John just leave them, someone will come and wash them, and stock the fridge, lets go you wanted to see Sherlock, did you not?" he said, as he stood behind me, and then he moved to shut off the water. "Please John, if you will," he said as he gestured to the door.

"I wiped my hands on a cloth, and then I grabbed my jacket, and went down the stairs, then I got in the shiny black car, that always seemed to scream Mycroft!

We drove in silence, with Anthea clicking away at the mobile at hand. We arrived at the hospital in a few minutes, and then I was heading towards the room that Mycroft had said was Sherlock's.

Once I entered I saw that there was many flower arrangements, what I went to immediately was his chart. It listed that the surgery to remove the bullet was a success, the surgery to remove the endotracheal tube was a success and he was now finally breathing on his own with two functioning lungs, which was great.

I sat on the chair that was next to his bed, and waited for him to wake up. A few minutes passed, and I found that my hand had sneaked his was to grasped Sherlock's, and I began to say how I wished he would wake when I heard footsteps outside the hallway, and I let go of his hand. Once the door opened I found it was Lestrade who had come to visit Sherlock.

"Oh, John you're here, I was going to see how you where doing after I visited Sherlock, I should have known you would be here instead," he said, and I noticed he had a file in his hand.

"Yeah, Mycroft made me go home to shower and eat before I came to visit him, threaten to withhold his location if I hadn't," I told him, as he took the other chair and sat opposite me.

"I always read cold case files to him, you know what they say about coma patients, that they can hear everything you say. I figured he must be bored in his mind palace, that I read him some cold cases that I'll be sending his way once he wakes, he won't be on the chase until Mycroft confirms he is okay, last time I almost got chewed out for his well being," Lestrade said, but I wondered when that was.

"Oh, yeah this was weeks before he meet you, he went chasing a criminal by himself and he miscalculated a step and fell off and landed on the glass roof of a shop, lucky it was a mattress shop and he landed with scraps everywhere, but had fractured his foot. The wanker, anyways, he was feeling better and I called him out for another case, when I get a phone call that Sherlock really twisted his ankle and was carted off to the A&E because he tried chasing the perp by himself, and I was chewed out by Mycroft, and Sherlock was banned from us for over two weeks, then well he met you." He said as he opened the file, and read the continents of the triple murder, and a mysterious blue fog.

I could already imagine him trying to recreate that blue fog just to see how it tied to the murder maybe it was a hallucinogen. He read and I was mesmerized by his voice, that I began to drift off, until I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"I'm off, just got a text that there has been a case, see you later John, and remember maybe he can listen, talk to him, he might wake sooner if he hears your voice.

Once he left I sat there wondering how to begin and talk to him.

I grabbed his hand once again, and put my fingers to where his heart beat would be, and rested my fingers there as I began many things but never finished a single thought.

I then decided to begin with stories of the war, and how it was, how sand was very beautiful when it was not stuck between every surface of your body, then, I told him of all the blood spill the darkness that was death all around. The bombers and then how my mates and I used to relax under the desert sky and just forget everything that was happening just to keep our sanity a little longer.

Days passed and still he would not wake, but I still talked to him and held his hand as he slept.

Today I told him of how Sarah and I had called it off, she made me chose between her and Sherlock, and I chose.

"Hey Sherlock, I know you probably cant hear me but Greg certainly thinks so, I had a chat with Sarah today, she seems to think that you and I get ourselves into many situations where we are in danger, and she said she could not handle that, not after the last time, and then she made me chose between you and her. I chose and I told her that it was you; I know it will always be you no matter what. I will always be there for you Sherlock, now please just wake up, the flats too quite now, and I honestly miss running through London at night chasing the bad guys," I said as I gave his hand one last squeeze, before I left for baker street, and Molly would see to it that he would be fine.

I got to Baker Street and went to watch crap telly when I guess fell asleep, because the next thing I knew someone was calling me.

"Mr. Watson?" the woman said on the other line.

"Yes?" I said.

"We need you to come quickly, Mr. Holmes is asking for you," she said, and with that I was out the flat and hung up the phone. Sherlock had awoken, and I was not there, he must be harassing everyone at the hospital.

Once I got there I was met with a Mycroft, and not Sherlock.

"What happen?" I asked confused.

"I came by to see how he was when the doctors went rushing into the room said he had stopped breathing for a few minutes, and they are doing everything they can," he said as he sat on a chair outside Sherlock's room.

That's when we both heard it, the flat line, he was dead, Sherlock was dead. All I saw was the doctors rushing in to try and resuscitate him, a few seconds, or minutes, I do not recall, passed and then they called it, 12:54 am.

At 12:54am Sherlock Holmes died.

Mycroft was just sitting there emotionless, and Molly had come running after being in the morgue, and she saw him too there on the bed, pale and dead, he was dead.

"I'm so sorry John," she said as she stood there.

We all turned when he heard a small beep sound, and then we hear a nurse shout that he was alive.

"He does love being dramatic, ever since he was a child, now I must be going as he seems to be fine," Mycroft said.

As he stood I finally stared at him. His masked was there but in his eyes I could see that small glint of sadness at almost believing his only brother dead. I was still angry that he thought he could just play this up.

"That's all; you're leaving after hearing that your brother almost died?" I said angry.

"John"

"No listen I don't think you grasped that they had called it, he was clinically dead, and only by some miracle he is alive," I said.

"John, I assure you that Mycroft is quit shaken up, but he doesn't handle emotions well in public," said a familiar but raspy voice.

"Sherlock?!" I said, and I turned to see him there in the door way of his room.

"Yes John, I'm fine, nothing to worry about," he said.

"You bloody idiot, what do you think you're doing, you're supposed to be in bed, and resting you literally just died," I told him as I stood next to him.

"John, I'm fine besides I'm bored, I need to leave this place, I don't want to be here anymore," he said as he leaned into me and I took him back to his bed.

You're going to have to be, you need your rest after taking that bullet, its a bloody miracle that you didn't get an infection," I told him as I put him back on the bed.

He was in the hospital for another four days, which he took to annoying the medical staff and Mycroft when he was around. He was very bored by the end of his stay that he even got in the black car that Mycroft had waiting for us. Mrs. Hudson was very happy to see us both alive and well.