"Take me with you." John pleaded.

"John, you know that I can't do that."

"And why can't you? You're the Doctor. You picked me once before, why can't I come now?"

"You know exactly why, John. You know and I know that you are going to make things very different."

"I am not. Sherlock is gone and I just want to see everything once more."

"No John. I can't let you. It would be too dangerous."

"You think the things I did with You and Sherlock last time weren't dangerous. You don't think that living here and solving those cases with Sherlock weren't dangerous."

"No, I know that those things were dangerous. They were only dangerous to you. Taking you with me could be dangerous to the entire time vortex thingy."

"What are you implying to me?"

"John, you know exactly what I'm implying. You will ask me to choose a place and we'll end up going back to that day. I know that you want to stop Sherlock from jumping."

"I don't want to do that." John argued.

All I could give him was a "really?" look. John sat down on the couch dejectedly. He hid his head in his hands, his back giving great heaves.

"John, I know that you miss him." I said, sitting down on the table across from him."But I can't do anything about it."

"Why?" was the only thing I could hear come out of his mouth.

"John, you know why. It would disrupt the time vortex because someone would come back who is suppose to be gone. I just can't, it would be too much of a risk."

"You've taken so many risks, why can't you take this one?"

"I'm sorry John. I can't." I said standing, knowing that I needed to leave. "I promise that it will get better."

"How can you promise me that?" He said, pulling his head out of his hands.

"I'm The Doctor, remember?" I said, before leaving the flat and walking into the TARDIS.

I threw the TARDIS into hyperdrive, sending it to anywhere else but here. I couldn't handle being at 221B anymore. John looked so depressed, so sad. No one should feel that much sadness, that much pain. I sat back and waited until the TARDIS slammed to a stop. Opening the door, I could see the english skyline from the rooftop. I sat on the edge of the roof, with my feet dangling over the edge. I couldn't get John's face out of my mind.

"Doctor, you need to listen to me. You need to promise me that you will not take John on any other trips through the universe."

"Why do I need to do that?"

"You know exactly why. He can't know about it. He'll beg you, but you have to stop him. He'll...He'll want to bring me back, but... he can't know about the actual plan until it's time"

"I know. I promise, I wasn't planning on it anyways. Is there anything else you need me to do?"

"Just help keep an eye on him. He'll need it."

"I will, don't worry."

"It's been a pleasure Doctor." Sherlock said, holding a hand out.

"It has been a pleasure, Sherlock." I replied, taking his hand and shaking it.

His phone went off and he reached into his pocket.

"You need to go now." He said

"I know."

"What are you doing here?" I could hear a smooth baritone voice ask.

I turned around to see Sherlock standing behind me, his jacket flapping in the wind.

"I went to see John today." I said, turning back to the city.

"And how was he?"

I stood up and came next to him.

"You need to go back to him and soon. The sooner that you can kill Moran, the sooner John will feel better."

"I've almost found him. I'm narrowing in on him as I speak."

"John's hurting Sherlock."

"I know he is." Sherlock replied with sadness in his eyes.

"He asked me again to take him in the TARDIS."

"I told you that he would."

"I know you did, but it's too much. I know that you are alive and I can't tell John about it."

"He'll get through it. He's a soldier, he'll fight through it."

"I know that he will." I said, nodding my head in agreement.

"Until next time, Doctor."

"Until next time, Sherlock Holmes." I spoke as I opened the door to the TARDIS and stepped in.

I shut the door and leaned heavily against it. Talking to both John and Sherlock hurt. It hurt to know all of time. It hurt to see how happy Sherlock and John were together. It hurt to see how broken John was without Sherlock. It hurt me because I couldn't tell Sherlock that Moriarty would take John from him. It really was a curse to know everything about time.