Prologue - Sherlock's POV
I don't remember much about my father. What I do know about him comes through legends and stories I have heard. Sometimes I get jealous when I hear people talking about him and how close they were to him. Why had he never done that with me? But I have a good life and it does no good to dwell on the past. But for this brief time, I will and maybe you will find my story interesting. My story begins many galaxies away on a beautiful planet with a beautiful name. Gallifrey.
When I was born, I think my parents loved me. At least that's what I tell myself on the lonely nights. For the first six years of my life, everything was perfect. I had a great family, great friends, and a great life. Everything changed with the birth of my brother. At the time we didn't know it, but we soon would. For the next six months, we lived in peace and happiness. We knew that the war was coming but we didn't think it would come so soon. Exactly six months after my brother was born, the Daleks invaded.
When I look back, I understand why my parents did what they did. But at the time, I was terrified. All I knew was that we were being shot at and I wanted it to stop. My parents loaded my brother and me into a stolen TARDIS and we ran away. I guess that's why I run away from my problems so much. My parents were the experts. Away we traveled, away from the war, away from everything I had ever known.
I tried to ask my parents what was happening but they told me that everything would be okay. I just had to trust them. And I did. Maybe it was a mistake but there's no changing it now. Soon, we materialized and we stepped out of the TARDIS. The landscape was unlike any I had ever seen before. Cars rushed past us and people bustled down the street. Instantly, I knew where I was. Earth. I had heard tales of it, but I never imagined I would visit it.
"Lawrence, Kansas, 1982," Father announced. "Come along, son. We have business to attend to."
After walking for a few minutes, we arrived at a large white house. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
"Why are we here, Daddy?" I asked.
"You must be brave" was all he said.
We walked to the door and Father knocked. A dark man opened the door, a long gun in his hand. When he saw who his visitors were, he lowered it. "Ah, Doctor. Come in."
We entered the house and I discovered that two more people occupied it: a beautiful lady with long blonde hair and a small boy, a couple years younger than me.
"John, Mary, we are in danger. We need your help."
"What can we do?"
With tears in her eyes, Mother handed my brother to the beautiful lady.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
"It is no longer safe for our children on Gallifrey. If you are willing, we would like you to raise our son as your own."
"You know what kind of life we lead," John said. "Are you sure?"
"Yes. He would most likely die if he stayed on Gallifrey. We hate to ask you-"
"We'll do it," Mary said. "It's the least we can do for you after how much you have helped us."
"Thank you," Father said. "Before we leave, what will you call him?"
"Sam," Mary said. "Sam Winchester."
"That's a beautiful name," Father said. "We owe you our forever gratitude."
Mother kissed my brother and we left the white house, without my brother. I couldn't understand why he wasn't coming with us. I tried to ask my parents about it as we reentered the TARDIS but they told me to be a good boy and stay quiet. We traveled on for a few more minutes and when we exited our ship again, things looked similar except that I could hear the people talking in funny voices.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"London, England."
"Why are we here?"
"Follow me."
Father led Mother and me down several streets until we arrived at a small house that was just feet away from the crowded street. I did not think I liked it here. It was too noisy; a stark contrast to the peaceful Gallifrey I had left just moments before. Father knocked and we were invited in. The parents seemed very nice, but in the corner, an older boy sulked, an annoyed look on his face.
Father repeated the information he had given to the previous family and they said they would take me in.
"But I don't want to go!" I shouted. "I can fight the Daleks just like you!"
"Listen to me," Mother said, kneeling down to my level. "You will be very happy here if you try. One day we will come back for you when the war is over. I promise."
"Really?" I asked.
"Yes. It's just a matter of time."
"Okay," I sniffled.
"Goodbye," she said. "Goodbye my beautiful Sherlock Holmes."
Now I am fifteen and my parents have never come back for me. When I hear that my father is in town, when I see his blue box, I am tempted to run up to him and tell him I am the son he abandoned all those years ago. But I never do. We each lead our separate lives now and it would not be logical to change that.
But the worst part is that I have never seen or spoken to my brother since that terrible day in Kansas when I had to say goodbye forever. But I am content with my life the way it is for the most part and if I could steal my father's TARDIS and change it, I'm not sure I would. There's no sense on dwelling on the past when there's so much to see and do in the present. Maybe I will see my parents and brother again. Even if I don't, they will forever be in the recesses of my mind palace, to see and hold on the lonely days.