I'm writing this in hopes that it will make me less sad about how The Reichenbach Fall ended. Basically, the Doctor knows Sherlock and he shows up after he dies and he takes John with him and they go and creep in on Sherlock's past.

Disclaimer: I own none of this, if I did... well, the shows would not be quite so stressful for the viewers.

John was halfway back to Mrs. Hudson when he heard the noise. It was a strange noise, he never would figure out how to properly describe it, and it was so out of place in the silence of the cemetery that he turned around to locate the source. He was incredibly surprised to find a blue police box sitting beside Sherlock's grave where it had not been moments before. Curious, he took a few steps toward it, but he halted when the doors opened and a man stepped out.

The man was younger than John and was holding a bunch of the strangest flowers that John had ever seen. He looked sadly at Sherlock's grave and laid the flowers down beside the ones Mrs. Hudson had left. He appeared to be talking, but John was too far away to hear what he was saying. It wasn't until he had turned to go back into the box that he saw John watching him.

"John?" The man called hesitantly.

John began walking towards him. "Yes?"

The man beamed at him, "Oh good, Doctor John Watson, yes? I knew it was you, and I was hoping I'd run into you. It's horrible what's happened. I've known Sherlock since he was a boy, never would have imagined he'd do something like this. Well I suppose I could have imagined, might've even known earlier, but my previous visits to London 2012 were always busy. I ran the Olympic Torch, you know. Oh, but that has happened yet. Forget I said that. Anyway, it's nice to meet you." John had reached the strange man, who held out a hand for John to shake. John took it lightly.

"I'm sorry, but who are you?"

"I'm the Doctor."

"Doctor who?"

"Just the Doctor."

John appraised the doctor without a name, who was now smiling sadly at John.

"I'm terribly sorry for your loss."

"Thank you. Uh, you said you knew Sherlock since he was a boy. Wouldn't you have been a boy too? I mean, you're younger than he is. Was." John mentally cursed himself. He didn't think he would ever get used to referring to Sherlock in past tense.

"I'm actually not. You wouldn't believe me if I told you how I old I am, which I won't. Well, I could. Do you want to know?"

"Do I want to know your age? I don't really care, no. I would like to know who you are though because, believe it or not, telling me you're a doctor doesn't actually tell me anything about you."

"Not a doctor, the Doctor. And I told you, I'm an old friend of Sherlock's."

"Sherlock didn't have friends."

"He had you."

"I know. But having me didn't do him any good in the end, did it?"

"He wasn't a fraud. Every deduction he ever made was completely genuine. It was a gift."

"I know. I knew him, there was no way it was fake."

"Yes. Of course. Although, I was hoping that you would say, "I don't know if it was real," and then I could have said, "Of course it was real. I can prove it to you if you like," and then you would have said, "And how the hell are you going to do that?" and I would have said, "Just step into the box." But if you already know the truth then I had probably better be off. Places to go, people to see. Actually, only one person to see. All the others think I'm dead. But I could go see her, haven't in a week. Bring her a "I hope you're enjoying prison" card, she'd enjoy that…"

"What do you mean, you could prove it to me?" John cut off the Doctor's ramblings.

The Doctor grinned. "Just step into the box, John Watson.

"And why would I want to do that?"

"Because inside that box is a miracle, and I think you could use a miracle just about now."

John reached for the door of the box, but paused just as he reached it. He looked back over to where the car was waiting. "Mrs. Hudson…"

"Will be here when we get back." He nudged John's hand out of the way and opened the door, "Now get in." The Doctor pushed John who proceeded to trip and fall on the floor of the TARDIS.

The Doctor shut the door and walked past John to the console as John rubbed the hip he had fallen onto.

"Sorry about that. I wasn't expecting you to fall. Now, this is the TARDIS."

John looked up and his mouth immediately fell open. "But we're in a box. A small, blue, police box. How..?"

The Doctor finished at the console and walked over to John, reaching out a hand to help him to his feet. "TARDIS. Time and Relative Dimension in Space."

"But what does that mean?" John asked, walking over to the console to run a hand over one of the controls, his legs a little shaky.

"Well, basically it's a spaceship."

"Oh?" John's voice quivered.

"And also a time machine."

"And it's bigger on the inside…?"

"Oh yes. Basically, it's a different dimension."

"Different dimension." John took a little gasp for air. "Yeah, okay. This is a lot to take in; I think I need to sit down."

"Sitting, yes, sitting is good. Chair is there."

John sat down and immediately brought his hands to his face and began massaging his temples. He was having trouble processing everything. One minute he had been trying to not cry at his best friend's grave, the next he was on a space ship with a man who he knew nothing about. He expected he had been drugged. That was the only answer. By who, he wasn't sure. He hadn't exactly been spending a lot of time around people since it had happened, but it was the only plausible explanation. Well, either that or dreaming, but he felt awake.

"I've been drugged." He said aloud, not raising his head from his hands, but feeling the need to tell the strange man of his breakthrough.

"No you haven't. I can assure you of that. But now that you're talking again, would you mind telling me where you want to go?"

"Where I want to go?" John asked slowly.

"Of course. We're in a time travelling space ship; did you really think I brought you in here just to show off? Don't answer that. Now, anywhere in time and space, anything that ever happened or ever will. Where should we start?"

John looked up at the Doctor. He was poised in front of the console, looking at John expectantly and smiling brightly. He cocked an eyebrow and John managed to get out a single word.

"Sherlock."

The Doctor's smiled faltered for a moment, but he recovered quickly and went back to smiling. "I should have expected that, I really should have. And I could, easily. But, are you sure that's the best idea?"

"You said anywhere." John was hopeful, not knowing the Doctor well enough to know if he would agree.

"Yes, I did, didn't I?" He sighed. "Alright then. Off to see Sherlock. I'm not taking you to recent Sherlock. It would be too difficult to not cross your own time stream, and we can't have Sherlock recognizing you the first time you two meet, so we'll have to go to his childhood. It'll be less likely he'll make the connection that way" The Doctor looked up at John, who was looking slightly disappointed. "I'm sorry, but it's the best I can do."

John nodded. "Okay. I always wondered what he would have been like as a child." He moved to stand beside the Doctor. "How early are we going?"

"How does baby Sherlock sound to you?"

"Fine. Sounds fine."

"Alright then. Hang onto some thing, and…" The Doctor pulled down a lever and the TARDIS jerked, "we're off!"