The first time Sherlock overdosed on cocaine, he always thought it was some stranger passing by on the streets who found him. It never occurred to him that it was somebody else. Somebody that he used to know but no longer remembers.

Captain Jack Harkness stood amongst the crowds of London watching everyone pass without a second thought, his thoughts were of The Doctor and The Observer. Last time he saw the both of them together was 6 months ago, they were the same as ever, bickering and play fighting and saving the world. He saw The Doctor 4 months ago, this time, without The Observer. He knew something was wrong, those two never left each other's side, they were practically joined at the hip!

"What alien do you need me to stop this time, Doctor?" Jack said as he saw the Doctor enter.

The Doctor walked in with his goofy smile, "There's no alien, Jack, only the TARDIS and I."

Jack picked up on what he had said immediately, "The TARDIS and you?" He repeated confused, "What happened to The Observer?"

Immediately, The Doctor's smile had faded, his eyes grew dark and his face angry. Jack was reminded of the time The Doctor lost Rose, the reactions were so similar.

"He's gone, Jack. I had to make him human to protect him." The Doctor's voice was a mere whisper; the tone was sad yet angry. Sad he's lost his friend, angry that he let it happen.

"I'm sorry." Was all Jack could say, he didn't know what else to say. Jack then decided to change the subject, "Come on now, Doc, you're not here for a social call, that's what phones are for. What happened? TARDIS not take you to where you wanted?" Jack joked.

The Doctor chuckled, "You could say that, yeah." He then pointed a finger, "I am fully capable of dropping by for a social call, thank you very much."

"Really?" Jack replied with mock confusion, "Then it must be the future me as it hasn't happened yet."

That was in 2011, he was currently in 2004, a little fight with a Hurrington, sent him back to this time with no way of going back, now he's having to avoid himself and anyone that might recognise him. That was easy; he was always in Cardiff at this time, he rarely set foot in London. It also meant he could watch over The Observer, make sure he survives, lives long enough for The Doctor to find him and to open the watch. He learnt from The Doctor about the human version, it was simply trying to find him that was hard. It was easy to find Mycroft, despite being part of the British Government, he's not that well protected, yet. Sherlock, though, he was the tough one. It would be easier to find a needle in a haystack than him!

It took time and patience, finding him 2 months after living in 2004, the guy was younger, thinner and a lot different to The Observer, but Jack found him. He kept watch, looking over Sherlock, making sure their paths never crossed, helping him avoid being killed. Almost like a guardian angel, Jack chuckled at the thought of it. He was a lot different to The Observer, they were both stubborn, but Sherlock was more arrogant, less sensitive and had divorced himself from his emotions, believing they were a weakness, almost as intelligent, but more observant than The Observer. But they both had the same coat and scarf.

Tonight, was different. Today, he will have to cross paths with Sherlock, in order to make sure he survives. He was running towards Sherlock, the man was convulsing violently while throwing up. Jack knelt down beside him, slinging Sherlock's arm around his shoulders and putting an arm around his waist and lifted him up. Sherlock threw up in the space ahead.

"Yeah, you let all of that out." Jack said, grimacing as Sherlock threw up some more.

As Jack was about to move, he heard something fall to the floor. It was the fob watch. Being careful not to drop Sherlock, though he couldn't have weighed more than 90 pounds soaking wet, he knelt down and picked it up.

"We can't have you forgetting that. Why do you keep it with you? Don't you ever get scared you're going to lose it?" Jack asked, despite knowing Sherlock couldn't reply. He put the watch inside Sherlock's coat pocket. "Come on now, there's a hospital right around the corner, you can't be giving up yet." He said as Sherlock's head hit his shoulder.

Slowly, too slowly for Jack's liking, the pair made their way to the hospital, having to stop occasionally when Sherlock convulsed harshly or threw up.

"This has got to stop, Sherlock. There is this nice Detective Inspector that I'm sure will be willing to help you, not to mention he's handsome too." Jack said, smiling at the picture of the man in his head.

Sherlock soon lost what little consciousness he had left, Jack groaned, this was going to be hard. He half carried, half dragged Sherlock around the corner and down the street, walking faster as he heard Sherlock's breathing growing more and more laboured and his pulse beating less and less.

"Come on, Sherlock. If The Doctor finds out you died before he could find you, it's going to be worse than hell for everyone else." Jack said, his voice strained.

Jack picked up his pace; they were literally 2 minutes away and Sherlock's pulse was getting faint.

"Come on, big guy, you can make this." Jack whispered, more to himself than the man beside him.

As soon as they entered, Jack lowered Sherlock gently on to the closest gurney and called for a nurse. A young male quickly came over, checking Sherlock's pupils, heartbeat and breathing.

"Sir, can you tell me what happened?" The nurse asked as he checked Sherlock's pulse.

"He overdosed on cocaine, can you help him?" Jack replied slightly worried.

The young man ignored his question by asking a different one, "What's his name?"

"Sherlock Holmes. Now answer my question!" Jack demanded.

The nurse had called over several other workers, who took Sherlock away. "It is too early to tell, we have to get him stabilised first."

Even though Jack was worried, he forced himself to turn around and walk away; he couldn't be caught, especially not by Mycroft. That was far too risky, he'd have to hide away for a while, Sherlock will be fine, he's in good hands, and will be in better hands once Mycroft realises what has happened.

When Sherlock woke up a few days later, nobody was around, he could only hear the sound of the heart monitor, beeping away steadily to the rhythm of his heart and his own breathing. He frowned, he knew not to expect anyone to be waiting for him, Mycroft was busy feeding the Columbian empire false information, Mummy passed away last year, and Father stopped caring for him years ago, but some part of him felt like someone should be here with him. His memories were hazy but there was definitely someone that had brought him here. Well, not here, but to a hospital. He could just make out an American accent telling him to hold on.

"Come on now, there's a hospital right around the corner, you can't be giving up yet."

"Come on, big guy, you can make this."

The voice was male and American; it was probably a tourist, as not many people in London go about saving some overdosing junkie. So, what happened? He overdosed on cocaine in the middle of an alley, and some American tourist was passing by and decided to help him. No need to carry on thinking about it, it was just some Good Samaritan walking home. The next thing he did was check the drawers beside him, that's the good thing about this hospital, any belonging were kept in a bedside table right next to you. He peered inside, phone, keys, wallet, and his fob watch. Good, he thought whilst letting out a sigh of relief, it's still there, he hasn't lost it.

AN: So, that's the first one-shot of the series. I do hope you enjoyed it and that they weren't out of character. For those that are interested, the next Chapter of Disguise shall be uploaded on Tuesday, I'm babysitting today and I'm at placement tomorrow, so I'll work on it when I get back today, tomorrow and Tuesday morning. And the alternate version.

Have a nice day :)

~Steffii