Disclaimer: I don't own these shows.
Two years later
It had been two years. Two whole years. Two years since the picnic at lake Silencio. The Doctor sat alone at a café in France. A man in a long black trench coat sat down in front of him.
"You've faked your death." The man stated plainly.
"Takes one to know one." Replied the Doctor.
"Why did you do it?"
"There was this woman, well actually an organization, but she was the head of it."
"I was in the same predicament. My foe was like a spider with a deadly web."
"She, Madame Kavarian, she used what I loved against me. She took my best friends' daughter and made her into a psychopath who was trained to kill me. She used my own rules against me. If I didn't die there everything I ever fought to save would be destroyed."
"Moriarty had assassins ready to kill all of my friends. The only people I care about would have died if I didn't fake my death."
"Kavarian messed up though. My friend's daughter and I fell in love. She, River is her name, is the only one who know that I'm not dead."
"Moriarty made a mistake too. He left out one of my friends. Molly, she worked in the morgue. She told everyone I was dead and helped me to recover."
"Still one of my closest friends thinks I'm dead. Amelia Pond the girl who waited. I wish I could tell her."
"Well if I ever come across her I will tell her that..."
"Tell her that her raggedy man is still alive. Is there anyone I should tell if I come across them?"
"My blogger. John Watson. " The two geniuses ow talked like old friends for during the course of the conversation they had both realized who the other was.
The Doctor stood up to leave.
"Goodbye Sherlock Holmes."
"Goodbye Doctor." And with that the two strangers and unlikely friends parted ways both of their hearts a little bit lighter.
AN: I wrote this as a sequel to One Year Later. This was my first attempt at Sherlock. I will write a third one. Please review.