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5 Minutes Later

"But Amy, don't you think we should wait? Maybe make a stop at Zoig or see the Romans! You love Romans!" It was a weak attempt to try and make her change her mind. The moment Sherlock had closed the TARDIS doors, she demanded that he took them to five years from now. "It won't be fair to Sherlock if he has to wait five years to see us and we only wait five minutes! What will we tell him? He's not exactly the most patient person. Deciding to wait for five years will be difficult for him."

"But Doctor! He'll understand, he will! Don't you think he'd do the same thing in our position. Do you think he would wait before going to see us?" Her voice was thick and raw from crying and desperation was clear in her voice. Her need, her love for this boy had become so strong in the three months they were together. The two shared such a bond, that you would think they had been together their entire lives. The Doctor forced himself to look away, fiddling with the controls once more. He couldn't bear to see her in so much pain. They had only been separated for five minutes. What would happen when Sherlock decided to stop travelling with them for good? "Please, Doctor..I miss him." Amy was so quiet the Doctor had nearly missed her saying anything.

He sighed quietly. "Yes, fine alright, I understand. But we have to make one quick stop first."

"Thank you Doctor! Where are we going?" She hugged him tightly and beamed at him. He couldn't help but smile back.


5 Years Later

"Sherlock, we've been in here for hours. I'm starving. Can we please just go get something to eat. We can come right back, won't be gone ten minutes." John whined and his friend shot him a glare before refocusing on the middle of his room. He hadn't seen Sherlock look so excited in months, and that was due to the fact that he had successfully smuggled a pig liver out of John's Anatomy class. For an experiment, John. You can't deny science. Him and his damn experiments. For the past five years, Sherlock had talked Johns ear off about the Doctor, Amy, and their adventures together. It had taken John about three weeks to realize that the random little kid that showed up on his door step wasn't all that crazy, and another month to finally believe Sherlock about the Doctor. When Sherlock finally revealed how he knew to find John, John found himself looking for Amelia Pond until Sherlock had told him not to bother, saying that right now she was only a toddler but that she'd meet him when she was getting out of high school. At the time, Sherlock saying that she would meet him instead of saying he would meet her seemed odd, but now it made sense. Sherlock was completely convinced that the Doctor would come back on this day, but they had been sitting on Sherlock's bed just staring into the middle of his room for at least 9 hours now, and while his room had an attached bathroom, it didn't have an attached kitchen.

John was slightly frustrated with how the day was turning out and he didn't want to just sit around all day waiting on someone who may not even come; but he was waiting with Sherlock, so it really wasn't that bad. He stole a glance at his friend. He was tall and skinny, with dark hair and pale skin. He had the most beautiful eyes John had ever seen, always changing from blue to green to grey, depending on the mood and day. His features were all sharp and angular, and while it would make most people look alien-like, Sherlock looked like something out of a magazine. More often than not, Sherlock would be wearing black jeans and a very fitted black button down. John found himself wishing to reach out and hold Sherlock's hand, or cheek, or even just push his fingers through his dark curls. He knew it was ridiculous to be pinning after Sherlock like this, but he couldn't help it.

Sherlock could feel John staring at him and quickly looked over, catching his eyes before John flushed and looked away. Sherlock had to repress his own smile at this. He knew that John had feelings for him and he knew that he also had feelings for John, but relationships were messy and complicated. He would have to ask Amy if it was actually worth the trouble, she always knew the answer to these things.

After a few minutes John got up and took a book out of Sherlock's shelves before plopping back onto the bed.

"Sherlock?"

"Hm?"
"What language is this book in? These don't even look like proper letters." John flipped through some more pages before flipping the book around and searching the inside cover for a picture for the author but there was none, only more of the odd symbols.

"Oh, that, that is the Holy Book of Kafinomarjairo." John just stared at him blankly, before putting the book down and rolling onto the floor.

"Sherlock, can I ask yo-" John cut off suddenly, shielding his face with his hands. Sherlock shot off of the bed, his hands clasped together as he tried to conceal his excitement. There was an impossibly loud whooshing sound and the strongest winds John had ever felt coming from the centre of the room, where a large, blue box was now appearing.

"It's happening, John! He's here! I knew he was real, I knew it wasn't all a dream." Sherlock looked back to John, smiling wider than John had ever seen , as he shouted, trying to speak over the loud wind.

All at once, the noise and the wind stopped. John couldn't believe what he was seeing, but there it was. The magic blue box Sherlock had always told him about, down to the colour of the door handle and every last word on the door post.

The doors flew open and a blur of red went past John, running into Sherlock before latching onto him. John stumbled backwards slightly before getting a proper look at the "red blur", that he now realized was a girl. She was wearing a short denim skirt, a red top, a cropped leather jacket and simple black boots. She was tall and thin, much like Sherlock, and had long, bright red hair. This must be Amy then.

John smirked at Sherlock's expression, he was so unused to physical contact and now he had a girl latched onto him, who looked at though he was going to have to pry her off of him. What he didn't expect was for Sherlock to wrap his harms, equally tight, around her. John gaped at his friend and couldn't help but feel jealous of this Amy, who was so easily doing something he's been trying to muster the courage to do for five years.

In an attempt to distract himself from the pair, who were now giggling and holding onto each other for dear life, John looked back to the open-doored box. It was a tiny thing, how could it possibly be what Sherlock said it was? Unable to suppress his curiosity or stand to be in the same room as the apparent love birds, he slowly made his way to the blue box's doors, closing his eyes before walking in.

He knew he was dreaming when he opened his eyes, because it just wasn't possible for him to be standing inside that tiny box. Not when the inside was as huge, and magnificent as it was.

"So what do you think of my TARDIS?" John turned, and behind him was a tall, scrawny mad in a tweed jacket, suspenders, and a bow tie. His hair was light brown and ruffled, and he had cheekbones just nearly as sharp as Sherlock's. This was the Doctor?

"You're-"

"The Doctor, that's me." A normal person might think twice about being interrupted like that but Sherlock did it so often he was far too used to it by now. "And you are John Watson." The Doctor made his way over to John and kissed the air beside each of his cheeks.

"Erm..yes, thank you. What is a TARDIS anyway?"

"It's her! Time And Relative Dimension In Space. The TARDIS. Isn't she beautiful?"

"Er, yeah, but, well it- I mean she..is, uh well is a bit bigger on the inside."

The Doctor nodded emphatically and clapped his hands together, his face broke into a huge, childish grin and his eyes were bright and kind.

"Oh hey, you said it! He loves that bit." Amy and Sherlock walked back through the doors of the box, her hand still on his arm. "Sherlock never said it though, he's just far too clever to point out something so obvious." She teased him lightly and they shared a laugh again. John felt the jealousy coming up again as he looked at Amy properly. She was stunning, absolutely gorgeous. She had the same striking cheekbones as Sherlock and the Doctor, but a rounded face and her eyes were only slightly less kind than the Doctors. She looked smart, strong. No wonder Sherlock was attracted to her.

He looked over to his friend, and saw that he had a strange look in his eyes, something John had seen only twice before. The first time he'd seen it was when he had told Sherlock that he believed Sherlock's stories of the Doctor; the second time was when he had told off Mycroft when him and Sherlock had gotten into a rather heated argument and Mycroft had said some cruel things about Sherlock not being normal and having no friends. Sherlock was happy. Beyond happy, even. That sort of look in his eyes meant he may as well be crying tears of joy.

"Doctor." Sherlock didn't even look at the man, and his voice was detached.

"Sherlock." The Doctor crossed his arms over his chest, and he looked as though he was forcing himself to look away and not smile. But the two caught each others eyes and could no longer fight there smiles and giggles. The Doctor ran to Sherlock and hugged him tightly, kissing the air beside each cheek as he had with John.

"Look at you, you got so tall! Still making people cry?"

"Always, Doctor." They shared a smile again, and The Doctor ran to some sort of control panel and came back with a small, decoratively wrapped box, and handed it to Sherlock. Sherlock smiled slightly, before opening up the package and taking out a deep blue scarf. Sherlock eyes lit up as he wrapped it around his neck.

"Blue, Doctor?" He let out a dramatic, long-suffering sigh as Amy played his new scarf before taking his arm in hers again.

"Aha, of course! The bluest, blue ever! Figured you might need a splash of colour!" The Doctor smiled wide again, and began fiddling with the controls.

"So then, this is him? John Watson." Amy detached herself from Sherlock, and was now circling around John. "He's cute." She sent a look to Sherlock and gave John a flirtatious smile. "You got lucky with this one Sherlock, I wish Rory look this cute in a jumper." John felt himself flush as he realized what she was implying about him and Sherlock.

"Oh, no, no see me and Sherlock, we're not- I don't- no. We're friends. Just friends."He stumbled on his words and flushed again as she and the Doctor shared a look that shouted, as if we're going to believe that. Sherlock seemed completely oblivious to their conversation and was having a look at the control panel in the middle of the room.

"Rory. Who's Rory?" He said, clearing his throat slightly. While he was mostly desperate to change the subject, he was also a bit curious. Was there someone he was missing? Sherlock had never told him about any Rory.

"Rory is my boyfriend, back in my real time. Sherlock doesn't like him. Says he's too boring." She said rolling her eyes as John gave an amused huff. Maybe her and Sherlock's relationship wasn't so romantic after-all.

"Right, come along Pond! I think Sherlock here wants to give John a tour before we head off." The Doctor shouted before spinning around the controls, grabbing Amy's hand and shooting off into the depths of the TARDIS, not a bothering with a "good bye".


It was kinda hard for me to write this chapter because I wanted to put so much in it and I just couldn't find a good place to break it off. I hope you guys like it!

Special thanks to Just another time-lord for helping me out!