The sorrow of all

As sudden as the movement had started, it stopped. The two men fell in silence, before it was broken by the Doctor. "Hey! Not bad for your first time; quite the grip you got there," Said the man fixing his bowtie. "WHAT WAS THAT? That noise, and the moving" question John, not really frisking out but a bit curious as to WHY everything moved as though a main battle tank were over them.

"Right should have explained that sooner…Hello I'm the Doctor. I am 11 thousand years old, I am a Timelord, I also happen to be the very last of my kind. I travel through time and space with my oldest friend, the TARDIS! We have run and fought, we have freed many and doomed much more." Finished the Doctor in a whisper, with a deep breath his smile returned. "Now, my dear Watson, that was us CRUSING through a time vortex."

"Time...AS IN TIME TRAVELING!"

"Yeah, almost a year ago. There is something that you need to see. Sherlock said it was essential for you to see this, it's the only way for you to figure the password up."

"…YOU KNEW THIS, YET WE STOOD AROUND DOING NOTHING. WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME ALL THIS!"

"I just did, but that doesn't matter, what matters is that we can find the pass_" the doctor was cut off by the tempered blogger. "What is so important about that password! You mention it as well as Mycroft."

With sadden eyes and deep breaths the Doctor commence the story. "There is something. Something of great importance. something that will prevent the sorrow caused by that incident. You see, John, just as you suffered his fall many others did as well. He was unknown of how loved he was. Many in this galaxy and the next, in all of times dimension, all suffered with that fall, all because you gave them Sherlock Holmes' heart as well as yours to cherish. The universe cried when your heart broke seeing him fall like that. We cannot allow you and the universe to cry anymore, it has been too long." Said the Time lord, giving John reassuring smile; without questioning the Doctor further the ex-soldier nodded.

"Good. Now come along Watson, we got a case to solve." Said the Doctor exiting the TARDIS.

'Different kind of copping John. Different kind of copping.'

Wordlessly he followed; John was taken back, as he definitely noticed the dark scenario, with glowing neon lights, lively scenario on the outside. They had moved. It was all REAL!

'Don't panic' "I must admit, I am a bit impress." He said cleaning his throat.

"Of course, you should be. Everything in the Universe has something to be amazed by and be proud of. Especially since everything change within seconds.' Said the Doctor, over the sound of passing cars and people talking. The usual sound, of the busy streets, of London.

The Doctor walked away, soon coming back holding a newspaper. "The date is January 17, 2012, what were you doing at this time." It took John a brief moment of thinking, before answering the Doctor. "Breaking the chief super intended's nose, Getting handcuffed with Sherlock, and running."

"Running? Always brilliant but not today, we are too early. Back in the TARDIS." The bowtie man said opening the doors of the box, as he turned around he found nothing. John was gone.

"Running hey, well I guess this is the only thing he has in common with all of them."

John ran, fast, knowing exactly well where to go and where to turn. He arrived in one of the darkest alleys. He heard running nearing, he stepped back and stud in the shadows. Soon two figures passed in front of him the two holding hands.

"Now people will definitely talk."

Dimming light hit them, showing Sherlock running in front and John beside him. The blogger could only stare at them as the laugh. Before he could follow a man loomed over him. 'Damn his height!' "Not so different I see." commented the Doctor's voice. "What were you thinking, running off like that! You could of changed a lot of things if they had seen you." Lectured the spaceman.

"I know that is why I stood in the shadows; I just wanted to see him. You weren't lying. This, all of this is real. How?"

"I understand how you feel, but we cannot let this happen again." He said as he stated walking away. The two returned to the TARDIS going on about King Arthur and his best friend, the Dragonlord, Merlin. John listened closely to the tale when he noticed that his and Sherlock's friendship oddly enough resemble a great deal to that of Arthur's and Merlin's. Especially in the tragic ending.

"Here we are," mused the Doctor opening the doors to the TARDIS; the Doctor stood by the doors until John made his way inside. "Now we wait!"

Not five minutes had past, yet the mad man was already turning the patient man into an equally mad one. "Would you PLEASE stop pacing around, it's getting you nowhere."

"But it's so boring!" said the Doctor, stopping his pacing around for a moment, then carried on. "How can you deal with it, being this bore. My boredom has boredom!" John could only stare at him.

'I trust John can cope with him, as well as he did me.'

'Cope'

"Is there any more life forms, out there?"

Next chapter

Truth to the Lie, Life to the Death.

This will hopefully be the smallest chapter of them all, so far it is

Thank you for reading.