A/N ... SO... How've you guys been? Exams start today... I shouldn't be making excuses... sorry. Really sorry. Please forgive.

So, it's come to my attention that I am the only one who actually really likes The Sixth Doctor... (fml. I'm all alone )': ) and the sequel to this story has The Sixth Doctor, instead of The Tenth like i originally intended... I just thought that... I don't know... Six is an arrogant asshole and so is Sherlock eventually, so I thought that Six and John would get along. Just my opinion. Read if you wish. Thank you for listening to me rant if you've gotton this far. I love chocolate. I think I'll go get some. REVIEW!

Here's the link the to the sequel: s/10005932/1/Seven-Years-Too-Late

Chapter 7

A rather cheerful feeling floated about the busy streets of Athens, despite the seemingly organized chaos around them.

The Doctor turned to look back at Sherlock and grinned. "So what do you think?" He asked.

Sherlock's jaw was hanging open.

The Doctor laughed. "Well, well, The Parthenon."

Sherlock looked like he was going to faint. "This is… a-amazing!" He stuttered, staring up at the beautiful temple that was supported by columns. "Can… can we go inside?" He asked shyly.

"Of course!" The Doctor smiled, bouncing on his toes. "Just follow me when you're ready."

Sherlock stood, staring up at the building for a few more minutes before turning to face The Doctor. "Are we even allowed in there?"

"Well…. Not really, but don't worry I'll get us in." He said with a wink. "But first, we have to tackle this hill."

"No problem." Sherlock assured him.

The Doctor nodded and quickly set off up the path, Sherlock close behind.

"Have you ever been here before?" Sherlock asked presently.

"Been where?"

"Here. At the Parthenon."

"I've seen it, passing by, but I must admit that I've never been inside." He smiled.

"Where have you been?" Sherlock asked curiously.

The Doctor gave a low whistle. "Oh… I've been a lot of places… countless different planets… lots of scapeships… before the beginning of earth, after the end, and everywhere inbetween."

Sherlock's smile widened. "Really?"

The Doctor nodded. "Yeah. Of course there's far more places in time to go than just the time frame that earth existed in… many, many more places than the places I've been. Hundreds of planets everywhere are dying, and hundreds are being created at the same time! Even after 900 years, I can honestly still say that there's so much to see and so little time to see it."

Sherlock thought on this. "900 years?"

"Everyone dies, I just regenerate as well. It has its pros and cons… I don't get to choose what I look like, but sooner of later I will be a ginger. It is rather frustrating suddenly being a brand new person. You have new likes and dislikes, a new body, and I gotta tell you that there's nothing worse than being shorter than your previous self. It's a good idea to get used to your reflection before going out, but I don't usually have the time. You humans sure have a way of getting yourselves into trouble."

Sherlock tripped over a small rock, but quickly regained his balance. "I hope it's what all the scholars make it out to be. Time travel, I mean." He smiled. "All that and more."

The Doctor laughed. "It is, don't worry."

Sherlock looked up as he realized they had reached the temple.

"Ready?" The Doctor laughed.

"Absolutely."