A/N: Hello! Thank you for all the positive reviews! If you want me to add something (Mycroft breaking all the chairs was actually a request from one of my friends when I started writing this). I said in the first chapter that I'm transcribing this all, but at chapter five, that died. Now I'm going off the story written already but adding in things I want to add. SO. If you want me to add something, just drop a review and I'll try to add it in. ONE MORE THING: I'm typing this entire thing without looking at the keyboard! I've never done that before! I didn't know I could do this! Okay. Enjoy! :D
"Just this." The Doctor said, and he pulled a folded piece of paper from the inside pocket of his jacket and fixed it on with all the other papers.
"What's that?" John asked.
"Page from a book," the Doctor said vaguely, "Thought it might help."
"How?" John looked at the page covered in all sorts of circles – no words whatsoever.
"Can't you read?" The Doctor asked incredulously, "It's a page about teleportation rays."
"No, actually I can't read it." John said.
"Oh.," the Doctor threw his arms up in realisation, "It's in Gallifreyan! I forgot about that!"
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Gallifreyan." The Doctor said, "The circles that you see, that's Gallifreyan writing. TARDIS doesn't translate Gallifreyan."
"But there is no country that speaks Gallifreyan," John said.
"Nope!" The Doctor said, "But there… is a planet." He finished sadly.
"A planet?" Sherlock asked, "As in extra-terrestrial life forms living on it, using that writing?"
"Yes," the Doctor said wistfully, staring at the page with a great longing, "The planet of the Time Lords. In the constellation of Kasterborous. It's beautiful, that old planet. A sky of burnt orange with a citadel enclosed in this mighty glass dome, shining underneath the twin suns. Beyond that, the mountains go on forever. Slopes of deep red grass, capped with snow. And trees with silver leaves that glow in the morning, making it look like the forest's on fire." He could feel tears prickling in the corners of his eyes and quickly rubbed them.
"It… It sounds beautiful." John said.
"So, this planet," Sherlock said, "There are actually aliens living on it?"
"Yes." The Doctor said slowly.
"What do they look like?" Sherlock furrowed his brow.
As an answer, the Doctor gestured at himself.
"You?" John looked the Doctor up and down, "You're an alien?"
The Doctor nodded proudly.
"No," John said, disbelieving, "You're man like me and Sherlock!'
"Check." The Doctor encouraged, "I've got two hearts."
"I'm sorry – Two hearts?" John's eyes widened.
"Feel." The Doctor said. John, rather gingerly, walked over and awkwardly put his hand onto the Doctor's chest. He could feel one heart pumping away in the usual place for a human. "Now the other side." John put his hand there and jumped when he felt another heartbeat.
"Oh my God." John said quietly, then shouted, "Oh. My. God! Sherlock. He's – he's – he's got two hearts. Oh my God." He took his hand from the Doctor's chest and pulled Sherlock over to feel too.
"Oh…" Sherlock whispered.
