A/N: So many of you reviewed asking about this, so I felt like I should clarify:

This story is set in Pete's World, the alternate universe that Rose and TenTwo live in. It was confirmed by RTD that they grew their own TARDIS, and they were both able to grow old and die.

I didn't kill the Doctor.

Sherlock and John are never going to meet the Doctor.

Sorry.

"Mrs. Hudson?" John asked tentatively, feeling rather foolish talking to a piece of machinery.

"You do know it's not really her," Sherlock said to him in an undertone. "It's just her voice; I can't bring her back."

"Do you honestly think that I bloody care, Sherlock? We haven't seen her for two years! I just want something, okay? Something." Tears welled up in his eyes. "In the last two days, I've seen the impossible. I am currently inside of an impossible machine. Is is so bad for me to want this? Can't I just have one more miracle?" His tears deteriorated into sobs, then into a near-hysteria. One arm around his shoulders, steadying him, Sherlock lead him up half a flight of stairs to the Baker Street sitting room, where a pot of steaming Earl Grey tea sat on the table.

Gradually, John got his breath back, and was able to sit and drink the tea.

Maybe a bit too much to start with. Sherlock smiled to himself.