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Suddenly a loud thump behind him alerted him that something was drastically wrong.

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'John!' he hurried over to Palace John with a strange feeling that he had done that before, not long ago, somewhere else. In a moment he realized he had seen John collapse in the real world. During the case. Just before Sherlock's memories became a vortex of black matter, sucking all knowledge and facts into it, destroying them.

He didn't remember John waking up. John may have not woken up. His life may still be in danger out there.

Sherlock needed to get out of his Palace now.

And he needed to get John help.

And Palace John was the only presence there that still held any control over the clues, at a time he was slowly growing out of reach. 'Come on, John', he directed through gritted teeth, as he pushed an arm around his neck and helped him up. 'I need to take you to Mrs Hudson, she'll take care of you, John. That nice chicken soup she makes and you'll be fine in no time.'

'Sherlock', John asked him, looking lightheaded as he spoke, 'you need to get out of here. Just leave me here and get out.'

'I'm never leaving you behind.'

He giggled softly. 'Sherlock, I'm a memory in your Mind Palace, I'll be fine. You need to get out... and help the real me.'

'If you're not saying anything useful, just shut up already, John.'

'You pretentious annoying...' he bit his lip before ending his description. 'I'm telling you a lot, if you just pay attention.'

'You're not telling me things I want to know.'

'Then there is only one more thing you can do, Sherlock.' He shook his head heavily.

'What?' he could sense the hesitation in Palace John.

'You need to go to Jim Moriarty. If anyone here can break a rule and tell you what happened it's him.'

'You know what's happening. You can tell me, John.'

'I care too much for you, Sherlock. That's why I can't break your rules in your Palace. Maybe he can tell you what I can't. And then just make sure you get out of here. Don't come back for me. It's yourself that you need to worry about.'

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A/N: Sorry, small chapter. -csf