AN: Oh blimey, I've let Lockie come out to play; I have drifted so far away from Canon fob watches. I hope you don't mind.

I've noticed I've mentioned certain things in previous chapters and haven't explained them; a good example of this is the coat and scarf. I'm going to try and explain them with the upcoming chapters. Though, that may be hard.

Warning: The Doctor is rather out of character but I have very good reasons for this.

Anyway, new chapter, hope you enjoy it :)


The Doctor looked over at Sherlock who had entered the TARDIS. His eyes were shut, when they opened again, he knew the man looking out of them was not Sherlock. His breath caught in his throat. The Doctor couldn't sense him, meaning Sherlock was still in there. It was the spark in his eyes; Lockie would always have this little spark in his eyes that people would see from miles away. It was that spark which told The Doctor that Sherlock wasn't here anymore. He could see a glow coming from Sherlock's inside pocket. The longer Sherlock keeps the watch the more Lockie's going to be coming out, and clearly, not just through his personality. Sherlock, no, Lockie looked at him.

"Welcome back to the land of living." The Doctor said with a smile.

Lockie smiled slightly, "Best enjoy it while I can, Sherlock won't be too happy if I left him in the dark for long."

The Doctor's smile faltered, "He needs to come back."

Lockie nodded, "I know, but I needed to see her. It's been a long time; I just needed to see her." He replied as he looked around the console room with a look of admiration.

"Couldn't you just access it from Sherlock's memories?" He asked.

Lockie scoffed, "It's not the same, I needed to see the TARDIS with my own eyes."

The Doctor nodded, he could understand that. They shared a special connection, the three of them. To spend so long away from her and to be aware of it must be dreadful. A sad expression came over his face knowing that this is going to be the only time he can speak to his friend until Sherlock chooses to open the watch and who knows how much longer that could be. Lockie was beginning to blink; The Doctor smiled slightly, he looked like a child determined to stay up past his bedtime. Lockie walked closer to him, he stopped moments before him. Slowly, they wrapped their arms around each other, one final hug before they lost each other again, both of them smiling sadly. It didn't last too long; when they pulled away The Doctor could see the fear in loneliness in Lockie's eyes.

"I don't want to go back, Siggy. I'm just waiting, sitting there, dwelling amongst the memories. I came so close to coming out, so close, but he didn't open it. I can't stay in there much longer, Siggy, I think I'm going to go insane." Lockie said slowly and dismally.

The Doctor took Lockie's shoulders and forced him to look into his eyes, "I know, Lockie. I promise you, Sherlock will open the watch, but you have to wait until he's ready."

Lockie scoffed, "It's been 36 years, you were only gone for 3 months! It's been 36 years, Siggy!"

Siggy looked apologetic, "It's been 84 for me, Lockie. I had to wait for you to grow up. Lockie, listen to me; as soon as Sherlock is ready I will be there. I will be with him, I will be waiting for you, the moment you come back is the moment we can go back to travelling together. Not much longer now, Lockie."

Lockie suddenly looked very childlike, "Promise?"

"Yes, Lockie, I promise."

Within a few blinks the spark had vanished and Lockie was gone. The glow had depleted and Sherlock had returned. He reacted the similarly to Lockie, he looked around the room in awe, his eyes also held recognition. The doctor quickly plastered a smile, one that said an adventure was coming.

"Right, Sherlock, if we are going to stop this army then we are going to need help from an old friend."

The TARDIS began to dematerialise, through the noise Sherlock shouted, "You leave the parking brakes on?"

"Why not? It's a wonderful sound!" He shouted back.

"How do you not get headaches?"

The TARDIS came to a stop. The Doctor then replied, "The TARDIS would never give me a headache." He walked towards the door, "Come along, Sherlock, it's time to meet an old friend."

The Doctor had walked out of the TARDIS and into an attic. It wasn't a normal attic by far, no. It was full of alien gadgets and technology. It wouldn't be long until the owner came rushing in. Actually, he could hear footsteps on the stairs right now. The door flew open and she was looking right at him.

"Doctor!" She cried.

"Hello, Sarah Jane."


Mycroft was watching the CCTV again, he'd witnessed The Doctor and Sherlock enter the TARDIS and at any moment now it was going to disappear, Lestrade had said that Sherlock wasn't answering his phone and was ready to run out of the door to chase after him had he not seen the blue box on the laptop screen.

"What is that?" He asked.

Mycroft had to resist rolling his eyes, "If you actually looked, Detective, you will know that it is a police box."

"Yes, but what is it doing here?"

Mycroft replied cryptically, "It's how The Doctor travels."

Lestrade and John looked at Mycroft completely confused. Mycroft opted not to explain as they were going to witness it in a moment. The light on top of the box flashed, the camera cut and when it came back the box was gone. John and Lestrade looked at him with completely shocked expressions.

"Mycroft, would you please explain what the hell is going on!" John said as calmly as he could manage, except his eyes were angry, extremely angry.

Slowly Mycroft started talking, "Sherlock's my brother. You both may have realised that Sherlock isn't biologically related to me. Of course, you should both realise by now he isn't entirely human either. The first time I ever saw a man cry was the first time I ever met The Doctor."


Mycroft had been looking for his book when he heard it; a strange whirring noise coming from the back of the study. Mycroft had walked towards the sound and he saw a man and a blue police box. The man was holding something in his arms; he appeared to be talking to the box.

"I told you outside the house, not inside. Where are we, anyway?" The man turned around so that Mycroft could truly see him, "Ah, can you tell me, is this the Holmes manor?"

Mycroft looked up at him, black floppy hair, dark green eyes, tweed jacket, blue bow tie and black trousers, he was holding some papers in his right hand and there was a bundle in a blue blanket in his left; Mycroft could see some black hair protruding from the top. He replied, "Yes, what are you doing here?"

"And what's your name, kiddo?" He said.

"Mycroft Holmes, what are you doing here?"

The man began to look around, "Where am I? I'm in a study." He wandered around for a while, "Yes, I'm looking for Mr and Mrs Holmes, are they home?"

Mycroft looked at the man who had sat down on the couch by the wall; the papers were put aside on the floor. Mycroft could see that the bundle in his arms was a sleeping baby, "They're at a business conference."

"Ah and when will they be back?"

"Not for another hour."

The man shook his head, "I was hoping they'd be home."

Mycroft sat down beside him, "What's your name and why are you carrying that baby?"

The man smiled softly as he looked down at the bundle in his arms, "I'm The Doctor and this, Mycroft, is your new baby brother."

Mycroft looked confused, "But, my parents don't want another child."

"They don't want another one or you don't want them to have another one?" The 'Doctor' looked at Mycroft, "I contacted your parents a few days ago, asking if they would like another child. They said that they were having trouble conceiving, they would love to take Lockie." The name came out of his mouth before he could stop it.

"Lockie?" Mycroft repeated.

"It's a nickname Susan gave him." His bottom lip wobbled and his voice broke slightly and he put his chin towards his chest. Mycroft could see that this man was barely hanging on. The Doctor sniffed, the bundle moved slightly, still sleeping softly. Mycroft leaned forward and he could see unshed tears in The Doctor's eyes. The Doctor sighed, "I was hoping your parents would be here, that way I would be able to give them Lockie and be on my way. Ready to stop those who made this happen."

"Doctor, there is a chance they might be back early."

The Doctor's eyebrows furrowed together, "How old are you, Mycroft?"

"I turned 7 last month."

"And your parents left you all alone?"

Mycroft could see that The Doctor was rethinking his decision, "It was unexpected, there were no babysitter's available, so they left me with the staff."

The Doctor nodded, his attention once again settled on the baby in his arms.

"Who are you?" Mycroft asked.

The Doctor looked at him, "We're Time Lords, Lockie and I. Well, Lockie isn't, not anymore." His voice was sad and his expression was miserable, "He's human, he's forgotten everything. He won't remember me, Tyler, Gallifrey, not his friends, not even his family." The Doctor held the baby closer to his chest and sniffed, "I'm sorry, Mycroft. I told myself not to cry, not to breakdown, to simply go in, give them Lockie and walk straight back out but it's not working. It's just Lockie and I have been travelling for 802 years, we've been best friends for even longer and now I have to let him go. I have to let him be raised by strangers, not to know a thing about Gallifrey, me, his friends, his family, nothing. I need to wait for him to grow up before we can go back to travelling together. It's going to be hard, Mycroft. I'm not sure how I'll be able to handle it."

Mycroft lifted his arms, "May I hold him?"

The Doctor looked protectively over the sleeping child but the expression soon softened and he placed the boy in Mycroft's arms. As Mycroft shifted the boy into a position comfortable for them both, but as he did so, he could hear muffled sobs coming from the man beside him. Mycroft looked at him. The Doctor was leaning forward, fringe covering part of his face, hand covering his mouth and nose. Tears were streaming down his face as he mourned the loss of a friend – one of his oldest and best friends. A friend that would no longer remember him and would now have to live a different life completely. The sobs were heart breaking and broken. It was sad, seeing a grown man cry, he had never seen a man cry before, he's seen mother cry but not father. Mycroft handed the man a tissue before looking at the small bundle in his arms. He was so small and light, his small chest rising and falling, tiny heart racing, he looked so small and vulnerable. He felt the sudden urge to keep this child safe and protected. Keep him out of harm. The baby breathed in deeply and snuggled closer to him. Once The Doctor had composed himself, he pulled something from his pocket. It was a small silver fob watch.

"Mycroft, I need you to do something for me." He held the watch up, "This is Lockie's essence, it's hard to explain but you'll soon understand. Everything that Lockie is, is kept inside this watch, I need you to keep it safe. Don't give it to him until he's ready and keep him protected. Do not let anyone find out who he actually is and do not let him get in harm's way. Can you do that for me?"

Mycroft kept his eyes on the small boy he was holding and nodded, "I promise, Doctor."

The Doctor breathed a sigh of relief, "Good."

The small boy gurgled in Mycroft's arms and his eyes opened. Mycroft saw ice blue eyes for a moment before they fell shut, the small boy too tired to stay awake. The Doctor took Lockie from Mycroft and gave him the fob watch instead.

"It's very important that the watch is kept safe, it's who Lockie is, without it, he will never return to me." As he spoke he held the baby close, not willing to let him go.

Mycroft only nodded because at that point the door had opened.

"Mycroft, are you in here?"

It was mother. The Doctor picked up the papers, stood up and walked towards her.

"Ah, Mrs Holmes, it's nice to finally meet you." He held out his hand.

Mrs Holmes looked at him with a strange expression and shook his hand, "Ah, yes, Mr Smith, isn't it?"

The Doctor nodded, "Yes. All the papers are here, all I need is for you and Mr Holmes to sign them and then you are now parents to two children instead of one."

Mrs Holmes nodded, "How old is he?" She asked.

"About a week old."

"What's his name?"

The Doctor faltered. Mycroft spoke up instead, "Sherlock."

The Doctor looked at him quickly before looking back at Mrs Holmes, "Yes, his names Sherlock. Like I said, his parents can't raise him and my life is far too dangerous to raise a child. All I need is for you and Mr Holmes to sign the papers. Where is he?"

"I'll go get him."

As she left, The Doctor looked at Sherlock and spoke softly. Mycroft could barely hear him, "I'm sorry, Lockie, I had no choice. Just remember that everything will be okay, I'll be watching over you, making sure everything's fine, you're safe and that you're protected. You're my best friend, Lockie, nothing can change that." He leant down and kissed the small boys forehead, wiping away his tear after.

After that, Mycroft watched them sign the papers, hold Sherlock and The Doctor leave. He'd made a promise to keep the child safe and he intends to keep that promise, even if it kills him.


AN: Yep, this is basically the explanation chapter! Well, the explanation chapter-ish. In the flashback, The Doctor is 1198, just to give you a little help about how long they've been travelling.

I had originally written the flashback from The Doctor's perspective; trust me, that one was a tear jerker. Then I had to remember, this is coming from Mycroft's memory, he isn't going to know what The Doctor is thinking. Still, that was a right old tear jerker.

This has mysteriously become a crossover with Sarah Jane and I have no idea how.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed it, have a nice day :)

~Steffii