*Sherlock's POV*

"Cemetry please mate," John says as he gets into the back of the cab. "We're picking someone up in Laurieston Gardens as well if you can go via there." I hum my response and Mrs Hudson climbs in the other side.

"She's not over at that house again is she, John?" she asks shaking her head. "The poor girl, I wish she'd come home." She leans forward and starts talking to me as I pull away. "Her father died a few weeks ago - suicide it was. The girl's been a wreck ever since." My grip tightens on the steering wheel.

I had hoped to come and find her at Baker Street so I could take her with me but things have changed and I'm going to have to maintain the facade of my death and cause her more pain.

The fact she's back in Brixton hurts as well. It's where she ran away to after Irene died the first time, and taking her back for a Study in Pink, as John calls it, must have brought those memories back again. She used to bed down with the homeless kids in the same house and for a long time, they were the only ones taking care of her.

I pull up outside the house and sure enough she stands there waiting. But she's completely unrecognisable from when I last saw her. Her face is sallow, her eyes dark and sunken and her clothes hang off of her as she waits.

"Thanks for picking me up," she says tiredly and avoids eye contact from John and Mrs Hudson as she sits down, placing a bouquet of white roses on her lap. John and Mrs Hudson exchange concerned glances as I pull away again and start driving towards the cemetry.

As I expected, none of them have realised it's me who's driving them. 'Nobody ever thinks about the cabby' certainly rings true here.

As I pull up outside the cemetry, John hands me a fistful of notes before they slide out and I set off again but stop just a little way down the road. Leaving the car by the side of the road, I walk back towards the cemetry to watch my burial.

Unsurprisingly, it's just John, Mrs Hudson and Sophie at the grave. Mother and father know so they don't need to be here, Mycroft knows and Molly provided the body so she also knows.

After Claudette's scream in the interview room, I realised Moriarty must have found someone who looks like me to kidnap her and her brother. They would have killed him soon after, meaning there was a dead body looking like me lying around in a morgue somewhere. Molly saw to that, much as she did when she found a body to match Irene's body at Christmas.

I watch as Mrs Hudson leaves Sophie and John behind to say a few things. From where I stand, I can't hear what they're saying, but they both look broken.

After a few minutes, John walks away and I move behind a tree to block his view of me before moving back around to watch Sophie. That ear-splitting scream as I jumped is a sound that will never leave me, just as the sight of her crumpling to the ground beside me won't. I want to walk over to her now and tell her everything will be okay but I can't. I need to disable Moriarty's network and Sophie needs to stay away from that. She may be broken now but she's incredibly strong and will move on. She needs to forget about me, as I did with Irene. And I have to hope she doesn't fall as far as I did when doing it.

As I step back out of the way when she turns, I step onto a dry stick and her head snaps over in my direction. For a moment, her eyes rest on me and I consider stepping out and revealing myself properly but she has already moved on, leaving me to wonder how many other times she's thought she's seen me.

I watch her leave through the gates, and as she disappears the sound of wheezing engines and cranking motors fill the air and I turn around as the TARDIS lands behind me.

"Perfect timing as ever, Doctor," I say as I walk inside and he looks up from the console, looking conflicted.

"I'm changing the deal, Sherlock," he says, looking up.

"No," I reply sternly. "We had an agreement."

"Use the TARDIS to catch you and then off to destroy Moriarty's Web, yes," he says angrily but takes a breath before continuing. "But we're picking Sophie up tonight."

"The whole point of this was to keep her safe."

"Yes but you shouldn't be alone. Neither of you." I look away and the Doctor goes back to his monitor.

"Out of every single person in this universe I thought you would be the last one to judge me."

He glares at his screen before kicking the console. The machine whines in response and he calls down slightly. "At least listen to these: this should change your mind." He touches the screen and a voice comes comes over the speaker, filling the room.

"Doc, please pick up." It's Dean. The Doctor stares ahead as I listen. "You gotta do something. And don't give me any of that 'fixed point' crap. I know you can save him, Doc. Don't you dare just sit back and watch. At least think of Sophie." The Doctor reaches up and slides the screen over to the next message.

"Dad's dead," Sophie cries over the speaker. "He fell and ended up on the bloody ground. But you were too busy gallivanting around the universe to save him, weren't you? Don't try looking for me."

"See?" the Doctor asks, teeth bared. "Your daughter is falling apart and only you can solve it."

"Don't you think I know that?" I hiss. "Don't you think the only thought that has been going through my mind the last few weeks is of her? I can't allow her to get hurt. She stays behind." The Doctor doesn't respond, glaring ahead in almost as much self-hatred as I'm feeling now, but eventually he huffs and reaches for the controls, starting the engines before we take off.