I wanted to write something today before I had to go to work!

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"Sherlock, are you ok?" Rory asked the detective upon seeing his face, "Did you drink your tea already?"

"Huh?" He snapped out of his reverie, "No, I uh... Didn't want any after all." Sherlock turned to look back toward the break room that John and Rose were walking out of. He walked over to the doctor's, "When are we going to do this thing?"

"We can do it right now if you want. Step on in." Meta crisis replied, opening the door and heading to a control panel.

Sherlock stepped into the machine and closed the door behind him. As it turned on he closed his eyes, reveling in the silence it provided him. He went down into his mind palace, gathering together all the details he'd gotten so far about his feelings for John. There were moments, subtle moments, a brushing of fingers when handing off tea, a gaze that lasted a bit long, flushing of cheeks when a compliment was given. Sherlock realized he'd never blushed before when John called his deductions brilliant, and he'd never faltered when John made fun of the way he did things. But lately, he'd been acting like a teenage girl and he was finally realizing why. It may have been River that helped him come to the realization, but there was no denying it now. Sherlock opened his eyes, "Sentiment. Of course."

"So John, what are you two going to do once we get this all figured out?" The Doctor asked the shorter man, who was sitting at a station, poking at some samples of some sort of fabric.

"Ah, I guess we'll go back to looking for Moriarty."

"Oh? Is he up to his usual tricks? Organizing major crimes around he greater London area?"

"No. Well yeah, but I'm assuming the Moriarty from the books isn't as insane as ours."

"Well he is a professor."

"Not in my world. He's a lunatic, absolutely bonkers. Lately he's been killing people that look... Well that look like me." John hesitated.

"Why on earth would he be doing that?" The Doctor sat on the stool next to him, concern flooding his face, he hated all talks of murder and death.

"Because he's trying to break Sherlock. And the way to do that, is to threaten me, apparently." John's face flushed slightly as he looked down at his hands, "I can't possibly understand how I became so important to a high-functioning sociopath."

"Ah, there it is." The Doctor answered, looking around, his eyes met with Rose's for a brief moment, before she looked away, "You know, it's hard for people like Sherlock and I. We aren't as good at expressing our emotions."

"Are you saying you're a sociopath, Doctor?"

"No no, I'm saying that I'm incapable of having a relationship. I live much longer than any human, and I can't keep still for too long. I have loved, but haven't been able to express it fully."

"And that's like Sherlock, how? He doesn't believe in emotions." John looked at the man in his friends body, he never thought he'd have a conversation like this with Sherlock, though it wasn't really him, it was interesting.

"Of course he does! He just doesn't know how to express them! He shows them in other ways... Like, well like..."

"Like faking his own death?"

"No, I'm sure he's got some other outlet. Does he write? Or draw? Or anything like that?" The Doctor pried.

"He plays the violin." John answered and the Doctor's face lit up.

"And has he ever written anything special just for you?"

"Well he wrote a waltz for my wedding, but that's about it." John smiled at the memory.

"Are you sure that's it?"

"I have no idea." John shifted uncomfortably.

"Ask him." The Doctor said quietly and stood, walking over to his old friend, "Anything showing up?"

"Oh yeah, there's a major anomaly in the brain. It looks as if the telepathic field has been completely breached, I have no clue how this happened, but if you enter his mind, you should be able to get back to normal." The DoctorDonna replied, pointing at the scans of Sherlock's brain. There was a clouded substance around the skull, which the Doctor understood as the telepathic field, with a hole ripped in it.

"Well that's... Interesting. Why didn't I think of that before! But how do we get Amy and Rory back?" The Doctor asked.

"Oh, their scans were different, that's just a temporary displacement. They should be back to normal in no time. The TARDIS probably did it for fun."

"Glad she never did that to us." Rose said, smiling at the Doctor, "I don't think I could have handled bein' inside your head." Her tongue poked through her teeth, causing the Doctor to smile. Sherlock stepped out of the box and walked over to them.

"So how do we fix this?" He asked, looking hopeful.

"Well it would seem that all he needs to do is enter your mind, and they should switch back. But don't do it until you reach your own universe, just in case it happens again."

"So the TARDIS did this? Is that machine really that powerful?"

"Oh yeah, I've seen the power of the TARDIS," Meta crisis said, looking down at Rose, "She is capable of so much more than you'd believe." He half smiled and kissed the top of Rose's head.

"Wait a minute, is that how you're able to have a half Time Lord child?" Sherlock asked, "Did the TARDIS make this possible?"

"How did you... Never mind. You deduced it. Of course." Rose said rolling her eyes, "Yeah, I absorbed the time vortex once, to save him." She looked up at the duplicate doctor, "It altered my DNA a bit, we figured that out when I got pregnant, we always just assumed it wouldn't be possible. But now I guess a bit of the bad wolf is still in me." The Doctor smiled sadly.

"I guess I didn't get all of it out." He said, the guilt apparent on his face.

"No no, it's ok. It's made this possible, Doctor, and that's all I could ever ask for. A life, with the man I love." She smiled and suddenly the Doctor couldn't take it anymore, he turned to Sherlock and held his head.

"What are you doing?" Sherlock asked right before he was met with a painful knock to the forehead, "Oh what did you do that for!"

"Is that how you enter people's minds now? You head butt them?" Meta crisis asked, "I was definitely much more mature." He mumbled and Rose elbowed him.

"Now I've got a massive headache." Sherlock said, holding his head before he noticed his voice was his again, "Wait, that worked?"

"Yeah it did. I just..." The Doctor said looking at Rose, "I just wanted you to see me in this body, at least once before I left. I know it's silly..."

"It's not silly at all." Rose said, "I understand."

"Can I speak to you privately?" He asked Rose, glancing at his duplicate. She turned back to him and he nodded.

"Yeah." She said, smiling softly and they walked out into the hall.

"Look, Rose... I... Just wanted to say that, I never thought I'd get to see you again. And while this has only been a short time... I just... I'm glad I did." He stumbled around his thoughts, realizing he was much more nervous than he thought he'd be.

"You're certainly less eloquent in this body." Rose smiled, "But yeah, I'm glad too. Look, Doctor, this is difficult, seeing you. I've been happy for the last five years or so and I was worried when we first heard about the TARDIS landing here that I was going to fall apart again."

"You heard about the TARDIS?" He smiled, "Should have known."

"Yeah, Torchwood has all the CCTV cameras accessed, so they caught sight of her materializing. Alerted us right away, we didn't think you would come here. But I'm glad you did."

"I'm so very pleased that I got to see you like this. This is all I ever wanted for you."

"A fantastic life?" She laughed, her eyes filling with tears. The Doctor placed a hand on the side of her face, wiping away a rogue drop.

"Exactly." He half smiled before clearing his throat.

"River seems nice." She said.

"Ah yes, River Song."

"The Doctor's wife." Rose smiled, "Well, one of them anyway." She looked down and took a breath, placing her hand over the Doctor's and taking a hold of it.

"Things were hard for me too you know. After I left you here, with him. I wasn't entirely happy, did some things I'm not proud of. I'm pretty sure I married Elizabeth the first... I regenerated, obviously, and I'm not quite sure I closed all of the cracks in space and time, that might be how we came through."

"You know, I got a memory... It just came to me one day... My doctor said he didn't remember it, so it must have been you... New years eve, 2005..."

"Yeah, that was right before I..."

"Regenerated? So you weren't just a crazy drunk man." Rose laughed.

"Crazy? Yeah... Drunk? No." The Doctor smiled and kissed the blonde on her forehead, "Let's get back to the others."

"Doctor..." Rose said, her eyes widening as she looked over his shoulder.

"What?" The Doctor said turning to find a man in a suit looking into the lab.

"I know that man, that's Jim Moriarty."

DUN DUN DUNNNN!

A little closure for Rose and the Doctor! Yeah! I always wondered if she would have remembered seeing his face before, so I made it so. Don't judge me.

Off to work! I hope you liked it!