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"We saved you because there are set times in the universe, set things that must happen a certain way. You still have something to do in this world. He was going to change that." I watched the Doctor choose his words wisely.
"Why didn't you save John?" I asked coldly. I wanted to know.
"We couldn't. It's part of that set thing. He..." The Doctor fished for words.
"It's already happened, Sherlock. Time is going at a certain speed. Even though the future is already there it is not set until the past actually happens. Once certain things in the past happensthey are done. " She was lieing horribly but from the Doctor's look, she wasn't far off.
"Take me to my flat." I said, feeling the hollowness in my own voice. That was all I felt. the one relationship in my life and I had ruined it. I had killed my best friend. I grabbed my shoulder and hissed in pain for the umpteenth time. I deserved this pain.
We parked the Tardis about a block from his flat and walked him there. He sighed once we were at the door, and opened it, motioning us in. I went second, following the Doctor. As I brushed past him I caught a scent I had never smelled before. A mixture of orange, black coffee, peppermint and just Sherlock. The smell was all over his apartment upstairs. It was odd but not unpleasant. Something you would have to get used to.
"Would you move out of the doorway?" I heard a deep voice behind me. I felt chills as his hand brushed my arm as he passed me. He walked past the Doctor who was investigating the living area. I watched him go into a room and slam the door shut. He came back out a few moments later in a nice suit and white shirt, no tie.
"I have a question for you, Sherlock." The Doctor said, his voice a little strained from the harsh angle his head was at to look at something above him.
"Shoot away." The taller man said as he sat in a chair nearby, steepling his hands.
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