*Sherlock's POV*

"Make the choice!" Moriarty yelled, laughter in his voice. Watson was tied to a chair, Lara tied to another. Their sides faced me , their backs to each other as a good 15 ft. separated them, Moriarty in the middle, a gun in his hand. My mind analyzed the situation, but he made sure I could not rescue them both. "Come now Holmes! I grow bored!" I looked between my friend of ten years, and the women who held my infatuation.

"Holmes! Choose me!" Watson yelled, only to have Moriarty hit him upside the head with the gun.

"Quiet now dog. Your nobility is old and annoying." I held my hands into fists, glaring at the man before me. "Sherlock. I'll give you thirty seconds to decided who shall die." I closed my eyes, shaking my head.

"You know Moriarty, this is quite beneath you." I said, opening my eyes to shoot a bored look to him. He raised a brow and I shrugged. "Really now? The famous choice? And here I thought you were better those other people they call Villains." His lab was silent as his anger blossomed. I noticed the remote device. I glanced at it quickly, knowing that is what he used to bring her to our time. "This game is old and over used. Silly me to think you were clever." I smirked in his direction, his face blushing in anger.

"Quiet and pick Holmes, or I will." He held his gun up, pointing it at Lara. I merely smiled, shaking my head.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." His brows came together as confusion took angers place.

"And why is that?" I stood up straight, holding my hands behind my back.

"Because all of Scotland yard's police will be here is five-four-three two-" The doors to his lab busted open, making him look all around. "It's over." he set his glare on me, before he dashed away. "Get him!" I shouted, and all of the police chased after him as he opened a cabinet which was actually a secret escape. I sighed and walked over, untying Watson, then Lara.

"Come on! He's-" She stopped, once she saw Watson and I looking at her. Her brows came together as her eyes locked with Watson, probably reading his emotions. "You guys never intended to catch him… Just to get rid of him so…" Her eyes trailed to small remote on the table. "You can get rid of me…" She murmured, making my heart thump erratically.

*Normal POV*

I stood, facing them with sorrow. John came up to me first, smiling sweetly. I must admit, I always adored John. He was like a father to me in the foreign world. Reprimanded me when needed, praised me on my worthy accounts and talked to me when I was over the end. I smiled when he stood in front of me, whishing I had a father like him. I hugged him around the waist, him being much taller then I. He hugged me back.

"You be good." I smiled as I let him go, nodding. "And try not to steal anymore. Very un-like you." I rolled my eyes at him.

"I won't make any promises."

"I know." We hugged one last time before he walked back to where Holmes was watching something on the ceiling with interest. "I'm going to see how Lestrade and his men are doing." Watson said, elbowing Holmes with his cane.

"Right! Good choice Ol'cog! I'll make sure she gets back." Watson sighed, nodding to me one last time and left us alone. "So," Holmes said, me looking away from the spot Watson left to him. "Are you ready?" He grabbed the remote and began to turn the dial. "2010, right?" I nodded, looking at the floor.

"Sherlock…" He froze, not looking up at me. I smiled, realizing that was the first time I have said his first name. "I think I should stay until Moriarty-"

"No!" His head shot up as he glared at me. "It's far to dangerous for you to stay here." I rolled my eyes.

"Everywhere I go will be! At least here, I can make a difference! If anything you-" I stopped dead once his lips came into contact with mine. I was frozen, eyes wide. He pulled back, raising an eyebrow at me.

"You know as well as I you don't belong here." I blinked at him, soon realizing he did it to shut me up. I glared, going to punch him but he caught my wrists, his eyes burning into my own. "You don't belong around me…" He said with a clenched jaw, making my eyes go wide as he began to back me up into the wall. When my back touched it, his eyes raging as I felt his internal emotions, my panic began to rise. The dream I had fluttered back to life, my insides churning.

"Wha-what if I say I do?" I asked in a whisper. Pride, affection and sorrow swarmed him.

"I am not a good guy, despite what Watson thinks." He dropped my hand, breaking my connection to him. "Take now for instance." He took another step forward, putting both of his arms on either side of my head. "I'm willing to risk your loyalty, just to satisfy myself." I opened my mouth slightly as he glared at the floor.

"Sherlock…" when he wouldn't look up at me, I grabbed his face and made him look. I felt his want. How he wanted me so bad, but felt as if he were betraying himself. His emotions conflicted, as mine did. "You can never change who you are. Your good, whether you can see it or not. I know it, and nothing you do can change it." I let go of his face and he stared at me with those soul burning brown eyes.

"You won't say that after this." My brows came together, as he said this. But once he stood tall, his arms going to his sides, I got a sickly feeling in my stomach. He put his hand behind my neck, pulling me to him and our lips connected. Instead of freezing this time, I melted against him. Somewhere deep down I knew this would be our only chance. As he wrapped his arm around my back, I dug mine into his hair. Our mouths moved synch as our bodies fit to one another with ease. His erratic body heat thawed my frozen skin. As he tilted his head to the side, his tongue started into my mouth, I knew I couldn't belong anywhere else but in his strong arms. I curled into him as much as I could, him tightening his hold on me. Before I could comprehend what happened, he pulled back, grabbing both of my hands into his own. "I'll see you again." He stepped back, my eyes going to my hands as the remote was now in them. I smiled sadly at it, looking up at him. We stared at each other, his brown eyes looking into my soul, and, for once, I could feel what he felt. Sorrow, pure and true.

"No you won't." I whispered, and then my world went black.

"I'm fine." He grumbled for the hundredth time. I sighed as I put the paper down, regarding him. He hadn't moved nor said much in weeks. He barley took cases and refused to eat. As both his doctor and friend, I knew this had to stop.

"Holmes." He didn't stir, not that I think he would. He just sat in the chair, slumped down as he nearly glared at nothing. "Is this because of-""No." He cut me off, with more emotion then I have seen in awhile. For once, I was the wiser. I knew he fancied her, more then he would admit. She gave him what he needed, stimulation, scolding and interest. Better then that Irene he had become obsessed with.

"She could have-"

"No, she couldn't." Once more I was cut off, but this time he sat up, putting his elbows on his knees, hands twined as he put his chin on them. "She wanted to, but this world is not for her. I deceived her to go." His brows came together at this, and I finally knew what was eating at him.

"You are blaming yourself…" He closed his eyes and stayed silent, a sure sign of being correct.

"The look in her eyes." I never heard him talk like this. I was befuddled. The great Sherlock Holmes, who has done worse things for intention, regrets something? I stared at him, knowing he was about to rant. "I kissed her… She was refusing to leave, so I kissed her and slipped her the remote whilst she stood dumbfounded." He shook his head and leaned back in the chair, crossing his legs. "When she looked up at me… It was as if she would break." With his head in his hand, he sighed. "Well, no use in wallowing, right Ol'boy?" he looked to me for the first time since she left, his calculating eyes back as I knew he was reverting back to his old self. One that I thought would be gone once Lara arrived. As he stared at me I sighed, holding the paper back up.

"It's in the file labeled: October." He stood and walked to where my folders were, taking out one of them smirking.

"Your getting smarter Watson." I sighed as he grabbed the cocaine, walking out of the sitting room and closing the door to his room. I put my paper down, looking up in thought.

"I never learned her last name." I muttered to myself, knowing I had to write her down for my journals.

"Luck." Holmes said, leaning against the door frame, slightly giving me a fright.

"What?" I pondered, wondering if you was already gone from his drug. He smiled only slightly, going by and grabbing his syringe from the top of the cabinet where I hid it. As he walked back, he paused at the door.

"She wanted to be called 'Lara Luck'. Not her real name of course, but it is what she preferred." With that he left for good, leaving me to smile some. She changed him more then she could ever know.

-John Watson

Baker Street 221B 1897