Author's Note: Hello! Sorry I haven't updated this lately, I have been busy with school and other things. This is me being both Sherlock AND John….sorry if my Sherlock isn't as good. This is the next chapter; it involves John finally finding Sherlock! Yay! But something tears them apart…..
Hope you like!
Blue TARDIS Everdeen
What-where am I? What the bloody hell just happened? My head hurts…Sherlock, are you here? –John
Yes, I'm here John. I'm here. –SH
Where are you? Why is it dark here? –John
John don't come near me. Please. Just stay where you are. –SH
Why? What happened Sherlock? Remember, I can help you… -John
NO! No, just…just stay right there. –SH
Okay. Okay. Just so long as you tell me what's wrong. –John
It's…I look….different. –SH
What do you mean "different"? –John
I mean I have changed…not just my emotional state, but my physical. –SH
What? Sherlock, let me see you. I want to help. –John
Alright, but I don't think you can. –SH
Sherlock moves closer to John, within arm's reach. He pulls out his little flashlight, and holds it between them.
"Oh my God. Sherlock. What HAPPENED?" John said, looking up in shock. Half of Sherlock's face was wrinkled; his hair on the wrinkled half completely gone. He looked like an alien…but an alien John had never seen before.
Sherlock leaned against the wall, and he explained. "The Daleks wanted to try to make a human hybrid…that means they wanted to be half human."
"Yeah, I know what hybrid means."
"Anyway, they told me the last time they tried it, the man they used was unqualified. They thought I was the perfect match." He rubbed his face with his hands, making John wince. "Before I could even try to escape, the Daleks captured me and put me in this contraption. They said they re-modified it from Cyberman technology to do their bidding."
"What? What the hell are Cybermen?"
"I haven't the faintest idea. Would you let me finish please? I only have a little while left."
"A while until what, Sherlock?"
"Until I….become fully different." Sherlock said, standing up and clicking off the flashlight. He pulled John up with him, and grabbed him by the shoulders. "John, listen. I don't know if I can see you again. If I ever do, just know that I thought you were a good friend, and I appreciated you."
"What? Sherlock, you're not leaving me again, are you?"
"John, I have no choice." Just then, they heard the TARDIS materialize. "I want you to go with the Doctor; he will protect you….from me."
"What? Sherlock…" John said, tugging on the end of Sherlock's sleeve.
"John, I'm sorry. Trust me. I have to go." He walked over to the Doctor. "I trust that you will take care of him?"
"Yes. I will. Don't you worry. I have enough room. Don't we, Amy?"
"Yes, Doctor. I wouldn't mind another man on the TARDIS…maybe he and Rory could talk more."
"Yes, I guess I would like that." John said. "Goodbye, Sherlock. For the last time."
"Goodbye, John." And with that, he walked away into the darkness, never to be seen or heard from again.
Or was he?