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I stared up at Mycroft dubiously.

"What-y huh now?"

"A White-Point Star, it is a rare variety of diamond found only on my home planet Gallifrey. Rassilon and his groupies sent one to the Master so they could latch onto it and come through the time barrier and survive extinction," his words barely made sense due to his quickening tone, "I really have to go, I will being the watch back tomorrow, the Master really is the only person who knows of its current whereabouts."

"Okay, okay, how will be convince him to help us? You said he was evil," I pointed out.

"We will have to think of something, I thought for sure that I shot it, perhaps it is a different diamond, come to think of it, it did shatter quite easily for I diamond… anyway, I need to go there is much planning to be done."

"Alright, soooo, what am I supposed to do?"

"Wait here, watch him, just what you usually do," he answered hastily, grabbing his umbrella and approaching the door, "Try not to upset him, or his last memories as a human would be tainted and his first experiences as the Master would be fury." I nodded fervently as the somewhat bulky fellow slipped out into the London air.

I cautiously creaked the door to the sitting room, only to find it completely devoid of its second inhabitant.

"Sherlock? Hello?" I called, peering into each of the rooms, and found him packing a suitcase in the area that served as my bedroom, "Sherlock what are you doing exactly?" He growled deep in his throat and zipped the.

"Just helping you pack," he snarled, shoving the black case into my arms with enough force to put me off balance.

"What are you on about?"

"I couldn't help but overhear your little conversation with Mary," he spat her name out like one would a sunflower shell, "And I thought that I could be of some assistance to you."

"What's with you and Mary?" I queried, regarding my companion with a cocktail of confusion and concern.

"Oh John if you're too thick to see it then you probably don't need to know?" he shook his ebony curls, "And I won't be able to take it anymore."

"Sherlock, tell me what's wrong, I want to help you!"

"BUT YOU CAN'T JOHN!" he bellowed, "You can't possibly help me… not this time." He whimpered somewhat pathetically.

"How can I know if I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong?" I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the floor across from me.

"I cannot in all honesty show you what is wrong without alienating you John," he sighed, "I am truly sorry, but it is best you go."

I blinked.

"What!? Sherlock please I am begging you, what is wrong? I want to help more than anything," I said sincerely, "For me."

His thin shoulders slumped and he hung his head in defeat.

"You are the one that asked for this."

That was all that was said before the great detective pressed his bowed lips to mine in chaste, but sweet kiss.

Fireworks.

That was all I could think during the few seconds we were locked in that comforting stance.

People say that when you meet the one, sparks fly.

This, this was a full blown wildfire.

And it was over too soon. Before I knew it, Sherlock had pulled away, staring down at me with huge, terrified eyes.

"Did you feel that?" he asked timidly. Instead of answering, I slipped my fingers beneath the lapels of his suit coat and pulled him into a longer, more passionate embrace.

After what felt like weeks, Sherlock pulled away and lay his head against my neck.

"I'm yours, John," he whispered against the tender skin. I frowned, thinking of Mary.

I wish I could say the same.

Sorry this one is a bit short, I wanted them to open the watch this chapter, but I also wanted to update today and I was really busy. In short, I am so sososososososo sorry and I hope you can find it in your hearts to forgive me.