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[OK. this is not as long as i would hope. not my best. but feels beware. i almost cried while writting this... Sherlock's POV]

I looked at the man. The way he stood. The way he arrived. His companion. His bowtie. Nothing seemed to fit. But everything made sense. As I took out the gun I had already decided on his name, his age, his height, his meaning, his purpose, and his darkest secret.

His companion I had figured out as he had spoken.

“Hello. And what do we have here? Hmmm?” I looked her over once more. “ I know everything about you.”

The girl, Clara, she looked slightly afraid and offended. I saw her lips move slightly, but only in the slightest, forming words, in a beat to a song. But she didn’t say them out loud. Nor did she say them at all. It was her way of keeping safe, close to reality. And not being afraid.

“Eye of the tiger yes?” I said without a moment’s hesitation.

The man, the Doctor, had a look in his eyes. Not his worse, not threatening. “How did you-“

“How did I know? The same way I her name is Clara Oswin Oswald. The same way I know you’re from Galifrey, the same way I know that you understand her, after so long of being in the dark. The same way I know your about to move your hand s to your pocket, and bring out something that I’m going to find intriguing.  The same way I know you just saw the end of the world and the same way that I know how she will die.” I spoke quickly, but calmly and hopped they could keep up. Clara wouldn’t, but the Doctor; he had more than an average mind.

“And what way is that?”

“Observations.”

“And you’re not going to explain.”

“Maybe another day.”

The Doctor moved for his pocket and pointed the screwdriver at me. Pressing a button. I weird button. He moved it up and down, it glowed and he walked around me. The noise was strange, slightly… zingy. He looked at it and frowned.

“It says you’re human.”

“Of course I’m human.”

Clara pipped up. “But-“

“Just don’t, don’t say that.”

“Wh-“

“Don’t, just don’t go there. My ears will shrivel if you say that.”

She looked confused.

“Go ask John.”

She looked at the Doctor and he smiled, nudging her out of the room, she seemed reassured by this and went off in search of John.

The Doctor walked over to the wall, fetching his bowtie and I jumped onto the couch. Lying down.

“So what are you here for?”

“I’m here to talk to you.” I sat up straight.

“Oh well done. I think you just lowered your own IQ to a single digit.”

“So your IQ is untouched.”

“My IQ is of the scale of IQ. It can’t possibly be lowered.”

The doctor tried to say something under his breath and I smiled.

“If you were trying to get me to not hear that. Then you are a terrible whisperer. All I can do is advising you to not make me throw you out the window.”

“You do that often?”

“Do you want to find out?” He cleared his throat with a small smile. I just stared at him, eyebrows tempting to rise.

“You know what I’ve seen.”

“Partially. What did you need me for?”

“An explanation.” I temple my fingers, placing the tips on my lips. “I need you to record everything that happens. From now, until, well, don’t stop.”

“And you’re asking me, not John to do this because?”

“Because I need your deductions.”

“Johns going rather good at this, get it onto his blog.”

“Sherlock, I’m asking a favour, to save the world.”

I nodded slowly. A smile playing on my lips. I had already thought this was going to happen. I had started last month, when the world started to seem a bit too tense. Something had seemed out of place.

“And I’ve already started.” A crash sounded and I stood slowly. “John, are you OK?”

The Doctor jumped up and ran to the kitchen. I walked in after him, and saw the girl, Clara. She was on the floor, a broom was in her hand. I didn’t know we owned a broom. It was stuck out and she looked up at them in horror.

“Doctor.” He was already running around the table and paused.  

I followed in pursuit, and my heart stopped in horror. My mind halted and I didn’t know what to think. I couldn’t quite believe what I saw. My eyes where filling with tears, and I ran forward.  John was on the ground, a snarl was escaping his mouth. His eyes were sunken and dull. His skin was greyer. His mouth was open and curled. His arms where stretched and he was trying to reach out to Clara. I fell to the floor and Clara was jolted up by the Doctor who seemed to say something, but I didn’t hear him. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I clutched onto him, he was the only thing in the world. John and I. He kept twisting around, reaching with his arms, trying to attack. But I wouldn’t let him.  This wasn’t going to happen. This couldn’t happen. It didn’t make sense. It was denied by all laws of, well, everything.  I heard the gunshot, and felt the blood that splattered. The Doctor, he was in the picture now. He held the gun that ended it. John was motionless after a quick jolt. I could taste the blood. I felt emotion. I held Johns head, kissing it gently.  I rocked back and forth, hugging his waist and holding his hands, his cold, hard hands.  It couldn’t happen. It wouldn’t happen.

“JOHN! John, John John John John.” It was all I could say, all that I could think. John. My only friend. Someone came next to me. I didn’t care for whom. They tried to talk to me, tried to drag me away.

 I wouldn’t move. How could I? It was John. I’m sorry. All the times, all the things. John why was it you. John, how could it be you? I’m so sorry. John, John, John. John. John. John.

They left. I didn’t know when they left, how long id been alone. I didn’t remember them leaving. John was my only thought. John. My brain wouldn’t even; any other thoughts into it. No imagination, no deduction, no reason. Just John.