“You have to go back, you know,” he explained to me as the smoke from his cigarette filled the air in the train. He looked out the window for a moment and watched as the forest landscape flew past. All the places he had been, all the space ships and transporters, a train must be so ordinary for him.
I sighed and pulled my cell phone from my bag. I had been sent messages from Irene and John amost daily, but I never responded. I needed to disappear. I needed time to think, to work out everything that could go wrong in my plan, and every fix to make it right again. I looked up from my phone, “How long has it been, Doctor?”
The Doctor lifted the cigarette from his mouth, “About a year and a half or so, roughly 17 months, I would say. That would be about right.” The Doctor watched intensely as I buried my phone back in my bag and leaned my head up against the window. “Sherlock, you need a doctor. Your doctor.”
“Yes but how do I do it?” I didn’t realize I had raised my voice, and the Doctor raised an eyebrow out of surprise. “There are so many things that could go wrong, things I cannot control…”
“Do what the rest of the human race does.” The Doctor leaned forward, “You and I are alike in one way, we are brilliant. We over-complicate things because we have the knowledge to do so, it’s natural. Put that aside and just try…” The Doctor sat back in his seat and looked out the window, not looking me in the eye as he spoke, “I have seen what John is without you, and you two need each other. You’re two parts of a whole, Sherlock. Who is the blogger without his detective?”

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Holy shit I would pay to see that argument.DOCTOR USED “HUSH”. IT WAS SUPER EFFECTIVE.
Can you imagine the Doctor then explaining that it only works on underdeveloped lifeforms? Sherlock would be furious.
John saw the glow radiating in the distance and Sherlock’s body lying slightly limp behind the truck. His mind was shaken, and air escaped his body in a panic.
“Sherlock…”
Suddenly the light became a blast, flickering and moving across Sherlock’s body. People rushed towards him, seemingly bewildered by what they were witnessing. He clenched the vomit in his throat that threatened to escapee; dreading the scene that he imagined to see. He saw Sherlock’s hand rise upward; reaching towards him like a blinding force.
“John, I’m regenerating… it’s this thing I do… like cheating death.”
I’m totally ok with this
Wholock - The Doctor’s boy
Jim grew up with an abusive father and an alocoholic mother. One day he met the Doctor, who promised to take him on adventures and show him wonders beyond the world Jim knew. But something went wrong, and the Doctor returned years later to a Jim who had nothing but hatred for the world…And nothing but hatred for the Doctor.
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