The Doctor helps

"I need him!"

A/N I don't own any thing. All rights belong to BBC, Sr. Arthur Doyle, and so on... for now :-]

Well I do have a white female rat named Sherlock

"I don't care! You don't understand, I need him!"
"For the last time, I can't change a fixed point in time!"
John Watson was sitting in 221B having the same Saturday night conversation he had every week; with a young, tall, lanky, quirky, bow tie wearing Time Lord. Ever since Sherlock's fall, John and the Doctor have the same conversation with the same boring dialogue every week, with very few variations. 'I need him. Bring him back. I don't care what happens', 'I can't, it's a fixed point in time. Maybe he had his reasons. What good would it do, other than stop you from driving me mad?'
"If I go back and stop him from jumping, time as we know it would no longer be. All of time would happen at once, until things are put right. Trust me I know" The Doctor was currently spread out on the couch facing a pale John.
John kept the flat in the same state it was in when Sherlock was there: his chair remained in its same spot, a knife in the un-paid bills on the fire place right next to his "friend's" skull, microscope and slides still on the kitchen table, even the dust line was left un-touched. The only difference was the man himself, he was no longer physically there.
"But River decided not to shoot you..."
"And all of time happened at once. See? That's my point." The Doctor said all in one breath. Realizing this was going no where. The Doctor stood up and walked to a very tired John.
Gingerly placing a hand on John's shoulder he asked, "So you still see him in your dreams?"
"You mean my nightmares? Then yes, yes I do" he raised his head from his hands to look into the Doctors eyes
"Why?" He asked with a cock of his head
"Because," ZAP! The Doctor stuck a sleeping serum into John's neck, "I have things to do and you can't be left alone" John fell limply into his arms and was carried into Sherlock's room. John had spent every night of the past 4 years in there. He claimed he could still smell his cologne. It doesn't help that the Doctor sprays it in there every other day, hoping it would bring comfort to the once strong doctor. Once John was in bed the Doctor dashed down the stairs right past Mrs. Hudson.
"John's asleep and might need a looking in on, Mrs. H"
"I'm his landlady dear, not his housekeeper"
Not bothering to stop the Doctor snapped his fingers and the T.A.R.D.I.S. door flew open. First thing, punch in the date of January 15, 2012. Next the location: Bart's hospital roof. EERrwWwooooooSHHHhEERrwWwooooooSHHHh *long loud groin*
"I know girl. But what else can I do? I'd be the same if I lost you or my sonic. Come on! Let's do it for John. What do you say?" He asked as he slowly and lovingly stroked the consul. WwooooSHHHhEERrwWwooooooSHHHh "That's my girl!" He replied with a small appreciative smile. As he jumped around the TARDIS, he felt the presence of another soul. He pulled his sonic screwdriver out of his coat pocket as he quickly whipped around, he was face to face with someone he never expected to see again. He was staring into the blue-green eyes of his favorite wild, smart mouth, ginger haired, gun wielding, archaeologist. River Song!

"Hello sweetie"
"What are you doing here?! You can't be here, you died in The Library!"
She gave him a smile that melted both of his hearts at once,
"Well, the TARDIS thought you could use some help with building your cabinet. Seeing as you have your screwdriver out she must be right"
"I did not 'ok' this!!" He yelled as he hit the un-breakable glass at the center of the consul, only resulting in his hand throbbing and ends up making a face that can only be described as a spoiled child's that didn't get his way.
As he shakes his hand to ease the pain, he points at River,
"Go back to the computer's matrix and stay there!" He turns from her in a huff, hoping to shield the longing in his face. Taking a long deep breath, River walked over to him and gently placed her hand on his shoulder. He instantly relaxed at her touch.
"Why are you going to a fixed point in time? You know what will happen, all of time...at once. We've been there, done that, it was our wedding." She smiled at the memory.
"My friend, he's hurting. I have to do something." Slowly he turned around, and placed her hands in his. He tried to express all of his concern and worry in one look. She knew him so well, she had to understand. Leisurely she cupped his cheek,
"Sweetie, I know. Trust me I understand. Try taking him on an adventure, it worked for your past companions."
"I tried. He was on such a destructive path, he went looking for danger." A half smile played at the Doctor's lips, "He even tried to end World War One single handed. Not to mention the Daleks have a new definition for fear." He buried his face in her wild curls. "What should I do? What would you do?" His voice was muffled, and his breath tickled her neck. She gave a small child like laugh. As she stroked his back, she thought. I would do anything for him, to save him, for Amy and Rory, to see them again. There you have it, he has to try and help. She placed a soft kiss on his neck, causing him to raise up and look at her.
"Go, help him. Don't change what happened. Try showing him what affects will come of it. All the pain he causes, at least try and find out why." At her words the doctor jumped back to the controls, after kissing her on the cheek and making her blush slightly, EERrwWwooooooSHHHhEERrwWwooooooSHHHh.
"Come with me, help..." He turned to look at her and she was gone. Was it all in his mind? Was she really there? SHHHhEERrwERRE. He patted to center of the consul,
"I know you were only trying to help. Thank you old girl. Now let's help John!"