Solar System: A Sherlock and Doctor Who Crossover

Epilogue

John had asked him why he didn't know anything about the solar system, and he had replied that it wasn't important knowledge to know. He had lied. He knew nothing of the solar system because it hurt to much to think about. He couldn't think of it without thinking of the Doctor, and the joys the Doctor had given to him, and the heart-wretching disappointment that had occurred when he never returned. He had blocked the memories out, and he had no memories of the Doctor or any part of the solar system, simply because it hurt too much.

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"I'm a fake," Sherlock spoke into the phone, his voice breaking. He was shaky, he was afraid, he had no idea what he was going to do.

"Sherlock..." John's voice trailed off from the other side of the phone.

Sherlock's throat began to fill with a giant lump. "The newspapers were right all along. I want you to tell Lestrade, I want you to tell Mrs. Hudson, and Molly.. In fact, I want you to tell anyone who will listen. I created Moriarty for my own purposes."

"Shut up, Sherlock, shut up!" John burst out, "The first time we met, you knew all about my sister."
Sherlock let out a shaky laugh. "Isn't it obvious? I researched you. No one could be that clever."

"You could," John urged, and Sherlock felt his heart breaking.

"It's just a trick, a magic trick." Sherlock had found John in the street below, and he had started to move forward. "No, stay where you are. And keep your eyes focused on me. Please, can you do that for me?"

John paused. "Alright," he replied shakily.

"This phone call...er, it's my note," Sherlock said frantically. "It's what people do, don't they- they leave a note."

John shook his head in disbelief. "Leave a note when?"

"Goodbye, John." Sherlock stared at John, finally dropping the phone on the ground, gazing at the skyline across from him.

"Sherlock, no!" John cried, but it was too late.

Sherlock let go. His arms spread wide, his coat flapping in the wind, he hurled through the ground, tears starting to stream down his face. He had no idea how to get out of this, so it was the end. Goodbye, world. Goodbye, John.

A loud, wheezing noise filled his ears and a room formed around him. It was a strange room, filled with strange symbols and in the middle was a control panel with weird levers and buttons and dials. How did I get here?

Sherlock raised his head and noticed a man with a bowtie standing across from him. The man looked so familiar... Sherlock's eyes filled with tears and he closed them as memories began to flood back to him.

"Doctor..."

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And here we have arrived at the end of our journey with the Doctor and Sherlock!  I'm so glad I finished this today, because today, October 25, 2015, marks exactly one year since I first posted this fanfiction on Wattpad.  Look at how far we've come!

I want to thank the internet, especially for this last part, where I had to find the script of the Season 2 finale of Sherlock (I didn't use it word for word, I kind of took the general idea and cut out some lines).  But I would especially like to thank all of you for reading this, I probably would have never finished this if I didn't get any reads.  A huge thank you to all of you!

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