I stood in front of the door and checked the address on the paper in my hand. I didn’t need to check, my brain told me this was indeed the address, but something made me glance down at it anyway. Slowly I brought my trembling hand up to knock on the door.
The door opened and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding when I saw his face. "Sh-Sherlock?" John pulled his hand back and in a second pain shot through my face. I brought a hand up to rub my throbbing jaw.
"Do you know how long you’ve been gone?! I thought you were dead!"
"Yes, I know, I’m sorry. I never thought you’d move out. There were snipers and-"
"Sherlock, what the hell are you talking about?" I furrowed my brow, clearly confused. What did he mean, what was I talking about?
"My fall. What else?"
"Fall, what fall? I thought you were poisoned a year or two back! I saw it in the papers."
"No, you shot the cabbie..."
"Sherlock, what are you talking about? And what are you doing here? I haven’t seen you since I was fourteen..." I stumbled backward and caught myself on the wall. No. No! What was happening?
"Sherlock, you okay? Here, come in, I think you need to sit down..."
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What do you want to be when you grow up? I don't want to be alone.
Fanfic(Wholock) Sherlock has just finished dealing with the last of the snipers aimed on John (with a bit of help from the Doctor) and is on his way home to his blogger. But what will happen when the TARDIS lands in the wrong time and Sherlock finds a you...
