What do you want to be when you grow up? I don't want to be alone.

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Here you go, right away. Because 1bluedancer1 and iamjohnlocked221b (along with anyone else who is reading this, but as these two are the only ones to comment...) will kill me if I make them wait for more.

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"You! What the hell have you done?!" The Doctor. Relief filled me. Finally, the man I had been looking for, the one person who could fix this mess. "I’ve got daleks and cybermen running around London, and I don’t know how, but it’s your fault."

"I know. And I’m sorry. But right now you’ve got to help me fix this. Please."

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"Sherlock." He turned reflexively at the sound of his name and took me in.

"Your me..." I let out annoyed noise.

"Obviously. Though I had hoped we could skip this, we have more urgent matters to attend to."

"Such as...?" I heard footsteps behind me as the Doctor entered my view.

"You need to come with me."

The other me rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Oh, not this again..."

"Do not just blow this off..." The warning came out as a low growl, but the other me just rolled his eyes.

"If you’ll excuse me..."

Was I really this insufferable? My teeth clenched tightly in an effort to control myself, making the words harder to choke out. "I just watched my best and only friend die in my arms and was unable to do anything about it. Now is not the time to mess with me." I pulled my gun out of my pocket and pointed it at him.

"Sherlock what are you doing?! If he dies, you die!"

"I KNOW!" The Doctors eyes grew wide at my outburst. I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths attempting to regain control. Mycroft had told me caring was not an advantage. I was just now beginning to truly understand that. "I know," I repeated quietly. "But if he dies, John will live." My hand on the gun was shaking and I brought my other hand up to steady it. My body was beginning to betray me.

The other me's eyes narrowed, his mind latched on one word. "What happened to John?"

"I-" My voice came out shaky and I stopped, taking a deep breath. I would not let my emotions get the better of me. "I shot him."

Rage crossed his face at my words, the calm exterior I usually kept up dropped from him. He launched at me, threatening to tear me apart with his bare hands, when the Doctor caught him, holding him back. "No! If you touch each other you risk tearing a hole in the fabric of space and time."

The other me ignored his words, struggling in his arms. "How could you?! After all I’ve done to protect him!"

"I know." I was surprised to find hot tears streaking down my cheeks. "I didn’t mean to. But you can fix it."

He stopped struggling and stared at me. "How?"

"Go. If you go with him now, it never happened. Everything will be as it was before. And John will live."