What happens when two brother and an angel, two detectives, and a madman with a box work together? Read and find out... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Contains Destiel, Johnlock if you're into that shit. Maybe Sabriel. Has some smut. Oh, and adult language. If you are not okay with any of this then I suggest you do not read this fic. ~ Bad Wolf xx


1. Chapter 1

Three years. Three years since you left me, Sherlock. Why? Why didn't you come back? I miss you, Sherlock. I really do. Since you didn't come back to me, I'm coming to you. The same way you left me.

John sobbed as he closed the envelope and placed it on Sherlock's grave.

"Why would you leave me alone in this world?" he asked sadly. "What have I done to make you leave me?"

He stood infront of Sherlock's grave as if waiting for Sherlock to climb out of the grave and kiss him. To tell him that he'll never leave John, but, sadly, that didn't happen.

John sighed and wiped the tears from his face. He climbed into his car and drove to the same building Sherlock was standing on the day he jumped. John stepped on the edge and looked down at the pedestrians he was going to scar.

I miss you so much, Sherlock. I'll see you soon.

John closed his eyes, took in a deep breath and let it out. He spread his arms like wings and jumped.

"John!" He heard.

He opened his eyes and found himself in strong arms.

"Why would you do that, John!" He heard a familiar voice ask.

Why did this voice bring so much joy and despair to John? He thought he would never hear that beautiful and smooth voice ever again.

"You-you're alive?" John breathed out.

"Of course I am. I'm not that easy to kill," Sherlock said, smiling down at John.

"You're alive! Sherlock! You're alive!" John yelled. Angry this time. "You were alive this whole time! I was prepared to kill myself to be with you again and all this fucking time you were alive!"

"John, liste-"

"No! Sherlock! Do you know what I've been through these past three years?" John asked. His nostrils were flared and his fists were clenched to the point his knuckles turned white. "I have been through hell! Everyone looks at me as though I'm a ticking bomb and I'm going to explode any second! Everyone thinks I'm crazy. I haven't slept or eaten anythi-"

"What?" Sherlock asked in disbelief. "You went through all of that because of me? John. Darling. I never meant for you to go through all that. I'm so sorry, John."

"You think 'sorry' will make me feel whole again? Do you really think that?" John asked glaring at Sherlock.

"No. I know 'sorry' won't do anything to make you forgive me, but I'll try as hard as I can to find a way to make you love me again." Sherlock sighed. He expected John to be mad at him, but he was too hopeful that John would just accept him and hold him tight.

"I never said I stopped loving you, Sherlock. I just can't forgive you for what you've put me through. Not yet, at least," John said. He was tired. Tired of the pain and the sleep less nights. Tired of the lies.

"Come here," Sherlock said. John looked at him for awhile until he complied and stepped in front of Sherlock. Their faces centimeters apart.

Sherlock smiled at that. He stared at John's eyes as he leaned in and closed the gap between their lips. John didn't kiss back, though. He was still upset about the whole situation and the fact that Sherlock thinks he can erase it all with a kiss upsets him even more.

Sherlock pulled away with a frown on his face. He wanted John to kiss him back. But he can't exactly force him to. Sherlock has considered it, but he knew it would piss him off.

"Please kiss me back, John. I love you," Sherlock pleaded.

"I'm sorry, Sherlock. I can't," John sighed and stepped away from Sherlock. That was when he noticed their surroundings. "Where are we, Sherlock?"

"Oh! You finally noticed us!" A strange voice said. John quickly turned around and was face-to-face with a man wearing a childish grin.

"What are you?" John asked.

"You are a smart one. No wonder Sherlock likes you. You always know what to say and ask." The man grinned. "I'm a Timelord. The last of my kind, but never mind that. Who are you?"

"I-I'm John. John Watson," John answered.

"Hello, John Watson! I'm the Doctor!" The man's smile grew, if it was possible.

"Doctor? Doctor Who?" John asked.

The man's eyes shined with happiness at the question. "I love that question! It has a nice ring to it, don't ya' think?"

"So they have Doctor's in your planet, too?" John asked, now interested in the strange man. It made Sherlock slightly jealous and furious that John was paying more attention to the Doctor and not him.

"No! I'm just the Doctor. No Ph.D or whatever you humans like to call it." The Doctor stepped closer to John, but John didn't notice. He was too busy trying to understand everything he's been told, but it wasn't really much. Sherlock noticed, and it enraged him.

"I think you're standing a wee bit too close to him, Doctor," Sherlock said, stepping closer tp the two men.

"Really? I don't think I'm that close. What about you, John?" The Doctor looked at John.

John looked at the space between the Doctor's body and his. There really wasn't much space, but he caught onto what the Doctor was doing, so he pursed his lips and shook his head. "No. I don't think we're close enough, Doctor. It was kind of hard to hear you. Why don't you step a little closer?"

The Doctor suppressed a smile and stepped closer to John so that their noses were centimeters from touching. "Is that better?"

"I don't know. I can hear you a little bit more, but it's sounds muffled." John smirked. He knew that this was pissing Sherlock off, but this was his little way of getting some revenge.

"Alright! ALRIGHT! That's enough! If you take one more step closer to him I will kill you and use your bones as legs for my broken arm chair," Sherlock threatened.

"Oh, relax, Sherlock. We were just teasing you," The Doctor said as he waved a hand at Sherlock's direction as he walked to the console.

"So where do you want to go, John. Or when do you want to go?" The Doctor's smile returned to his face.

"I don't... understand," John said confused.

"Well, a Timelord can't be a Timelord if he doesn't have his time machine!" The Doctor yelled.

"Oh, well, I really don't know where I want to go. Maybe... America?" He shrugged.

"What state?" The Doctor asked.

"Surprise me," John said as a smirk grew on his face.

"Well, then. Surprise it is!"


A/N I imagine the DW theme song playing at the end of every chapter and the Sherlock theme song playing in the beginning of the chapters.

Hello! I'm new to Movellas but this is a story I'm working on in Wattpad. Feed back really helps!

~ Badwolf xx

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