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Blaine's fingers lingered over the sleek glass of his smart phone. One hand rested cautiously over the phone, the over gripping the seat of the leather chair he sat in. It had been an hour since Sebastian had canceled their planned dinner date, and he was worried. He couldn't help but be. Blaine knew about his boyfriend's family issues and occasional to moderate stress, so his worries were that much greater. He remembered the texts that had been exchanged. Only three. no dinner tonight. sorry. what? whats wrong sebastian? nothing. cant come. busy. Of course he was worried. He didn't want to seem clingy, which was why he hesitated to mak

 ~Chapter 3 "So where are we going, exactly?" Sherlock questioned, one hand holding tightly to  the TARDIS mechanism. The Doctor pushed a few buttons and pulled a few levers. Sherlock had a good feeling he didn't know a bit of what he was doing. The Doctor flashed an excited eye at Sherlock. "I don't believe you've seen Castrovalva yet. Lovely planet, I'd like to take a quick trip there." The TARDIS blinked and flashed, and then began to move. Sherlock noticed the rough turbulence, and tightened his grip. "Doctor!" "Working on it!" Sherlock could only brace himself as they crashed through who knew what spacetime universe. It was a rel

Chapter 2 Sherlock is dead. It was true but it couldn't be. That didn't happen to him. He's gone. You'll never see him again. Suck it up, damn it. One did not simply get over Sherlock Holmes. But you have to. You can't waste your life away on something that isn't going to happen. He could be alive. Listen to yourself John. No. It's possible I know it. John. "John." John Watson snapped out of his daydream, and looked up to see his psychologist looking at him with worried eyes. "Y-Yes?" "John, you're lack of engagement is understandable, but it's been a month. This isn't good for your well-being." The psychologist said, leaning ov

Chapter 1 Sherlock Holmes stood in the middle of nowhere. Not in the form of the expression, for Sherlock never used expressions in a serious matter. No, he stood in nothing but white. No sky, earth or walls to look at. It was complete and utter nothing. The only thing that could be related to earth was the icy wind that blew into Sherlock's face and stuck to his eyelashes . There were no trees for it to blow leaves from, or balloons to free from the hands of small children, but still it was there and it chilled Sherlock to the bone. Once it blew his scarf into his face, and he hurriedly adjusted the blue fabric around the peaks of his c

Prologue A young boy sat in a schoolyard. His class had long since gone inside, but the boy was hiding because he didn’t want to leave just yet. These were the best times for the boy, when he was left alone to his thoughts. The wind was at a lull, but it swept through the air, chilling the boy’s bones and causing the rusty metal chain of the swing that he sat on to creak ominously. His name was Sherlock Holmes, and he was eight years old. Sherlock Bent down to fix his sock which had fallen down his ankle. He hated the school uniforms. So stiff and perfectly pressed. He hated school and everyone in it. Alone was what Sherlock