' What are you doing here, Doctor?' He asked.
'You know why I'm here, Sherlock.' The Doctor bluntly replied.
'You said you needed our help, but with what?' Sherlock asked.
'You know the answer to that too, Holmes.' He replied.
'Actually I don't know exactly, your a lot harder to read unlike John here who I can tell has a date tonight..' John seemed annoyed that this fact had come into the conversation. 'But no your harder to read, seeing your not human, your a Timelord.' Sherlock replied to the Doctor's question.
The Doctor leaned back in his chair breaking the mirror image and turned his head towards John.
'Hey John could you make me a cup of tea? I think maybe you and Sherlock could use one too.' The Doctor asked John. 'Sure' John said 'Would you like any biscuits with that?'
'If you got any Jammy Dodgers, that would be nice thank you.' He smiled back. 'They are my favourite.'
'Me too!' John beamed.
As John walked into the kitchen to make some tea, Sherlock got up, walked over to the window, picked up his violin and started to play a new piece of music. The music made the room become more alive and warm, yet dark and sad like something terrible was going to happen. 'That's a wonderful tune, Sherlock. You always have been good at composing music.' The Doctor said as he sat in the armchair staring at Sherlock's back, the music made him think of his friends...Amy, Rory, Sarah, Martha, Jack, Donna and Rose...
Sherlock didn't turn around at the Doctor's comment or stop playing, he was scared to. He didn't want to turn around, for if he did the Doctor would see he had tears forming in his eyes because he did know why the Doctor had come to see them, that this would be the last time, the last goodbye. He knew that... The Doctor was going to die.
A few minutes later as Sherlock finished his music, John walked back into the room with three cups of tea on a tray and a plate of Jammy Dodgers.
The Doctor beamed at John and said 'I love a good cup of tea and a Jammy Dodger!' Just then Sherlock got a text message reading;
'Tonight it will start,
Tonight it will end,
The start of the of A Dangerous Path of Fate..
If you don't want it to end this wonderful scene,
Come to the Park, Alone Tonight,
8:00 xx'
Just then, opposite 221B a dark figure was looking up at the window,
'Yes tonight is just the beginning, Sherlock Holmes..' the figure thought to themselves, and then started to disappear into the shadows...