The Doctor had no idea of what to do ou how to even begin finding him. All he knew was that Sherlock’s out there somewhere and waiting for him. He pulled the screen round and started to scan everywhere possible. Earth, Other planets, Other universes and even parallel worlds. But nothing came up. The Doctor slammed his hands on the console. Suddenly something appeared on the screen, they looked like co-ordinates. He pulled levers and pushed buttons as fast as he could so he wouldn’t lose the trail. When the TARDIS landed, he ran out the doors and found himself on a spaceship. He went over to the window and saw the earth.
‘I’ll never get tired of saving you.’ He looked around and scanned with his screwdriver. He found him. He followed the trace down the corridor then he heard someone coming so he hid behind a pillar. He peeked round only to see the...

'Doctor?' Amy had searched all over the TARDIS but couldn't find him. 'Doctor? Your really starting to scare me.' She came back down the stairs into the control room and found him sitting on the chair. 'There toi are, never do that....' Amy stopped and looked at the Doctor, he didn't seem himself. 'Doctor? toi ok?'
'Hmmmmm.' He didn't even look at her, he just stared into space, Thinking about Sherlock and wondering if he was thinking about him.
'Doctor!' she smacked him.
'Oh! What was that for?.' he asked rubbing his arm.
'Sorry but toi wouldn't answer me and i've been looking everywhere for you.'
'Sorry... I..' the Doctor's eyes began filling with tears.
'Sorry, i didn't mean to hit toi that hard.' Amy sat down suivant to him and took his hand.
'No it's not that.' the Doctor a dit wiping his eyes ' It's something else.'
'What?.' The Doctor remained silent, all he could think about was that day.

A Few Years Earlier.....

Sherlock sat at his desk, going through every case note and autopsy he had. He found nothing. Not a single scrap of evidence, who ever this was, they were good. He shut his eyes and casted his mind back to the crime scene. It was down a dark alley way, quite conseled, inbetween two buildings. They found a women, about twenty four, just got engaged judging par the clarity of the ring, was one her way accueil when something came up behind her and knocked her to floor, she Lost a lot of blood. Sherlock opened his eyes and snapped back into reality, still not knowing where to start. The he heard a sound....

Sherlock sat in his study and gazed out the window at the stars. How he would l’amour to see those stars up close,The mysteries of the universe was the one case he hadn't solved yet.
'Not staring at the stars again are toi Sherlock?.' Sherlock laughed. John never understood is infasination with the stars, But thats probably because he never told him.
'Listen John, If toi have been through the things i have, toi too would turn to the stars.'
'What has ever happend to toi that made toi look at the stars?.' The memories came flooding back.

A Few Years Earlier........

Doctor: Professor John Smith, université of London, here to check on the hospital’s research, don’t mind me, pretend I’m not even here.
Sherlock: Professor? Hmm. Tweed suit, suspenders, cheap loafers and a bow tie; I’d almost believe toi except for one thing; that paper is blank.
Doctor: Is it? Hmm, would toi look at that. Well it looks like you’re very clever, Mister Holmes, and that makes things much much harder.
Sherlock: And why is that?
Doctor: Well, un-clever people are very useful; they’re eager to help and don’t ask many questions, but clever people are very uncooperative and always think they’re right. It’s very annoying, and quite a hindrance when you’re in a hurry. I should know.