Hey readers, its AltoOwl, and I bring big news: it's the end! It's really the end! I'm so sad, that our wonderful journey is ending, it's been an amazing time writing for you!

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What's interesting in Doctor Who is his reaction to radiation. In the second story of the first Doctor ("The Daleks"), he was affected by the radiation on that planet, but in Smith and Jones, the tenth Doctor simply expels the radiation into his left shoe. Then, to contradict that, the same Doctor is forced to regenerate from radiation in the End of Time part two. Just dwell on that...

Now, I won't delay it any longer, here's the last chapter, enjoy!

The news hit Sherlock like a cement wall. He simply stood frozen, unable to say a word, with the lifeless body of John—his one and only friend—before him. Sherlock resorted to his mind palace, running around it ready to just explode and destroy his castle, life, everything. It took a few corridors, which he stormed straight through, but finally he reached a particular room. He hadn't been in this room since Redbeard had died, and that was where all of his negative, concealed feelings seemed to let loose, since he was unable to show them anywhere else. The room was already in havoc, with holes in the walls, ripped wallpaper and curtains, and garbage strewn everywhere. The windowless room, which laid deep inside the castle had only a single piece of furniture, a couch which Sherlock threw himself upon. He started screaming, shaking, and even cried, tears which he wiped away frustrated.

Over the course of what was hours in his palace, he simply grieved for his only friend. Then he became angry. At himself, the Doctor, anything and everything. After that followed a phase were he started thinking about how he could have prevented it, or maybe stopped it from happening. The Doctor did have a time machine, right? He could go back to save John. Sherlock cast aside the paradoxes and problems he knew would come up with this solution. I need John, he admitted to himself, I will get him back.

Snapping out of it, Sherlock was back into the present. What had been eight hours in his mind palace, though, had only been eight seconds. Sherlock almost went into shock at the sight of the ashen-gray, dead John, a reminder of how he let John down and wasn't fast enough to save him.

"Sherlock?!" Clara said, trying to get his attention. That was the third time she had called his name, and was now waving her hand in front of his face.

Sherlock jumped back at that, and noticed the others who stood in front of him. He slightly shook his head as if to clear it before questioning softly, "Yes?"

She was going to ask if he was okay, but stopped herself, thinking better of it. Of course he's not okay, she reprimanded herself, he just lost a friend. Instead, she said, "We should get going, there could be more."

"There won't be," the Doctor said, standing up. He stood solemley, refusing to elaborate. Clara opened her mouth to ask him why he thought that, before looking at the two mens' expressions, and closed it again. Silence quickly filled the room once more.

It took a while for Sherlock to form the words in his distressed state, but eventually he broke the silence. "Doctor, you have a time-traveling box, can't we go back and save him?"

"Go back, no…that would cause a rupture in the space-time continuum." The Doctor's voice trailed off. "But save him…there might be something I can do…"

"What? How?" Sherlock asked, snapping out of his misery. I will save John, he told himself.

The Doctor didn't answer, but instead dropped down to the floor to actually take John's pulse. There was nothing for almost thirty seconds, but then he felt a slight movement.

"Oh good he's still alive," the Doctor muttered. John had a very weak pulse, but it was still a pulse. The Doctor jumped back up, off the ground.

"What type of radiation was this?" he demanded.

Clara quickly and obediently scurried over to the discarded glass chamber. To the side of it was a small podium with controls for the chamber, where the Doctor had soniced it clean, and opened it.

Peering at it, Clara panicked a bit. There were a million buttons and meaningless scientific words. How was she supposed to understand what was the type of radiation?

Thankfully, she must have taken too long for Sherlock's liking, because he appeared right behind her to read it.

"Gamma Radiation" he read aloud, "How is this important?"

"Perfect," the Doctor simply said, ignoring the question. "Had it been Beta or Alpha, I wouldn't be able to do this, but Gamma, I can do this! We're in luck, no one dies today!"

Clara and Sherlock briskly walked back over to the Doctor.

"What is it you're going to do?"Clara asked, curious, excited, and hopeful. Sherlock, in contrast, only felt one of the three: a strong sense of hope for getting John back.

"I'm going to excrete the radiation that's within his body, and absorb it within me," the Doctor replied, reaching down for John's wrist. Once he touched him, the Doctor did a strange fidget before lecturing again, "I'm immune to this type of radiation, so I can move it without harming myself." He stood up. "With all of it absorbed into me, I'll simply expel it into something like..." He paused, then looked down at his feet. "My right shoe!"

Once more with the weird fidget, the Doctor shook his right foot until his shoe fell off, which he promptly picked up and threw across the room.

With the Doctor now muttering meaningless things about shoes and radiation, Sherlock turned his attention back to John. There was nothing for about ten seconds, which worried Sherlock. Did it not work? His mind and heart raced in the anticipation. When Sherlock was about to just give up again was when a miracle happened. John took a big gasp for air, and then started breathing regularly. He wasn't awake, but he was alive.

It took John two weeks to get back on his feet and into the rhythm of normal life.

He had slept the entire first week away, and woke up for brief periods on days eight, nine, and ten. The eleventh and twelfth days he spent weak, in bed, but awake.

Although Sherlock would deny it, he had spent the entire time mother henning John. Staying by John's bedside, Sherlock got almost no sleep (not unusual), and only moved away at the encouragement of Clara.

Clara and the Doctor had stayed, by Clara's stubborn request, until Clara and Sherlock deemed that John was back to his normal self, much to the Doctor's fustration. They had stayed in 221C, where Mrs. Hudson was glad to accommodate for them during the duration of their stay. Luckily, with a fellow genius at hand, the Doctor hadn't gotten too terribly bored of "normal life," taking deep interest in this parallel world.

It was on the fourteenth day, when he started blogging about this latest case (which horrified the Doctor, he only gave in with the promise to keep him unnamed and to not mention the aliens from another dimension), that everyone deemed John alright. And with that came the Doctor's and Clara's leave, back into their universe.

"Must we leave Doctor?" Clara asked, silently pleading to stay. She loved this universe, not only for Sherlock and John, but it was so familiar, yet different, that she loved exploring it.

"Yes," the Doctor insisted, "you have a school of children to teach, and I need to get back to exploring my universe…this one is still quite unsettling."

Clara felt disappointed, but didn't complain. After all the Doctor was right—she couldn't just leave her job or Danny (otherwise home). So they bade Sherlock and John goodbye on the steps of 221B Baker Street that day.

"Goodbye Clara! Goodbye Doctor, it's been splendid knowing you!" John said.

Clara responded with a hug. "It was nice to finally meet the legendary John Watson," she replied as she stood embracing him. Then she moved over to hug Sherlock, much to his annoyance. He stood there awkwardly and unmoving with her arms wrapped around him.

"Goodbye Clara?" he said, unsure of what to do. She only laughed and hugged him tighter. "You can let go of me now," he added.

"Right sorry," Clara responded, stepping away and blushing. "It was amazing working with you, Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

It was the Doctor's turn to then say something, but he simply stood there zoned out. Clara slapped his arm gently, bringing him back to the present. "What was that for?" the Doctor demanded.

"Say goodbye to John and Sherlock."

"Oh, right... Goodbye, John. Try not to get yourself killed again, won't you? Goodbye Sherlock," he said nodding a farewell to each of them.

Sherlock nodded back, while John replied, "Goodbye Doctor."

"Really?" Clara asked the Doctor, when he said nothing more. She shook her head slightly at his lack of people skills.

The Doctor didn't respond but instead said, "Right we must be going now... Nice knowing you." He walked away, swiftly towards his TARDIS. Clara followed in pursuit.

Walking through the door they each took a small glance back, as if to try to remember the scene.

Sherlock and John waited on the steps, with John waving goodbye to Clara.

The door to the TARDIS closed and soon, its familiar wooshing sound was heard as it slowly dismaterialized.

"That's strange," John said to Sherlock, right after the guests left.

"What's strange?" Sherlock inquired, a bit distracted.

"Those angel statues, they weren't there before... are they new?"

What a way to end the story, yeah?

Sorry for the extra week wait for this, we were just trying to be like Supernatural when they do those inexplicable one week breaks!

But first, here's Jay Nice with advertising: Be sure to check out AltoOwl and I's other stories! I do a lot of Supernatural (and a bit of Sherlock), and AltoOwl has a Percy Jackson fic up, and I know for a fact she's working on a Supernatural one.

That's it *sobs* Now go review, and give us your thoughts on the entire story!

We'll miss you all!

-Jay Nice and AltoOwl