A/N I write with a heavy heart the last Author Note for Extraterrestrial. I started this story over the summer of 8th grade. Now in High School I mark it as a turning point in my life. I joined The Fandom That Waited, became a Cumberbabe, prayed for Season 3, fangirled as it came, became a Whovian, and wished for that raggedy man to land in my yard, I met a load of internet friends and a few real ones. And it was my privilege to ride this roller coaster of a fanfic year with you. *virtual kisses and hugs.* Check out my other stories okay?
I don't own Sherlock, or Doctor Who, but thanks anyways.
Shout-outs:
To my girls CaptainXena-Mation and Choclatemermaid you are my stars and moral rocks. Thanks for believing in me!
Katgirl97,You will go far in life! Aim high!
SquirrelWho, you make me laugh and smile with your love.
To the favorites and follows you are as cool as fezzes
And to AglonAuthor You are my John to my Sherlock.

Two Years (Or to the Doctor;two minutes) Later
"Well, short version, Not. Dead."
John's eyes were full of rage and surprise. Sherlock cleared his throat now realizing that he probably wasn't "coming back from the dead" correctly.
"Bit mean, springing it on you like that, I know. Could have given you a heart attack, probably still will. But in my defence, it was very funny." He laughed. John's eyes went from surprised to I-swear-to-God-I'll-kill-you-Sherlock-Holmes
"Okay, it's not a great defense." He complied. Mary gasped
"Oh no! You're ..." Sherlock looked at Mary.
"Oh yes."
"Oh, my God." She breathed
"Not quite." He raised an eyebrow
"You died. You jumped off a roof." She supplied
"No. I'm quite sure. I checked. Excuse me."
Picking up a napkin from the table, Sherlock dipped it into Mary's glass of water and then starts to rub off his mustache.
"Does, er, does yours rub off, too?" He asked nonchalantly pointing to John's hair on his upper lip.
John smiled tightly.
"Oh my God, oh my God. Do you have any idea what you've done to him?" Mary asked frantically.
"Okay, John, I'm suddenly realising I probably owe you some sort of an apology." He said looking down at John
Clenching his left fist, John slams it down onto the table.
"All right, just ... John? Just keep ..." Mary tries to sooth him
John pulls in a deep shaky breath before looking up at Sherlock.
"Two years." He whispered
He shakes his head, dragging in another long breath
"Two years." Then, he paused. Because a sound that could be mistaken as a lead blower started outside. John and Sherlock locked eyes and rushed out the door. Mary quickly followed throwing money on the table.
"Come along Holmes!" The Doctor was waving at Sherlock.
"Erm...John, who's that?" Mary asked
"That is The Doctor." John said grabbing her hand and pulling her into the TARDIS. Mary gasped.
"Oh. My. God." Her eyes widened. John looked at Sherlock who stood comfortably next to The Doctor.
"He helped. Didn't he?" John pointed to The Doctor.
"Hold on, you didn't tell him you where alive?" The Doctor asked
"Not until 2 minutes ago." John seethed.
"Okay, hurry up, punch it out, we've got a universe to see!" The Doctor cried.
"Not quite. I came back to stop a terror attack on London." Sherlock explained the situation. John tiredly put his head on Mary's shoulder.
"Okay." The Doctor smiled and turned to Mary.
"You must be Mary Morstan!" The Doctor looked at Mary's eyes which where full of wonder.
"Yup. A police box that is bigger on the inside that can travel through time and space." The Doctor said happily
"Hold on! Can someone please explain WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?" John asked his face turning red.
"John, Sherlock Holmes may be the greatest detective to ever live. My job was to make sure he kept living." The Doctor adjusted his bow tie.
"How?"
"A human robot who is managed by tiny people!"
"Now, where to?" The Doctor asked hopefully.
"Um...Doctor, we can't come with you." John said.
"Of course you can, it's a time machine!" He giggled
"No. We have lives here. Sherlock Holmes just came back from the dead!" John exclaimed.
"Oh. Right. Okay. I'll just put you back where you belong. I'll pop back around Christmas possibly the Wedding."
"Wedding?" Mary scoffed. John cleared his throat and looked up at the ceiling.
"Oh..." She laughed and kissed John on the cheek.
"Oh, Sherlock." John motioned for him to come. He grabbing the detectives shoulder and punched him in the nose.
"Ooooooo!" Mary and The Doctor winced in sympathy as Sherlock cradled his bleeding nose.
"That's for being a bloody prick." The Doctor chuckled. John looked at Sherlock and punched him again across his broad cheek bone.
"Ouch!" Sherlock gingerly touched the place where he'd been punched.
"That's for two years of you being dead." John said.
"Satisfied?" Sherlock grunted in pain.
"Not even." John said as he pulled Sherlock into an awkward hug.
"That's for coming back." He said a he pulled away.
The Doctor dropped Sherlock, John and Mary off back at the dinner table so the could finish they're meal.
"See you at the Wedding." John said shaking the Doctor's hand.
"I have a habit of showing up in style." He warned
"He still needs to propose." Mary chided elbowing John.
"We got interrupted." John shot Sherlock glare.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, Doctor." Mary smiled
"Pleasure was all mine Mrs. Watson."
"Mmmm...not yet. " she said kissing his cheek.
"Sherlock Holmes." The Doctor smiled
"It was an honour to meet you." He said
"You too, Doctor." He shook hands with Sherlock gave a hug and strode back to the TARDIS.
"We'll see him again." John said
"We have to stop a terrorist attack." Mary said
"We?" John inquired
"We." Mary confirmed
"The Game is on." Sherlock said mysteriously flipping up his coat collar.
"Let's hope these terrorists aren't extraterrestrial." John joked.
THE END