Boyfriend Development Program

It was cold and humid in London in late November.

The torrential downpour in the morning gradually stopped at noon, except for the occasional "tick" on the eaves, breaking a raindrop and splashing two handfuls of dust.

Without a case, Sherlock can only be like John, bored in the living room of 221B.

John focused on adding text to the blog, occasionally showing a little smile on his face when he paused, probably writing with great interest.This side, the consulting detective puts his palms together on his chin, looking absently at his good blogger.

The warm light from the fireplace made the faces of the two of them a little red.

"It's so peaceful."

Sherlock let go of his hand on his chin, and his gray-green eyes gradually brightened.He murmured back to John who was still concentrating on typing, "Isn't that ateful (isn't it hateful)?"

Hearing this, John froze for a moment, then closed his notebook: "It's over."

Sherlock snorted softly, and his eyes fell on John's computer.

John was keenly aware of the curly-haired man's intentions, and snatched the computer into his arms to protect it tightly: "Sherlock, I warn you, don't think about my computer!"

"Anyway, your password is not challenging at all..." the curly-haired man grunted, and fell heavily on the sofa behind him.

John: "..."

Outside the window, the sky was as gray as ever, spreading everywhere.

The howling wind passed through the entire city, shaking the entire window lattice "creaking".

John's body could not help leaning against the fireplace, exposing his whole body to the firelight.

Seeing the little man's subconscious movements, Sherlock's face changed involuntarily, and his gray-green eyes froze on John's pale face for a long time: Ever since the game console shattered, John's body has rapidly deteriorated.In the past, John, who had always advertised himself as a soldier, would not be so afraid of the cold.

Thinking of this, the curly-haired man's eyes darkened.He pursed his lips and tensed his face tightly, only then did he restrain the words he wanted to blurt out.

***

Two days ago, 10 Downing Street.

The man in the red robe announced loudly: "Gallifrey is about to descend to Earth!"

"Master, don't you know until now!" The Doctor shouted anxiously at the Master, "The voice in your head is what they did on purpose!"

The madness on the Master's face stopped abruptly, and he looked up at the man in the lead, which was "Your Excellency the President" as he called it.The latter showed him a more "kind" smile, and simply admitted: "The simple task of knocking four beeps was sent to the past in the form of a signal by us, and implanted in your mind in childhood. Four beeps Rhythm, representing the heartbeat of the Time Lord."

Behind the Doctor, a group of people looked shocked.

John whispered incredulously, "But, how…?"

Jack shrugged: "They are time lords, they control time, and it's easy to stand in the 'now' and send something to the 'past'."

"But I remember that time lords can't interfere with their own 'timeline'?" With such an explanation, John seemed even more puzzled, "They were involved in this matter, how could they stand in the 'now' and interfere with the past '?"

"They expected it before it happened. Obviously." Sherlock said his guess blankly.

"Along with many races, the Gallifreys are sealed in the final day of the Time War."

Perhaps the conversation restored the Doctor's mood, he explained: "So for them, the 1 minute before the time-space channel connection can correspond to each of our time points." He interrupted Sam's questioning : "Oh yes, Earth was born later than 'The Last Day of the Time War'. Either time will do."

The Master just looked at the president, he looked at the man, and saw the figure of the latter gradually become clear——they came stepping on the pain of his life, and the splendid buildings they escaped from the trap were entangled with him for hundreds of years, never before. Over the resting drumbeat.

"All my pain, all my madness, is..." he murmured, his voice quickly becoming exhausted, "Why did you do this to me! My whole life! You made this I!"

The Doctor moved his lips, trying to say something, but in the end he could only let out a long sigh: "It's not your fault."

"Will it stop?" The Master looked at the Doctor expectantly, "Drumming in my head?"

On the other side, the red robe of the Gallifrey starman became more and more clear, and was about to appear.

"Master, the bond is in your head. Believe me, the bond is broken, they go back, and you don't have to suffer from the drums anymore!" The Doctor's voice was extremely urgent, obviously, he hadn't given up trying to persuade the Master idea.

"I don't know what I would become without this voice?" Hearing this, the Master smiled, very quiet and very quiet.

For so many years, hundreds of years, the Doctor has seen innocent Masters, crazy Masters, reckless Masters... This is the first time he has seen a Master showing a quiet, sad smile mixed with hope.He paused: "I'm also curious, what would I be like without you?"

Sam, who has always been like a walking dead, suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashed with a strange light: "...they?"

John was about to strike up a conversation, but the scene that caught his eyes in the next second made him stop abruptly: Jack, who used to show people with a hippie smile, lost his smile at some point, and quietly looked at the pair in front of him who were talking to each other. people. Jack didn't see it, and Ianto, who was standing beside him, looked at him calmly, watched him look at the Doctor, watched him quietly watch the Doctor and the Master tell the truth.

"Once the lock of time is broken, all terrible races will come, darkness, no, time will end! Master, I beg you, cut the bond!"

"No, Doctor." The Master smiled resolutely, and shouted at the president who had already seen most of his figure, "I request to share your glory."

Doctor shouted: "Don't make me kill you!"

"Then let's do it, Doctor." The Master turned his head and smiled in a trance, the curvature of his face easily put together contempt, "No, you can't do it."

The Doctor watched helplessly as the Master opened his arms to the man in the red robe, and the latter was only three to five meters away from passing through the space-time tunnel.

Gritting his teeth, the Doctor with a ferociously distorted face took out a black metal object from his arms.

Take a closer look, it is a game console! Doctor's console!

The Doctor picked up the game console and slammed it at the game console that was pinched in the Master's hand and was shining through the space-time channel and the Master's brain!

"Crack!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the game console shattered. —both were broken.

Immediately afterwards, a sudden change occurred!

"Crack, click", the game consoles of everyone present began to shatter, and John's body burst into a huge light, refracted to the passage with only three or five steps left.Hearing a few muffled grunts, the light hit the Gallifrey star who was about to pass through the passage, and sent them flying back!

In the next second, the channel is closed!

The heads of 60 billion people shook at the same time: Swish, Swish, Swish...

There was a loud drum sound in the sky: one two three four, one two three four...

shhhhhhhhh...

one two three four……

In this uniform voice, Master's figure gradually faded away, and finally disappeared into nothingness.

The Doctor stood quietly on the spot, looking at the empty spot, watching the golden sunlight coming in through the window, watching the fine dust floating up and down in the golden light... He was speechless for a long time.

"John!"

On this side, the body of the little man suddenly staggered, his face turned pale. Sherlock caught him quickly, looked at the Doctor who heard the sound, his face was as cold as frost: "I need an explanation."

"His game console was also shattered." The Doctor was silent for a moment, "But it didn't disappear, and his vitality was still being extracted from his body."

John smiled, patted Sherlock's hand to comfort him, "It's not the Doctor's fault, I knew this day would come sooner or later."

"This is not fair! (It's not fair!)" Sherlock gritted his teeth.

The little man just looked at his sweetheart with a slight smile until the curly-haired man calmed down.

There was silence all around.

……

After the matter came to an end, Jack took Ianto to say goodbye. After the two left, John followed Sherlock back to 221B.

Later they learned that, except for the game console containing Dean, which was not broken (according to the Doctor, it was because the nature of the game console had changed), all the other game consoles were turned into scrap iron, and London returned to calm again.

The Master was locked into "The Moment", and the Doctor struggled back from the death line.

"I don't know what happened to the Doctor." John said with a smile as he carefully put the notebook back on the coffee table.

Sherlock flinched from the memory calmly: "'When he knocked four'."

"But the Doctor said we'll meet again."

Before John could finish his sentence, there were bursts of neighing in the distance.

The two looked at each other, and immediately ran towards the stairs!

"Doctor!" Who is the man leaning against a blue police box if he is not a Doctor!

"I brought you a gift." The man smiled brightly, and handed a stack of thick manuscripts to John.

"Dickens' unfinished work "The Mystery of Edwin Drood"!" John took the manuscript and looked at the title in surprise, "Did you go back to 1869?"

The Doctor shrugged his shoulders: "Yes. Dickens recorded everything truthfully. He said he must let you read it, I hope it can help you." "What do you mean?" Sherlock's face was still cold.

"Dickens' "The Mystery of Edwin Drood" is the link, and the body of the Gallifrey star is the catalyst, tearing a crack in the entire time and space, and forcibly creating a 'mother machine'." Doctor laughed even more happily Now, not at all the grief-stricken appearance two days ago, "Same as the Master, as long as the bond is severed, the time rift is closed, and the 'Mother Machine' will disappear. Thoroughly."

"Totally, you mean John will be cured?" Sherlock understood everything, his gray-green eyes were fixed on the man in front of him!

The Doctor nodded with a smile.

In the next second, a white light broke through the sky and descended, covering John's head!

The manuscript in the hands of the little man turned into specks of light, which gradually merged into the white light.

Soon, the white light forced out the broken game console that was still hidden in John's body, ground it into powder inch by inch, and disappeared in the wind.

This process lasted for as much as 5 minutes, and the strange thing is that there was no abnormality on the faces of pedestrians on the road.

"Oh, a little alien gadget," the Doctor explained.

Sherlock didn't bother much, just fixed his eyes on the ruddy John: "How do you feel?"

"Good. Never been better."

"In that case, I should go too." The Doctor waved his hand and opened the Tardis door.

In the sky, there was suddenly a distant drum sound: one, two, three, four...

The Doctor froze for a moment, looked up at the sky, and then dodged into the Tardis.

A familiar hiss sounded, and the blue police box disappeared from the sight of the two.

"'When he knocks four'." John was silent for a moment, watching Tardis go away, "Could it be the Master?"

"Maybe."

One two three four, one two three four...

one two three four...

The author has something to say: It's over, and there is another chapter left.

Spoiler: After the end

On Christmas Day, December 12, John Watson breathed his last in the arms of Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock carried John to the bed and watched him sit all night.

At dawn the next day, the doctor's figure appeared on John's bedside without any warning.He glanced at John who had his eyes closed tightly, sighed, his lips curled into an arc, and then he invited Sherlock: "Go time travel with me?"

"Areason (give me a reason)." Sherlcok said deadpan, not even looking up.

"To change the past." Doctor replied.

Sherlock stood up, the first gleam of light in his gray-green eyes, which had been dead all night.

Five minutes later, a small police box disappeared in 5 London.

……

The blue door to the Tardis was ajar, and Sherlock leaned against the frame, staring expressionlessly at a view he never thought he'd see.

The universe is dark blue from one end to the end, and the stars are tirelessly revolving around the established orbit, just like fine silk satin dotted with dots of flowers and colors.

"Here." The Doctor walked to the side of the curly-haired man and handed him a glass of gold washing liquid.

Sherlock took the glass, his eyes focused on the liquid: "What is this?"

"Drelsty's special product, a kind of wine called 'Golden Dream', drink and see." The Doctor raised his glass and took a sip immediately.

"Golden dream..." Sherlock's gray-green eyes were a little absent-minded, staring blankly at the golden washing liquid that seemed to be frozen in time.He remembered a little man, the man he loved, John Watson, who had hair that color.

The Doctor said that if he wants to change the past, he can only change the fate of "John Watson" by influencing "Sherlock Holmes" in the parallel world, then it is possible to affect this universe, and then change his past and find his John Watson.

However, they have spent three years drifting in the universe, and they have not yet found the way to decipher this universe and lead to the parallel world.

The Doctor sighed: "Thinking of John again?"

He looked at the dark blue vacuum, and his eyes were full of melancholy, as if he was thinking of a special person like a man with curly hair.

"Never forgot."

Sherlock raised his glass and drank the "golden dream" in it.The bitter liquid slid into his throat, bursting with sourness, just like his past, like every bit of him and John.

……

John's eyes snapped open.

White, gold, green, orange, purple... large swaths of dazzling light rushed towards his face, he couldn't help covering it with his hands, and it took him a while to fully get used to it.

The next moment, he saw the snow-white ceiling, the mirrored windows, the faint morning light, and even the faint scent of morning grass and trees lingering around his nostrils, all of which reminded him of the authenticity of the environment he was in.

But, why is there still a vague sadness in my heart?

Is it because of that dream?Because Sherlock was so sad about losing him in the dream, so... lonely?

"Having a nightmare?" The steady and familiar voice brought back John's hesitation.

As soon as the little man turned his head, his good roommate's iconic curly hair and long face came into view, which immediately diluted the sadness carried from the dream.

"Well, it's not exactly a nightmare." John hesitated to speak.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow, motioning for him to continue.

"I dreamed of you, and I dreamed of myself...well, dead me." John hesitated, as if trying to form words, "I died on Christmas, and then you were invited by the Doctor to time travel , trying to change the past."

Speaking of this, the little man couldn't help looking at the consulting detective, and then he found something hidden in those eyes that were somewhat transparent by the morning light.He paused, and finally added: "You look sad."

"You look sad when you think he can't see you."

Sherlock suddenly remembered what Molly had said to him, and the corners of his slightly raised lips froze, and an inexplicable light slid across his high cheekbones.

After a while, the calm voice of the curly-haired man said, "This is the truth."

"Fact? You mean the future Sherlock we met?"

"Obviously." A big smile piled on Sherlock's face, "his personal experience. I changed the future, 'that future' no longer exists, it can only appear to us in the form of dreams. There is no doubt about it."

John asked back: "On us? Did you have this dream too?"

The curly-haired man smiled slightly, and his eyes fell on the small man beside him: No, it's not just this dream.Large tracts of memory, as the "participant", he almost "inherited" the memory of the future Sherlock in the form of a dream—the memory of traveling around after John's death.

John looked at Sherlock, and then he seemed to wake up to something, with a sad and happy expression on his face.He stretched out his hands and hugged the man beside him tightly: "I'm here."

Sherlock hesitated, before finally wrapping his arms around John tightly.

"At least we're happy now." John laughed, trying to comfort Sherlock with clumsy words, "Sam and Dean can be counted as reconciled, er, although in different worlds."

After "The End of Time", the Doctor took advantage of the slight opportunity he had seized before to regenerate the Doctor they saw in 1869.

Later, at Sam's request, the Doctor used his demon powers to load him into Dean's game console.Through the screen of the game console, John can clearly see that the two are living happily, even in the virtual world.

As for the Doctor, since the Master is locked into the "time bubble", it is difficult to meet the Master several times in a lifetime.

However, as long as you are alive, as long as you keep traveling, there will always be opportunities to meet.

"Yeah." Sherlock put his head on John's head and responded in a low voice.

His hands tightened, as if embracing the whole world.

After a moment of silence, John suggested, "Sleep a little longer?"

"Sleeping is boring."

The little man felt the vibration of the voice in his head, and belatedly remembered the faint dark circles under the eyes of the curly-haired man: "Wait, did you stay awake just now?

John heard his good roommate grunt in reply.

"Oh shit!" John pushed Sherlock away, glaring at the curly-haired man condescendingly, "Damn Sherlock, don't go to bed now!"

"As I said, sleeping is boring." Sherlock pouted unconsciously. After a while, he suddenly thought of something, and looked up at John with a smirk, his eyes sparkling, "Unless you let me do that experiment."

Suddenly, John's face turned red instantly.

The experiment Sherlock mentioned was titled "On the shortest time a normal man can reach orgasm in a few minutes". ——Only the damned Sherlock Holmes would think about timing to get experimental data while having sex!

After hesitating for a while, John still compromised: "Once!"

"Three times!" Sherlock's eyes brightened.

"Twice at most!" John gritted his teeth and compromised again.

"Okay, just twice."

"I hope God takes you bastard!" Looking at the smug smile on Sherlcok's pale and handsome face, John had only one thought in his heart: I will definitely kill him!Someday!For God's sake!

"Oh come on, God there's no John Watson. Without my blogger, I'd be lost in time and space."

"Just bloggers?"

The curly-haired man didn't answer.

John looked up suspiciously, a handsome face was enlarged before his eyes, and enlarged again, until his eyes couldn't hold anything else.

"Sherlock, you... um!"

In the next second, the warm lips fell down and pressed tightly against John's lips, occupying him tightly.

He occupies his world, he falls in his city.

He doesn't understand his frequent mortal feelings, and he doesn't have his high-energy anti-social.

——"That's okay, the East Wind takes susallintheend."