“It’s imperative that you meet.” The strange Doctor murmured quietly.
John looked up at the adult with a frown, “I-Imperative?”
“Important. Necessary.” The older clarified.
“Important to who?!” John exclaimed; the entire scenario was a bit much for the boy to grasp.
The quirky doctor tilted his head. “The future, of course.” He stated, like it was a simple fact. “It’s crucial that you, and Mister Holmes here, meet now. Your bond needs to be strong. You need to be prepared to die for one another.” He explained gently.
“You can’t know that. Y-You can’t make us believe something so silly, right Sherlock?” John scoffed, looking toward his new best friend.
But Sherlock’s eyes and face were not perked into the condescending gaze and sly grin that he’d come to know so well. No, his friend’s face was sad; troubled, as he stared right into John’s eyes.
“…Sherlock?” John spoke again, very tentatively. “You… you don’t actually believe this nutter, do you?” He asked.
The Doctor turned to look at the dark haired boy, who seemed entirely focused on little John Watson. “You see it, don’t you Sherlock? His importance?”
Sherlock didn’t answer. His eyes remained fixed on John.