A/N Alright My Lovelies!!! I was pretty busy last night and wound up writing two parts for this story lol. Let me know what you think! Enjoy<3

"Are you fucking kidding me?" The new voice caused Molly to shriek, spilling her wine and latching on to John's side. The smoke was starting to clear as John pried the terrified girl off his arm and stood, looking around trying to find where the voice had come from. "A binding ritual? Of all the rituals, you could have chosen you had to chose a binding one?" John found the man the voice belonged to, and felt his stomach hit the floor. The new man was propped against the door frame, all limbs and curls. He was dressed in a black suit that fit him perfectly, and the pale light of the candles accentuated the harsh angles of his face, making him seem almost alien.

"Who are you? We aren't trespassing, this is college property." John straightened his shoulders and clenched his fists. The new man ran his eyes along John's frame, taking in every inch of him with intrigued eyes. John licked his bottom lip and shifted on his feet.

"Who am I?" The new man asked, pushing off the door frame and taking a casual step closer to John.

"Well if you don't know, then you may need to reevaluate your choices buddy." John could hear Greg snigger behind him, the strangely beautiful man shooting a glare at John's friend before turning his gaze back to the med student.

"I know perfectly well who I am. As do you, at least you should, you summoned me."

"Wait, y-you're- no." John felt his knees weaken as realization struck him. The spell had worked. They had summoned Father Time.

"You know, I believe it isn't a good thing when a human's breathing pattern reaches that speed, I would suggest you try to slow your heart rate down before you pass out." John shook his head, noticing that the new man was, in fact, correct about his breathing.

"I don't understand." Greg sounded confused, as he always did. Too many knocks to the head during rugby.

"Wow, your friend is intelligent, how ever do you keep up with such a brilliant mind?" The man dead-panned, causing John to let loose a belt of laughter.

"Hey! John, I thought you were on my side?"

"Sorry Greg, that was funny."

"Yeah, Gavin. That was funny."

"My name is Greg."

"Isn't that what I said?" John waved his hands in the air, trying to silence everyone. He turned to Molly, remembering that she had been pretty scared when the strange man arrived.

"Are you okay Mouse?" She nodded, not taking her eyes off the new man. John turned back to the new man, hoping to figure out what was going on. "So, let me get this straight, you are Father Time?"

"God, please don't call me that. I hate that phrase. Such an antiquated title."

"Okay, then what do we call you?"

"You, can call me Sherlock."

"Nice to meet you Sherlock." Greg piped up again, sounding confused, but cheerful.

"I said John could call me Sherlock, Gerard, not you. You can call me Time."

"That's not my name-"

"Right, sorry Marvin."

"Okay, that wasn't even close." John tried to hide a snort of laughter, failing miserably. He composed himself and caught the soft smile Sherlock sent him.

"Alright Sherlock, your Time, and we summoned you?"

"No John, you didn't summon me, you used a binding ritual. Congratulations, you and your two pets now harness the very power of time." John blanched, this was not good.

"W-what?"

"That's right, you three numbskulls got drunk and decided to break the number one rule of dealing with Time."

"What would that be?"

"You don't fuck with Time!" Sherlock spun away, gripping his fingers in his curls and growling in frustration. He suddenly turned around and pointed at John, stepping closer with a dangerous smirk on his face. "Except for you, you can fuck with me all you want." John flushed, his mouth opening and closing in shock. He had been hit on by men before, in clubs and whatnot, he had even snogged a guy in a bathroom stall one time, but no one as attractive as Sherlock. The tall man winked at him and lowered his finger. He turned his attention to Greg, looking vaguely annoyed at his presence. "You're still here?"

"Oi!"

"Oh, shut up Jefferson." John turned and placed his hand on his friend's shoulder to calm him down.

"Go make sure Mouse is still breathing alright? And get the first aid kits, I have to clean and dress these cuts." Greg grumbled and made his way over to Molly, who was still cowering in the corner.

"Wait, there are three of you?"

"You just called all three of us 'numbskulls' a minute ago,"

"Oh, right, I must have deleted that." Sherlock winked at him again and slunk over to a chair that was collecting dust in the corner. He waved his hand and the chair suddenly changed, looking as though it was brand new. He dropped into the chair and stretched out, grinning smugly at John.

Who the hell was this guy?