The Doctor was extremely nostalgic. He had run into his old companion Donna: his best friend who forgot about his very existence. His new companions Amy and Rory are fantastic, but they just are not the same.
Donna Noble was having a weird day. First she saw a wasp and she suddenly got a terrible headache, and then there was a random man in a bow tie staring at her fondly with a tinge of. . . Sadness?
Sherlock Holmes was bored. He had had no cases in days. He needed a case before he went crazy. He started reading articles about supposed aliens in London. Sherlock decides it's unimportant and then deletes in from his Mind Palace.
One single event will make Donna remember, Sherlock doubtful but definitely not bored, and the Doctor hopeful and excited.
"Doctor!" yelled Amelia Pond, "What's going on!?"
"No idea!" Responded the Doctor. The TARDIS moving on its own. To where, the Doctor had no idea, but he was excited at the prospect of a new adventure.
"Ummm... Is this a normal occurrence?" Rory inquired. This was only his third trip on the TARDIS, and he still had no clue what was normal and what was not.
"No. Well, sometimes. Well, more than you would think. The Old Girl always takes me where I'm needed though, so I'm sure it's important!"
The TARDIS stopped and the Doctor smiled at his companions. He really did love having companions to help him. He fondly remembered some of his more recent companions: Rose Tyler, the girl who taught him how to be a better man, Martha Jones, the girl who helped to dull the pain after losing Rose, and Donna Noble, the girl who could always make him laugh and whose compassion never ceased to amaze him. Then he felt a twinge of guilt as he remembered all the ways he screwed them over: leaving Rose in a parallel universe, treating Martha unfairly because she wasn't Rose, and erasing Donna's memory. The Doctor was snapped out of his thoughts as Amy ran past him to the door. She opened the door and was disappointed at what she saw.
"No alien planet, no aliens invading Earth, it's not the past or the past or future, and it's not even a different country. Why are we here?" She demanded.
The Doctor looked around and said, "2014 London. A lot happens this year. Who knows what will happen. Come on, let's go explore!"
"So nothing will happen here, right?" Rory asked. He had no clue how wrong those words were.
"I wouldn't say nothing. A lot could be happening at any given moment in any given place. No matter how ordinary Winston Churchill's birth was, the few universes where he wasn't born were disastrous."
"Wait... so there are alternate universes?" Asked Rory.
"Yes. Well, kind of. It's all a bit spacey-wacey," the Doctor gestured wildly as he said this.
The three of them wandered London like tourists. They even went to the British Museum where the Doctor critiqued all of the exhibits. All of a sudden, the Doctor stopped abruptly.
"What, Doctor? Why did you stop?" Amy rose an eyebrow.
The Doctor replied with only one word: "Donna..."
"Hey, Gramps, do you wanna go on a walk to the park?" Donna asked.
It was a seemingly normal day for a seemingly normal woman. In reality, donna Noble was not an ordinary woman. She was the Most Important Woman in the Universe. Not that she remembers that.
"Of course, Donna. I would love to," replied Wilfred Mott.
On the walk, Donna said, "Have you ever felt like you're forgetting something? Something very important, something life changing. And that since you forgot it, you have to settle with second best?"
"No, can't say that I have," replied Wilf nervously. He knew what had happened with Donna, and wished so much that she could remember. Unfortunately, Wilf knew that if he told Donna what had happened then she would burn. Before Donna could reply, a giant wasp flew by. Donna grasped he head in pain.
"Donna? Are you okay? Donna, answer me!"
Donna shrugged off the incident and then noticed where they were. "Hey, Gramps, how about we go to the British Museum? We're here anyways so why not, yeah?"
"Yeah, sure" said Wilf.
When they went in, Donna noticed a young man in a bow tie staring at her. The weird thing was, he looked familiar even though she had never seen him before in her life.
John was at work. Lestrade had nothing interesting. There were no clients. Needless to say, Sherlock couldn't take it. He needed something to occupy his mind, anything... and that is how he started reading about supposed aliens in London.
Sherlock often said that, "when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth." He honestly never considered the existence of aliens, but he knew that it was possible. When he saw an article on different alien encounters, though, he decide to read it.
One article lead to another, and Sherlock was starting to think that it is a huge probability. He thought of all the weird occurrences in the past years and realized that they very well could be extra terrestrial. When he got a phone call from Lestrade however, he decided to delete it. There were more important things for him to focus on, after all.
He sent John a text: We have a case. Will send address-SH. He then got into a cab and then went to the crime scene. It was in an alley by the British museum.
When Sherlock got to the crime scene, he immediately realized it was no normal murder. The victim was not your average man. Sherlock may not realize it, but it the information he had deleted would have proved to be helpful.
Meanwhile, across the country side, two evil men were conspiring. Both supposedly dead, both incredibly cruel, and both enemies of great men.
The planet Earth has no idea what is coming its way. One spider-like criminal mastermind and one insane time lord.
Here come the drums.
