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Chapter One
The Doctor, in his 11th body, was quite able to move fast when needed; yet that is surprising since his 10th body was taller with longer legs. But however, the Doctor was now in an emergency, with the TARDIS (his Sexy) going out of control in the loudly coloured time vortex. He was literally flying, as in you could see air between his feet and the floor, over the controls, whilst also hanging on for dear life as the TARDIS hurtled down the tunnel of time at a more than violent speed.
As River slowly regained balance she pressed three green buttons, the TARDIS regained speed and stabilized herself. Embarrassed The Doctor fixed his bow tie and walked casually towards his wife.
"You learnt from the best," he said mockingly. The TARDIS landed unexpectedly and they fell on top of each other.
"But I can still fly her better than you can," River said, mischief evident in her eyes. She heaved herself off of the Doctor, all of her energy must have been knocked out of her in the fall. The Data Core at the centre of the TARDIS' console made a noise that meant that she had landed herself in a place adequately chosen by herself. This also happened to be a place where the Doctor was most needed, and generally that could be anywhere.
They left the TARDIS without checking if it was safe, and they walked right into the bathroom of a flat. The Doctor stuck his tongue out and tasted the air:
"London, Baker Street." He remarked. A sudden girly, almost blood curdling, scream came from the shower. Slowly a naked man emerged from the shower, his black hair stuck to his face and his body covered in water droplets and goose bumps, and he didn't even have the innocence of a towel.
"What the hell-" he began.
"Ahhh, yes. River, meet the famous Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock Holmes this is Professor River Song," the Doctor introduced.
"Ohh I am going to be a Professor now? Spoilers, sweetie, spoilers." River joked. "Nice to meet you Mister Holmes." She said holding out her hand.
"This is before his 'death'. Don't bring it up." The Doctor whispered his warning to River.
Whilst all of this whispering and talking was going on, Sherlock had started to make some rather peculiar deductions about the pair: The woman, River, had a personality that may be even bigger than the volume of her hair, the Doctor, even though he didn't look like one, had a quirky way of holding himself, and shifted often, meaning that he wasn't sure or constantly nervous, most likely the latter. But, alas, the deduction-ing was put on hold as the strange pair had stopped muttering meaningless things to each other.
Soon later a small male came bounding into the room screaming on the top of his voice, "SHERLOCK ARE YOU OK?" The man handed a towel to Sherlock and questioned Sherlock on who these intruders were and why is there a Police Box in their bathroom
"It's OK, we're friendly," the Doctor chuckled to himself as he said it, it reminded it of Rory.
"Why are you in our flat?" The man seemed to have calmed down but still with a sense of warning in his voice.
"For the love of God, John. Put down the gun." Sherlock said, wrapping the towel around his lean, muscular body. As John put down the gun the Doctor looked sympathetically at John.
"What are you doing?!" Sherlock and John asked at the same time.
"We, my dear Watson and Holmes, are in your flat for a reason that we do not know of yet, but it must be quite a major reason, otherwise Sexy here (the Doctor pointed to the blue police box in the bathroom) wouldn't have brought us here."
"What is this, who are you, and what kind of a sick joke are you pulling on us?" John interrogated.
"We are the Doctor (the Doctor pointed to himself) and River (the Doctor pointed at River)."
"Yes you had already explained that," said Sherlock through his teeth, "but as of yet you still have given John or myself a single reason WHY you are here. I don't want to know who brought you here, 'we are here because the blue box said so', I want to know why you are really here, and you had better give me a good damn reason or John here may shoot you."
"Sorry to disappoint, but we won't die if you shoot," said River, with an air as if she had said it a million times.
"We, I mean I, am a Time Lord. I have two hearts, I come from the planet Gallifrey and this is my wife. She is a child of the TARDIS," again The Doctor patted the side of the blue box. "This means she is part Time Lord and is the daughter of my best friends. Don't give me that look, John. It's a long story and I'd rather not go into it. I would like to talk about it, as I am alone in the universe, except my wife. But I can't even talk to her about it... Different time lines and what-not, gets a bit too wibbly-wobbly for my liking sometimes."
"So, when are we?" River asked, not paying attention to what her husband just said. But she did notice he's wearing a blue bow tie, meaning he is young now.
"We, dear River… actually I have no idea when we are. Dear John, when are we? The year?"
"2012, just turned yesterday."
"Oh oh oh. Bad bad bad. Bad year for so many different reasons, travelled in and out of this year a bit too much."
"Right. I still don't know who you are, but I'll accept you into my house. Sit," Sherlock gestured to a well-worn leather sofa, more like a loveseat actually. The Doctor took up the offer and plopped down, listening to the air whoosh out of the sofa as it bore his weight. River also then sat down, yet as described previously, it was a small sofa, and as River sat down, there was barely any room, so she might as well have sat on the Doctor. John eyed them with disgust, maybe even a blush making a trail along his cheeks as he recalled past sittings with Sherlock on said sofa.
As John sat down, Sherlock placed his arm around him.
"It makes sense now." River whispered to the Doctor jokingly but the Doctor gave her a stern look in return.
"So, any weird murders, Sherlock?" Doctor inquired.
"Well, I shouldn't be telling you this, but as you're the only person who has ever evaporated into my bathroom, I will. There has been a body found in the Thames." Sherlock said handing him the notes. "Can you help us, Doctor?"
Looking at the photos of the body, the Doctor was rather shocked.
"This is a Jengain from the Lost Moon of Poshe. Looks like he crash landed here. They swore never to come to this planet again." The Doctor remarked calmly, much to John's disgust.
"May we see the body?"
Sorry about the real crappy ending, but it's late and I'm tired. Please review as they are much appreciated!