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Sherlock: Shut-Up. You're keeping me from thinking.

**Given the Circumstances**

I must warn you that there is nothing to be afraid of. There are indeed monsters under your bed, and things that hide in the dark. There are demons trapped in mirrors that you can occasionally see if you look hard enough.

Why doesn't Sherlock believe in monsters?

Because monsters don't have logic and science. They are just monsters, and are impossible. Those are Sherlock's rules.

But his rules are wrong.

- 221b BAKER ST.-

John is desperately trying to get Sherlock to stop playing the violin. "SHERLOCK! It's 3:00 in the morning! You can't be playing that thing all night and morning!" John stands in front of Sherlock who was currently gazing out the window before John blocked his vision. Sherlock only put down his violin and bow, sitting in a chair with his back to John. Sherlock sat with his eyes closed and his fingers wrapped in between each other, his fingers touching his lower lip. John sighed and sat in the chair opposite from Sherlock. "You're going to have to talk to me sometime." Sherlock acted like he didn't hear John. "Come on Sherlock." John was starting to get annoyed. He sat there for the next few seconds. The only noise heard was the sound of their breathing. "I'm going to bed." John finally said. Sherlock opened his eyes to watch John leave the room. Soon after, he closed his eyes again, travelling deep into his mind.

It had been a month since a case, and Sherlock would not stop playing the violin. John was suggesting to Sherlock that a not having a case was perhaps a good thing, a good time to go on a break. But even John was missing solving cases along Sherlock's side. Sherlock was being awfully quiet during the month, only answering things when completely necessary. He mostly spent the days thinking or playing the violin. John never saw him eat, but knew that he was probably eating around four or five in the morning. Sherlock would sit for hours, motionless. He would think constantly, trying to work out in his head why there were no cases, no interesting ones at least. His thoughts were moving fast, images and words flowing through his head. Days and weeks pass by fast, and Sherlock seems to get restless. He almost forgot how to talk, because he hadn't talked in a long while.

John was sitting in the kitchen, and Sherlock was sitting in a chair in the living area. It was silent for what seemed like hours, but soon Sherlock began to mumble to himself. "No….no. That isn't logical. Do that instead. Yes…Wait, no. That doesn't make sense either. Stop it. Be logical and observant…." Sherlock was still in his mind palace, searching for answers to this long break between cases. John looked up from the table and at Sherlock who was slumped in his chair with all his fingers folded together except for his pointer finger, which was slowly rubbing against his lower lip. "Sherlock?" John said quietly. Sherlock only sat, still in his palace. John got up from his chair and went to go make a cup of tea. "I'd like some too if you don't mind, John." Sherlock said in a louder tone than the one he was using for his mumbles. Sherlock still sits still, mumbling small things like, 'No' and 'Stop it'. He would close his eyes tighter when something in his mind was irrelevant and or annoying, muttering afterwards.

John brought in a tray with two tea cups and a tea pot into the living area. He set the tray down on the table next to Sherlock and took his cup with him to his chair, taking a sip as he sat down. He stared at Sherlock who was still caught up in his mind. John decided that he wouldn't talk to Sherlock. It was guaranteed to get awkward if he did, because he wasn't responding to what he said to him. It got on John's nerves most of the time, but sometimes the silence in the room was nice, when there was a long day of Sherlock and his violin playing. But John, thinking that he was going to have to sit there while Sherlock was caught in his mind, was interrupted in his silence.

Sherlock suddenly jumped up from his chair and yelled, "THIS STUPID EARTH AND IT'S UNINTELLIGENT HUMANS!" He turned to John, his eyes wide. "This is making me go OUT OF MY MIND! I NEED a case!" Sherlock walks to the window, without any more expression.

"Well, at least you talked." John suggests. Sherlock turns to John and walks to his chair.

"Why?!" He asks. "Why are there no cases John?!" John thinks for a short moment.

"Maybe-"

Sherlock interrupts John. "No, No. I don't care what you think anymore. Just be quiet a moment." Sherlock looks into the distance for a moment and thinks. He mumbles, "I'm going to create one myself." John gives Sherlock a confused look. "What?" Sherlock turns to John. "I'm going to create a case myself. I'm desperate John! I need a case." John gets up from his chair. "No, Sherlock! You're not!" "AND WHAT IF I DON'T?! AM I GOING TO SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE DOING NOTHING?!" Sherlock yells. "No. You can't do this Sherlock! You shouldn't." Sherlock frowns. "What are you expecting me to do? Live my life being average? I'm supposed to be like any other human on this stupid planet? My intelligence is way too high for a normal life, John. All everyone does is sit on their asses living their lives the SAME every day! Cases are what I rely on John! I can only think and play violin for so long before I start to go mad!" Sherlock is yelling, not noticing the TARDIS materializing in the corner of the room. John freezes as he sees the box in the corner, his face in shock. John tries to interrupt Sherlock's yelling. "Um, Sherlock?" Sherlock continues to yell at John, not listening to him trying to interrupt him. "Sherlock?" Sherlock still continues to yell at John, regardless of John's insistence. "Sherlock!" "WHAT?!" Sherlock yells at John. John points to the blue box in the corner and Sherlock turns.

Sherlock doesn't say anything at all. He isn't fazed by the box. He just stares at it, waiting for something else to happen. He puts both his hands behind his back and starts to slowly walk toward the box. Sherlock gets about two feet away from the box, and a skinny man in a bow tie and suspenders opens the door from the inside and steps out. "Hello!" The man says excitedly. Sherlock fails to say anything back, so John speaks up. "Yeah. Hi," John steps a few feet forward.

"And you are?" "Curious!" The man exclaims, throwing his hands in the air. "No, sorry. The Doctor. Just the Doctor." The Doctor holds out his hand to John, and John takes his hand and shakes it. "I'm John. John Watson." John says, looking at Sherlock after introducing himself. Sherlock still stands, his eyes fixed on the Doctor. "SO! What have we got here? A house, obviously. Probably a few people living in it. Seems…." The Doctor steps away from his box and heads toward the kitchen as John follows worriedly. Sherlock stays behind, circling the blue box in curiosity. "Someone is a fan of science! Lovely stuff. I love science." The Doctor says. He claps his hands and rubs them together. "Oh, I'm glad I landed here."

As Sherlock is still looking at the box, dragging his finger along some of the grooves in the wood, another person comes out of the box. She is tall, has red hair and is wearing a plaid top. "DOCTOR!" She yells. She sees Sherlock looking at her with a sour look. "Oh, hi. DOCTOR!" She steps out of the blue box. The Doctor comes out from the kitchen. "Amy, Amy. Could you be any louder?" Amy frowns. "Oh, Shut-Up." Amy walks over to the Doctor. "Who are these people?" The Doctor smiles. "This is John Watson. John Watson, Amy Pond, Amy Pond, John Watson." Amy gives the Doctor a look. "Don't overdo it." "Alright, Alright." The Doctor says. The Doctor walks Amy over to Sherlock. "And this is…" The Doctor hesitates. He never got this man's name. "Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock says, giving a fake smile. The Doctor and Amy's eyes go wide and they turn to each other. "You mean the Sherlock Holmes?" Amy asks. Sherlock rolls his eyes and walks to John. Sherlock whispers, "You're really trying to make me famous aren't you? I don't need this you know."

The Doctor leans over to Amy and says, "Don't be ridiculous Amy, of course he is." Amy lightly hits the Doctor. "Ow! What was that for?" Amy frowns. "You can't expect me to know everything Doctor!" Amy walks away from the Doctor and wanders to the kitchen as the Doctor stays in the living area. The Doctor mutters about what Amy just said to him, and Sherlock decides to go up to the blue box and take a look inside while the Doctor is distracted. Sherlock opens the door slowly, trying his best to make no noise. He walks in and closes the doors behind him. His hands clasped firmly behind his back, as he walks around the console, looking at the ceiling and the controls. He looks all around the box, which appears to be bigger on the inside. He touches the railing bordering around the space left around the console, making sure that his eyes aren't deceiving him. "Impossible." He mumbles.

The doors of the box swing open, and Sherlock turns. The Doctor is standing near the doors, grinning at Sherlock. "I see you've found my TARDIS." Sherlock smiles slightly. "Yes. Time And Relative Dimension In Space, I believe TARDIS stands for." The Doctor smiles. "Correct," The Doctor starts toward the console. "I was wondering how long it would be until you decided to come in here." Sherlock smiles. "We meet again Sherlock. Well, again for me. Not for you. Time things. Wibbly Wobbly Timey Wimey." Sherlock walks around the console. "So you travel in time in space. In this small box. Big…box. You spend the most of your times with a companion I presume, but when you are alone, you really feel alone. Obviously your trip here was a mistake because if it wasn't your intentions would be much more obvious. You came here because your TARDIS took you here, even though you were really trying to get to New York." The Doctor stares at Sherlock's eyes. "You're enjoying this aren't you?" Sherlock grins. "Of course I am."