A/N: Hello everyone! This is the sequel to "A Day in the Lives of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson! I'm sorry it's been a while since I've updated! But here we are!:) ATTENTION NEW READERS: if you are just reading this, and you haven't yet read A Day in the Lives of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson, I highly recommend that you do so that this story makes sense (its a quick read)!

For this sequel, I had a hard time coming up with a title. Anyone have any suggestions? I may come up with one later, but this one was just a fill in…

Sorry this chapter is kind of short, but I just needed something dramatic for the story to start off:) Enjoy!

(I own none of the actors/characters in this story, so i take no credit for that! The idea [mainly for the first story] was from a tumblr post-this story is probably going to be more from my weird imagination)

Lights flickered throughout the console room as sparks burst from the crevices of the control panel. A red light continued to blare into the eyes of everyone as the monotonous blare of an alarm warned the travellers of possible danger.

Everyone scrambled about, looking for something to hold onto. Most gripped a handrail, while the others clutched the control panel.

The travelers were being thrown about like ragdolls as the time machine shook and spun about, leaving half of them feeling ill.

One man clambered his way to the centerpiece of the console room, frantically searching for a solution. Once he reached his designation, he pulled a skinny metallic machinery of some sort, and waved its glowing tip at the sparking machine. Flicking his wrist, he read the results on the skinny metal item, and his eyes widened.

Looking about the controls splayed in front of him, he raked his brain for something to fix this problem. With another jolt, he was thrown from his position, and he slid all the way to the doors at the entrance of the time machine.

His eyes flittered around the console room in search for one person: the one person that he recognized the most- The one person who he knew best- The one person who started all of this.

The man found himself shouting towards his only hope in a pinstripe suit and trench coat.

"What did you do?"

A/N: So, to be clear, the 'man' that was trying to solve the problem was the 11th doctor, and the man he was talking to at the end was david tennant or the 10th doctor:) but YAY the sequel is up! I'm happy I finally uploaded something, so i can sleep now:) What do you guys think so far (i know, i know, its only the first chapter…)? Any suggestions or requests for this story? I'll try to keep them in mind! and ok this might sound crazy, but i already have an idea for how this story to end… jeez i should write it down… OK DONT FORGET TO FAVORITE, FOLLOW, AND REVIEW! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING!

(P.S. I now have A Day in the Lives of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson on Wattpad! check it out and tell your friends!:))