"Doctor? Doctor who?"

The Doctor just laughed at John's inquiry and then turned to face Sherlock who seemed to be somewhat amused by his fiancee's puzzlement. He released John's hand and then turned to head towards his TARDIS. With a dramatic spin, he rested a hand on the door of his machine and then faced the couple.

"So are you ready?"

John made his way over to Sherlock and took his hand in his own.

"Ready for what, exactly?" John responded.

With a smirk, the Doctor looked at the door he was leaning on and then back at them.

"For an adventure."

Not really expecting an answer, he fished around in his coat pockets and pulled out his key. He inserted the shiny silver key into the shiny hole that was waiting for the insertion of its companion. With a twist, the TARDIS's door opened and he slipped inside.

"Come on! Don't be shy!"

John opened his mouth to protest, but Sherlock let go of his hand and was already walking to go inside of the police box.

"Sherlock what are you doing? No, no, don't go in there, we don't even know what's in there, Sherlock!"

Sherlock had his hand on the door and was ready to open it, but he stopped when John started talking. He let go and then turned to face John.

"Of course I know what's in there, John, it's not the first time I've been in here."

John's jaw was clenched and his stance straightened. He was used to Sherlock not telling him things, but this takes the cake. A weird man with a bowtie and suspenders is standing outside their flat screaming his name, and like the madman that he is, he runs outside grinning like an idiot. And John is just finding out about this man that Sherlock has met before years earlier, and expects him to be okay with that! At the sight of Sherlock's pleading eyes, John's attitude softened and he wanted to be closer to his fiancee to whom he was getting married to tomorrow.

"John, trust me when I tell you that the Doctor is a good man, he won't let any harm come to us. Why don't you believe me?"

John's hand landed on Sherlock's soft, porcelain cheek and began rubbing it with the pad of his thumb. He let out a sigh of exasperation.

"It's not that I don't trust you, Sherlock, it's just the fact that...you know, maybe I'm not as willing to be trapped in a box with a man who looks like he's had some trips to the loony bin, is all."

The Doctor poked his head out at John's remark.

"Oi! I have never been to the loony bin in my life! Well, if you don't count that one time where I had to do that thing that I can't tell you about because all of time and space relies on it, but other than that, I have never been there, now are you coming or not?!"

Sherlock looked back at John.

"Please, John. You know I'd be lost without my blogger, or is that husband now?"

John gave a small smile.

"Alright, what the hell. But if something happens to us, I'm going to blame you."

Sherlock smirked.

"I wouldn't imagine that you won't."

They were staring at each other for a long while before the Doctor gave a loud cough, causing both of them to jump and snap their heads in his direction.

"I'm still here you know! Now let's go, there are alternate dimensions to be discovered, ancient cities need to be revisited, history needs to be witnessed!"

Sherlock bent down a bit to reach John's ear.

"The Doctor's a bit eccentric, you don't mind, do you?"

John scoffed.

"Do I mind? Look who I'm getting married to."

Sherlock laughed. He walked back over to the TARDIS and then opened the door. John couldn't believe his eyes. It was so...big, it most certainly wasn't like a normal box. John had to step out again and then reenter because he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Sherlock and the Doctor were having their share of giggles.

"Hang on."

He stepped out.

"No, no, this isn't right."

He was talking to himself more than he was talking to the other two men standing there. He stepped back inside and then got a good look at his surroundings, his eyes moving from the control panel to the various other openings that led to different rooms, how many, John didn't know, and he still couldn't believe that he was standing inside the tiny blue police box that was resting on their street at the moment. He looked over at Sherlock who was giggling like a school girl at his confused fiancee. John was finally torn between stepping out of the TARDIS altogether or joining them inside.

"It's...bigger..."

"On the inside, yes I know." The Doctor cheekily responded.

"You'll get used to it, John, I know I had to. This place goes against every logical explanation I know of. But it is a scientific marvel..." Sherlock said.

John's brows furrowed as Sherlock spoke.

"You know you still never told me how you two know each other."

Sherlock's smile returned.

"I hope you don't think that we were past lovers, John, because if you do, you are mistaken. Besides, do you even go for stuff like that, Doctor?"

The Doctor crossed his arms.

"I'm not having this discussion in front of your fiancee."

Sherlock and the Doctor shared a laugh at that, which made John's agitation come back.

"Will somebody bloody answer me?!"

The Doctor was the one to cease his laughter and answer John's inquiry.

"I met him when he was a kid, if you must know."

"Really?"

Sherlock nodded.

"Yep. I saw him walking home from school one day and well...he looked awfully upset about something but I didn't know at the time."

Sherlock jumped in.

"He didn't recruit me right then and there, it wasn't until later, after Redbeard died..."

John looked at the Doctor, by his facial expression, the Doctor knew that it his turn to provide the explanation.

"I don't know how, and I don't know why so please don't ask me, but I heard him."

John crossed his arms.

"You heard him?"

"Yes, the TARDIS picked up a distress signal and so naturally I listened, it wasn't normal, not like the other ones I have gotten in the past. It was crying, the soft, anguished cries of a child who has lost something precious and dear to them. I couldn't possibly ignore it, I'm the Doctor and I help people...well...there are a few times where I failed in that aspect...but I don't want to dwell on that now. I followed the signal, and it led me to him and let me tell you, I have never felt so much sympathy for a child before. I couldn't just leave him there, alone and helpless, I had to take him, and I gave him back, mind you. I wanted him to smile, even if it was for a little while."

"He took me to Bubopolis. It's a planet with nothing but huge bubbles on it. And then we had tea with Queen Victoria, and that skull, the skull on my mantelpiece, I got that from chasing Jack the Ripper through the catacombs! I got my very own pirate hat from Blackbeard the pirate!"

John wanted to be mad at Sherlock, but he saw how much his eyes lit up as he recalled his time with this strange man known as the Doctor.

"You let a little boy chase one of London's most vicious killers through the catacombs?"

The Doctor's eyes darted from side to side and he clasped his hands together.

"Yeah, I forgot he was still in the TARDIS when that last part happened but, that's not important now."

"But when he left me, he said he would come back, but he didn't. And in time, I simply started to forget my ever meeting him."

They both had solemn faces on.

"Well, I'm here now, and we can go anywhere you want. Consider it a wedding gift, speaking of that, when is the lucky day?" The Doctor tried to bring the happy vibe back, before the oppressive and mournful air returned, and he has enough of that. Enough to last him centuries.

"Oh...well...it's actually...tomorrow."

The Doctor's eyes widened.

"What?! Really?!"

The two husbands-to-be sheepishly smiled and nodded. The Doctor was surprisingly excited for them.

"Well, now this is a cause for something EXTRA special! We have to make this count, and nothing dangerous, though I can't promise you that, I can take you wherever you want? Ancient Egypt, Ancient Greece, The Roman Empire, a world populated by a large variety of aliens, where do you want to go, you lucky, lucky sods?"

John was bit thrown off by the sudden mood change, but Sherlock stayed the same. Well, he would be used to the Doctor's personality if he's traveled with him before, wouldn't he? But still, John was still keeping a wary eye on him, he seemed like a good guy, but how much can a person change in a matter of years? He knows how much he changed since the war. Sherlock looked over at John.

"Where would you like to go, John?"

John blinked at the sound of Sherlock's voice.

"I..uh...I don't know."

Sherlock's head snapped towards the Doctor.

"Well, I don't have an idea for once. Surprise us, you're good at that, aren't you?"

The Doctor liked the sound of that because he cracked his knuckles and turned to the monster of a control panel, John still couldn't wrap his head around the inside. He didn't even know what a TARDIS was.

"Oh, Sherlock, don't you know? I'm great at surprises."

He started to fiddle around with the various levers and switches and buttons that were laid out in front of him. John felt the TARDIS shaking and making the same wheezing noise that he heard when he was in his flat. Then, out of nowhere, everybody thrusted forward, Sherlock was holding onto the metal bars and the Doctor was firmly latched onto what John thought was the steering wheel, whereas John had nothing to grab and thus landed face first on the cold floor. He could hear Sherlock laughing at him in the distance and groaned loudly.

"I forgot to tell you to hang on!" The Doctor shouted.

John pushed himself up off the floor and held onto the metal bar next to Sherlock.

"Where are we going, exactly?!" John yelled back.

"You'll find out soon!"

"Yeah, John, just manage to stay on your feet until we get where we are!"

"Shut up, Sherlock!"

The Doctor interrupted the two.

"Alright, this is where it gets REALLY bumpy! Hang on!"

"What?! What's he talking about Sher-."

They were thrusted forward this time and Sherlock let go as well as John, who fell on top of the detective. The TARDIS shifted to the side abruptly and they went rolling across the floor and Sherlock ended up on top of John. They were both breathing in and out from screaming and trying to grab on to the railings but failing miserably. Again the time-machine titled forward and they were both sliding across the floor and only stopped because they banged their heads against the panel. Just like that, everything seemed to stop and calmed down. Sherlock was still laying on top of John, whose legs were no up and pressed against Sherlock's waist, making them look like they were in a very suggestive position. The Doctor pulled the lever down.

"Alright, I think we're here."

He looked around and found the couple on the floor next to him, staring into each other's eyes intimately, with growing smiles on their faces. The Doctor's mouth turned into a wry smile and he placed a hand on his chest.

"Well...get a room you two."

They both looked up at him and then quickly separated and stood up, brushing themselves and each other off. John was smiling to hide his embarrassment and Sherlock's cheeks were as red as roses.

"S-so, where are we?" Sherlock asked, to get off of the subject.

"Well, if I'm correct, we should be in Paris in the year 5454, I hear that it is very romantic at that time, perfect for soon-to-be husbands, eh?"

Once again Sherlock gave a cough and John just kept that goofy smile on his face. The Doctor walked over to the entrance and then opened the door and stepped out. The first thing that was wrong was that it was daytime, and the second thing was that he couldn't see the Eiffel Tower anywhere. He looked around, there were no hover cars, no roads, just horse carriages and people shuffling up and down the street.

"EXTRA EXTRA, READ ALL ABOUT IT!"

The Doctor was confused.

"They shouldn't still have paper boys in the year 5454..."

And, what's more, the boy had a clearly distinct English accent. That's when he put it together, they were still in England, and they went back in time instead of forward. He saw people gazing at the police box with curiosity before returning on their way, no doubt trying to mind their business. The Doctor went back inside and closed the door. Sherlock and John were staring at him, waiting for him to say something so that they can embark on whatever it is he has planned, but at the sight of his face, they were worried.

"What's wrong, Doctor?"

Not really hearing Sherlock's question, he rested a hand on his prominent chin and started muttering to himself.

"This isn't right, why are we here, how did we get here?"

Sherlock's brows furrowed as he listened to the Doctor's angry whispers.

"Doctor?"

The Doctor flung himself over to the little monitor he had and furiously examined it.

"Why are we here? We shouldn't be here. Something is wrong, something is very wrong..."

John took a step forward, wanting to get some clarity as well.

"Yes, uh, Doctor, what's wrong? Are in the wrong place?"

The Doctor's hands rested on the panel and his hair fell in his face as he nodded.

"Apparently, we're in London, 1890.""

John staggered back.

"1890?"

Sherlock responded, "Yes, John 1890." we're in a time-machine, the TARDIS is a time-machine, got it?"

"I'm not sure that I do, Sherlock. I'm not even sure if I'm awake, or what a TARDIS is."

"Time And Relative Dimension In Space..." The Doctor answered in a low tone.

John still needed further explanation and so the Doctor gave it to him.

"This is a time-machine, you use it to go to different periods in time, bad things can also happen because it's a time-machine and it messes with time. Relax, John, I won't let anything happen to you or Sherlock, however, I can't promise that bad things won't happen."

John absorbed everything he said, and mentally came to terms that this was real and that this was happening.

"Alright, but I'm holding you accountable for anything that might happen in advance."

"Fine with me." The Doctor smiled, and for the first time, John actually returned the smile. Sherlock was glad to see that they were getting along.

"So what are we going to do now? Can you get us out of here?"

The Doctor sighed.

"I don't know...all I know is that we wouldn't be here if there was nothing wrong, but there is something wrong...something very...very...wrong."

Sherlock's eyes started shining.

"Do you mean...John, I think we have a case!"

John's smile widened.

"Brilliant!"

The Doctor was beaming and began to race up the stairs.

"If we're going to be staying here, we're going to have to fit in! Get ready for a Victorian makeover..."

The door to the Tardis opened and the three of them came out. Sherlock was wearing a white dress shirt with a black ascot tied in the collar. He was wearing a navy blue silk waistcoat on top of his shirt. He was also donning a black frock coat and matching, fresh and crisp trousers, along with a shiny pair of black dress shoes. On top of his head, he wore a black top hat with a blue sash tied around it. John admired him, he could see the gold chain that connected the watch to his pocket and was absolutely smitten. John was only wearing a white dress shirt, a black waistcoat and matching trousers and shoe. He wore a black bowler hat and his jacket was draped over his arm. Sherlock couldn't stop staring.

"All of those times I tried to get you out of those jeans and into proper trousers, you never agreed. What happened now?" Sherlock grumbled.

"I don't have a choice this time." John retorted.

"Yes, yes you both look ravishing now let's go, I want to get out of here as quickly as possible..."

He started walking first and they followed soon after. London seemed more crowded than before, and they spent a good long while pushing past the large crowd and into a more secluded area.

"Where are we going?"

The Doctor replied, "I'm not sure, just keep walking and I'm pretty sure we'll find something."

Sherlock couldn't argue and neither could John so they just followed directions.

"You look...exceptional in that outfit, John." Sherlock said without making eye contact. John had to do a double take at the younger man's words. Did he really just say that? But he had to accept the compliment, it wasn't often Sherlock did it.

"Thank you, Sherlock, you look...exceptional too."

He saw Sherlock's blush out the corner of his eye and smiled. As soon as they turned the corner, Sherlock was knocked down by man who was clearly running at a very fast pace.

"Sherlock!"

John shouted. He ran over to the groaning man on the floor and helped him up. Sherlock propped himself up on John's strong body and held a hand to his head.

"Sherlock, are you alright, answer me!"

Sherlock just groaned.

"My head..."

John placed his hand on Sherlock's. He looked over at the man who was now helping himself off of the floor, picking his hat up and placing it back on his head.

"Watch where you're going next time, yeah?" John stated to the stranger angrily.

"Pardon me, I apologize for running into your friend but you see I am in quite the rush to escape from my pursuer and my surroundings are the least of my concern."

Sherlock was still swaying a bit. He might have a bit of a concussion, not anything serious, but he still needed care. Before John could speak, he heard another man running down the street.

"Holmes! Holmes! Are you alright?"

The man that was now identified as Holmes now had a small ghost a smile on his face.

"I'm fine my good man, but I'm sure that our friend here is in need of aid. You see, because we were running at an unusually fast pace, I did not see this gentleman coming into my path and so we collided and I'm afraid he may have something of a concussion now. What can you do about that, Watson?"

John and the Doctor were confused. Holmes? Watson? Where were they exactly? The man who was wearing the almost exact same thing as John, and almost looked like him, besides the moustache and the heavier build (and that he was slightly taller). The "Holmes" guy looked nothing like Sherlock except that they had the same look in their eyes, cold and analytical. He had a birdlike nose, and his face seemed gaunter and skinnier than Sherlock's, and his cheekbones could never compare to Sherlock's. Watson turned around and saw the disoriented detective in John's arms, struggling to stand on his own two feet.

"Oh, Holmes, you always manage to give me more work than is necessary."

He was now talking to John.

"Do forgive my rather reckless companion."

John was still puzzled and all he could do was nod. Watson smiled.

"I'll be more than happy to take care of your friend at our flat."

"And where is that, exactly?"

Holmes answered, "221B Baker Street, of course."

John was mentally screaming. His eyes flashed over to the Doctor, who was giving him the same look, and then back at the two men who not only shared the same last name as Sherlock and himself, but also live in the same exact flat!

"Uh..yes, yes, of course."

That seemed to make Watson happy because in no time he had Sherlock's other arm draped over his shoulder and helped the shorter man walk his friend to their home. The Doctor walked next to John and whispered, "Ask them who they are."

John turned to Watson since Holmes was too far ahead to hear him.

"So...who are you two, exactly?"

Watson turned to face John with the same genial smile on his face.

"My full name is John Watson, but you can call me Watson, Dr. Watson if you want to keep it formal."

He pointed a finger with his free hand up at Holmes.

"That there is Sherlock Holmes, the great detective. He has the greatest mind man has ever seen, if not man, then Scotland Yard. He is a consulting detective, the only one in the world."

If John wasn't holding Sherlock at that moment, he would have fainted. He looked back at the Doctor and all he said was, "Stay with Sherlock, find out more, I'm going back to the TARDIS to find out what's really going on."

"No, Doctor wait!" John shouted in an angry whisper. It was too late, he was gone. He left him alone with a semi-conscious Sherlock and two people who may or may not be them. But there was nothing he could do about it, he would just have to wait for the Doctor to come up with a plan.