Sherlock swaggered into the control room of the TARDIS full of confidence and belief in all that was logical, the expression on his face only wavered for the briefest of seconds but that singular second was all it took to know that Sherlock had no idea what to make of this new situation. That second held Sherlock's face in a surprised 'O' just like a small child that had been showed the world, and in a way, he was.
"So then Sherlock Holmes, we've got all of time and space, so where do you wanna start?" The Doctor said grinning, slapping his hand onto Sherlock's shoulder. "the TARDIS, time and relative dimensions in space, any where and any when" he continued, grinning immensely.
"Okay doctor" he said sarcastically "why don't we start with why your really here" Sherlock said, grinning, and twisting out of the doctors hold on his shoulder.
"A case" the doctor said, looking puzzled "I did in fact come here for you, I thought you would have worked that out by now though, maybe your not as good as they say" he remarked with a smirk.
Sherlock looked hurt, the emotion flitting over his face momentarily before it returned to its usual emotionless state. "Not just me though Doctor, something not from this world that no-one else has sensed, oh I see it now, the dirt on the bottom of your trousers, it couldn't have come from earth, so other worldly, it scars you, oh how it scares you otherwise would you have come to a human for help, not very likely, so, my deduction is what you're here for now, my intelligence, someone who runs on the same wavelength as the doctor, you're here for the same reason as me, you're here for moriarty," Sherlock spoke, almost as if he was reading from a script, like he was just speaking out half formed thoughts that were amazingly correct. The Doctor just smiled, a bemused little grin spreading over his features.
"Your right, but how can you know its this moriarty im looking for?"
"because, Doctor, he appeared around 3 years ago with no trace, nothing, he was just there, a head in everything from drug shipping to arms dealings, there's no way anything human could have done that, your presence has confirmed him being of extra terrestrial origin."
"Tell me Sherlock, what does he look like"
"messy blonde hair, blue eyes, a huge grin almost constantly on his face, but also, hes in pain, like there's something missing a crucial part of him that used to be there but was now completely gone, almost like he was now alone." Sherlock spoke, like he had a picture of the man in front of him. The doctor froze, his face completely still in a mask of pain and horror.
"but that's impossible" the doctor murmered
"what's impossible doctor" Sherlock spoke, finally becoming a little more interested in the case.
"The master!" he shouted
