Hello again! First of all can I just say thank you so much to everyone who favourited and reviewed. I honestly was not expecting that much positive feedback from one little chapter. Secondly, this was so hard to write as I wrote it after the Pond's departure on Doctor Who. So here's the next chapter and it is dedicated to both of the Ponds for being so remarkable. You are sealed onto both of my hearts.

'So...' John Watson tapped his fingertips lightly on the table. 'What exactly happened?'

Sherlock managed to roll his eyes, despite looking through a microscope. He knew exactly what John was thinking. His flatmate believed that he had some sort of 'attraction' to the young red-head lying on their sofa. However, the only 'attraction' he had to Amelia Pond was the fact that he found her intriguing.

While John had been clearing up the girl's cut, Sherlock had searched her jacket pockets and found a lipstick and her phone.

He spent some time examining the phone which was obviously broken as it said there was no signal when in fact; the reception in the flat was perfectly fine. He flicked through her contacts and then moved on to look at her texts. Going through her phone at least gave him a bit more information to go on.

Her real name is Amelia but she prefers Amy. She is engaged to someone called Rory Williams who is clearly a medical man, training to be a doctor by the looks of it. There is a contact in her phone that is not a name... 'TARDIS'. Must be an acronym of some sort. But standing for what?

'I've told you what happened, John.' Sherlock muttered, sounding bored. 'I found her in an alleyway and brought her here, simply because I knew you could tend to her head.'

John pursed his lips 'Then why didn't you just take her to the hospital?'

With a shrug, Sherlock replied 'The flat was closer.'

The army doctor sighed but left it there. He knew that there was something more... Sherlock's pupils had been dilated when he had carried the girl up the stairs to the flat. John had never seen that before. Although, Sherlock Holmes was obviously different to most men so that may simply mean that he finds her interesting. But he found Irene Adler interesting... maybe he really did find Amy attractive. Not that he could blame him, she was beautiful despite the blood and dirt that covered her body; you'd have to be blind not to see how beautiful she was.

John went over to the kitchen counter and put the kettle on. His eyes flickered over to Sherlock.

'Do you want tea?' He asked.

Sherlock hesitated a moment, his eyes not leaving the microscope. 'That's not tea.' He muttered.

John's eyes widened 'What do you mean it's not tea?

. . .

Amy Pond sat bolt upright making her head spin instantly but she didn't care. She remembered. She remembered everything.

Rory's voice echoed in her head. He was shouting her name, terrified.

Taking a deep breath, she managed to calm herself, making her heart rate slow down slightly. Then she remembered the cut on her head and her hand went up to see the damage... but it had been stitched back up. What?

Suddenly it came back to her. The alleyway. The tall, handsome man who said his friend was a doctor. How ironic.

She could hear two men talking in what must be the kitchen... something about... tea? Amy recognised one of the voices as the man in the alley, Sherlock, but the other she assumed was the doctor he had mentioned.

I have to get out of here. I have to find the Doctor and Rory.

Slowly, Amy got up off the sofa and, as quietly as she could, started walking towards the door.

Her head was pounding furiously, demanding that she sit back down again and rest. But Amelia Pond was not the type of person to give in that easily.

'And just where do you think you're going?' she heard Sherlock's voice right behind her.

Damn it.

Amy stopped walking and turned to face him but instantly her head started to spin and her legs gave in underneath her.

Sherlock Holmes, however, had quick enough reactions to catch her before she fell to the floor.

'You really shouldn't go outside yet,' he muttered, almost smugly 'you can barely stand never mind walk down the stairs.'

The red-head looked up at him and managed a scowl which just made him roll his eyes. Sherlock started to help her up but she shoved him away lightly.

'I'm fine.' She muttered, not liking the fact that she was injured and in a house with two strange men. Carefully, she stood up without any help and then noticed the other man standing next to Sherlock.

He smiled warmly at her 'Hi, I'm John Watson... I sorted out your head for you but Sherlock is right; you can't leave yet. You need some rest.'

John offered out his hand to her which she took, and let him lead her back to the sofa. Sitting down she looked up at the two men and John came over to sit next to her, examining her head again. Subconsciously, she moved closer to him; she decided she liked John... he wasn't cocky like Sherlock was and he seemed genuine.

But still, she didn't like this whole thing one bit. She didn't know who the hell they were or where she was. Her eyes locked with Sherlock's for a moment and found him smirking again.

'I know what you're thinking, Ms Pond.' He said 'But once again, I assure you that we have no plans to hurt you. We are not murderers or rapists, in fact we are the complete opposite.'

Frowning, Amy replied 'What are you then, the police or something?'

She thought she caught a glimpse of John sighing before Sherlock said to her 'Consulting detective, only one in the world. I invented the job.'

Amy could tell that he said this a lot and in a way that was almost bragging. But she surprised Sherlock by bursting out laughing when he said it.

'You invented your job?!' she managed between laughs 'that's hilarious!'

The consulting detective scowled at her and gave her a quick look up and down.

'You can hardly laugh at my profession Ms Pond, considering what you used to do.'

That shut her right up and she blushed deep scarlet. 'W-what did you say?'

Sherlock Holmes smirked 'You're practically sitting in John's lap! Obviously you're used to, and fine with, being in people's personal space, especially men's... so what was it then? Street walker? Stripper?'

Amy's embarrassment had turned into anger. Who was he to have a go at her job?! It was just a laugh!

'For your information I was a kissogram!' she glared at him.

That only made Sherlock's smirk widen. He picked up his violin bow and started twirling it in his hands. 'A stripper, exactly.'

Amelia Pond grit her teeth and narrowed her eyes at the man. It wasn't so much the fact that he was having a go at her job now, it was that he could say it in such a way that it sounded insulting. He was making her feel tiny and pathetic. He was making her feel like an idiot.

Please come for me Doctor... please.

I am pleased to say that I do have a sort of plan for this and I'm not totally winging it. In the next chapter you'll actually discover what happened to Amy and how she ended up in Sherlock's dimension... please review. Thanks for reading!