John

John sat by what looked like a control table for the…the…thing he was in. The girl Clara had brought him some tea, but he couldn't drink it. He felt like he was going to be sick. He just saw Mycroft Holmes turn into some giant green blob, an alien according to the man who saved his life. The man known as The Doctor was there too, but he was busy fiddling with his machine and yelling out random things. It sounded so much like Sherlock's crazy blabber. John's heart tightened. Sherlock…he was still missing, being hunted down by those monster.

"Well, that's basically it," Clara stated, finishing the whole intro about The Doctor, time travel, and the TARDIS. He had been listening to her, but he felt that it was just too much to take in at once. Monsters and time travel? It seemed so…so…alien. John let out a shaky sigh and glanced over to the Doctor.

"So that thing…the Slitheen…What it did…" John sucked in another breath, trying to control the shaking in his voice. "Mycroft…is he…" The Doctor stopped fiddling with the TARDIS and let his eyes lock onto John's.

"I'm sorry," he said, his ancient eyes staring deeply into John's. His bubbly personality set on hold for a moment. John lowered his head into his hands.

"What am I going to tell Sherlock?" John asked to mainly himself. He knew the two had a past, but he knew that the death of a sibling was something Sherlock couldn't just brush off. Just thinking about it scared him.

The Doctor turned away and began tapping crazily on the council. He was humming a little song in his head that sounded familiar. He scanned his eyes over The Doctor. If he was going to trust these people with his and Sherlock's life then he needed to deduce a few things about him first. He would have asked, but just looking in the madman's eyes he knew he was a liar. He had said he met Sherlock and John in their future, but that didn't mean he had to trust him. Scanning him carefully John was able to pick up a few things. He noticed the glasses poking out of The Doctor's pockets. They weren't his. His eyes looked perfectly healthy so he must be keeping them for another reason. He acts peppy and fun, but his eyes are full of sadness. He looked like he had seen the worst things possible and the most beautiful-"

"First we need to find him. His brother works…worked for the government so it's obvious that he knew about all of this. You're his friend and I doubt he would just leave you like he did." The Doctor stated, carrying on their conversation and breaking John from his observations. John shook himself and looked at the two time travelers as they stared at the TARDIS council.

"You're saying that maybe he went home?" Clara asked, crossing her arms over her chest. The Doctor's eyes beamed brightly and he put his hand on one of the leavers.

"Let's go to 221B Baker Street!" The Doctor pulled down on the leaver and everything shook. John grabbed at the railing as they flew back and forth. For a high tech machine it sure wasn't a smooth ride.

Clara

She couldn't believe it. She was actually standing in the home of Sherlock Holmes himself! It was cluttered with papers, books, and experiments, but it was all still amazing. The Doctor looked just as pleased as she did.

"Doctor?" Clara whispered as John strolled into what must have been Sherlock's room. The Doctor looked at her, noticing that she had her serious face on once again. "How do you know them and why are they here? Aren't they supposed to be in Victorian London?" Clara asked. The Doctor's smile widened.

"Well done, Clara! Excellent thinking!" The Doctor beamed, staring into the eyeless sockets of a skull sitting on the mantel piece of the fireplace. "A while back when I was visiting London these two had stumbled inside, thinking it was just some ordinary phone box. I didn't know they were in the TARDIS so I just went back to Victorian London. They had ran out of my ship and stumbled into an entirely different world. John and Sherlock continued with their cases and hired a man as Sir Arthur Conan Doyle to write their stories in hope that it would grab my attention and bring me back. I was fond of reading Sherlock Holmes so I traveled back in time to see John and Sherlock to find them living happily in Baker Street of long ago." Clara frowned at the Doctor when he finished his story.

"But, they don't know who you are," Clara stated. The doctor's smile beamed brighter.

"That is because it has not yet happened." Clara roller her eyes. Here it comes. The Doctor excitedly jumped up and down on his feet and shouted to no one in particular, "Wibbly Wobbly Timey Wimey!" Clara smacked her hand against her face, shaking her head. He was such a dork. He was The Doctor, though so you can only expect that out of him.

John returned then, carrying a violin gently in his hands. Sticking to the violins frame was a slender note in carelessly fast handwriting. Whoever had been writing the note had been in a hurry. John handed the violin carefully to Clara and gave The Doctor the note.

"It's a clue," John stated simply.

"A clue?" Clara repeated, glancing at the note the Doctor held in his hand. The Doctor, unlike John looked quite excited about the clue, but that was to be expected. The Doctor found anything and everything to be exciting and deciphering clues from the Great Sherlock Holmes was one of those things.

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"God save our gracious Queen!"

"Long live our noble Queen!"

"God save the Queen!"

Clara frowned at the lyrics. What kind of a clue was this? Did he want them to sing a song or something? John tapped at his chin, glancing around the flat. Clara simply looked to The Doctor, who seemed just as stumped.

"I could ring up her majesty. Maybe Sherlock left a clue with her or something-"

"You've met him once apparently," John stated, laughing at The Doctor's remark. "I don't think she would do Sherlock Holmes a favor if it could save all of Britain." The Doctor stopped for a moment, thinking about it and then nodded in agreement.

"Well…then maybe he meant-"

"Doctor?" Clara interrupted looking a little closer at the note. The Doctor's head popped up to her and she pointed at the underlined worlds.

"Those words…the underlined words." The Doctor rolled his eyes at his companion.

"Yes, Clara it is the name of the violin book you can find it in…OH!" The Doctor grabbed the note from her and held it to the light. "Oh that is brilliant!" John jumped over to The Doctor's side, staring down at the note, his eyes widening as well.

"The book title and the page number a written neatly, while the rest of the writing is sloppy. Why would he bother writing a title and page number neatly? Unless; those were the things that were important; not the text?" Clara stated, rather pleased with herself. The Doctor patted her on the head smiling widely.

"Well done, Clara! You make a splendid detective!" The Doctor beamed. "John?" The Doctor turned his attention the Dr. Watson, who was still looking at the note. "Do you know where this book may be?" John bit down on his lip slightly and shook his head.

"Sherlock memorizes his music, but he does have a violin books stacked around here. We just need to find the right one," John stated, gesturing to the piles of books stacking up to the ceiling. Clara paled. This was going to be a while.