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Chapter Two:

It took Sherlock exactly one point seven seconds to figure out everything he could possibly could care about the woman standing at the entrance of the lab.

Judging by the style of her clothes, the way she stood, her nails, her purse, and most importantly, her shade of eyeshadow, he could tell that this woman was the last person he would ever want to share a flat with.

Two point one seconds after setting eyes on Donna Noble, Sherlock Holmes opened his mouth to tell Ms. Noble precicely why she should run back to her overbearing mother right now and hope never to cross paths with him again.

But he stopped.

Because just as the woman turned to talk to that horrible broker, something that didnt exist two point two seconds before, suddenly exsisted on the womans back.

Two point nine seconds after meeting, Donna Noble was the most intresting woman Sherlock had met, and he was dead determined to why.

Turning to leave, Sherlock paused in front of Mark and Donna, nodded at both, and curtly said "I'm Sherlock Holmes, you're irritating beyond words, but I suppose you'll have to do. I'll meet you at the flat as soon as I grab my riding crop from the morgue."

With that, he spun on his heels, grabbed his coat and scarf, and exited the room, slamming the door behind him.

As soon Donna stopped seething enough to speak, she whirled on Mark and jabbed a finger the man's chest while yelling:

"You said said he was a bit odd! I thought you meant he stuttered or was OCD or something NORMALLY ODD! NOT A POMPOUS HIGHLY ATTRACTIVE MAN WHO CALLS RANDOM STRANGERS HIGHLY IRRITATING AND RUNS OFF TO A MORGE FOR A WHIP!

Trying not to cry, Mark whimpered "Please Donna, he may be slightly insensitive at times, and has some unusual habits, not to mention a bit of a dra- I mean-" quickly catching the murderous look aimed at him "He is a interesting guy for sure, but when he's working he's happy, and not to mention he's giving you the deal of a lifetime! He rejected everyone else I brought to him..."

Sighing hopelessly, she rolled her eyes and responded "I'll give it a try, but if I don't like it, I'm leaving. You got that?"

Smiling happily in return, Mark started heading out while calling out behind him "Come on, we don't want to keep Sherlock waiting, he has no patience whatsoever."

"This man is sounding better and better by the moment..." Donna muttered walking behind him. "Where is the flat?" She asked curiously.

"221B Baker Street!"

The Doctor has had shocks before in his very long life, but the sight before him was one of the craziest yet.

A 21st century human male wearing a tuxedo was staring at the TARDIS doors while staggering slowly backwards in shock.

"Oh wait, that isn't shock, he actually is disabled." He thought guiltily as he started to get over the surprise and noticed the cane by the mans side.

"Where the bloody hell am I?!" The strange limping man shouted turning to face the Doctor .

"Is this some kind of prank?! Because let me tell you, its not going to be funny when my sister murders me for being late to her wedding!"

"Erm, right, well, I'm the Doctor and presently you're in my TARDIS." The Doctor said quickly as the man cautiously limped closer. "Although if you would like to be more exact, technically you're floating in the Minixaer Galaxy, fifth quadrant, around the superno-"

At this point he stopped short, staring shocked at the very real looking gun pointed at his face.

Calming staring as only an experienced solider could, John steadily held the pistol at the Doctor while flatly saying "I have no idea what junk you're spewing now, but I do know that if you planned on a willing hostage, you're not getting one. Let me go now, and I will be kind enough not to shoot you."

Jerking his head at the doors, he continued "Thats the exit right? You go first, and no funny business, got it?"

Breathing slowly out once, the Doctor stared John straight in the eye and said quietly "I really don't like guns. Please put it down, and I promise I'll take you home." When he saw that John wasn't going to listen, he sighed and walked towards the TARDIS doors. Throwing them open, he turned and smiled sadly at the bug eyed army doctor.

"Look outside. You just traveled six million lightyears from earth into my spaceship. You are a very very long way from home."

Finally collapsing from shock, John put his head in his palms and after staring quietly at the ground for a good minute, took a deep breath and looked up at the now grinning Doctor.

"Alright, lets start from the beginning. I'm Captain John Watson, ex army doctor, hailing from London, England planet Earth." he recited calmly.

"A pleasure to meet you Johnny boy!" The Doctor said gleefully while crouching in front of John.

"My name is the Doctor, traveler of the universe, hailing from the lovely TARDIS."

After saying this, he grabbed his sonic and proceeded to scan John slowly from head to toe and back up. Raising his eyebrows, John said doubtfully "Let me get this straight, you're a alien traveling doctor, you're called "The Doctor", and you are scanning me with your alien medical device?"

Laughing as he stood back up, the Doctor jokingly said "I believe that's your job John! No, I'm not actually a doctor, its just a name, and this here is my sonic screwdriver. I just scanned you for any alien technology explaining how you could materialize onto my ship, which, technically, is impossible by the way, but unusually, nothing unusual showed up."

Standing up painfully while waving away the Doctor's offer for help, John got his first good look at the TARDIS. "So could this spaceship of yours possibly take me to 5920 Whitley London, England so I don't miss the wedding?"

"Before we rush off, I just want to make sure. It's human wedding, right? Because if the bride acts strangely, or the groom looks like he has a zipper on his head, you might want to tell me first." The Doctor said worriedly.

Laughing at the image of Lance with a zipper on his head, John shook his head and replied "No, my sister isn't an alien, at least not that I know about, and until I mysteriously appeared here, nothing was odd about my gay sister marrying a man she hardly knows!"

"Suspicious enough for me!" The Doctor said happily. Grinning crazily, the he twirled into his chair and shouted "ALRIGHT JOHNNY BOY! LETS HEAD TO YOUR NON ALIEN GAY SISTER'S WEDDING! ALLONS-Y!

"Hello dearie, are you Sherlock's new flatmate? I'm Mrs. Hudson, the landlady, and Sherlock just went upstairs a moment ago." the kindly looking lady showing her upstairs said. Mark left by the hospital claiming work, and if weren't for the fear of troubling the lady, Donna would have charged up the stairs and start yelling at the tall git right then and there.

Instead she smiled and walked politely behind the landlady as she lead her upstairs.

She would have time to chew him out later.

"Sherlock darling! Your new flatmate is here!" Mrs. Hudson said as she walked into the chaotic horror that might pass as a room.

Looking up from the only clean chair, the great vampire himself glanced up coldly said exasperatedly said "Yes Mrs. Hudson, I heard you both walking up the stairs for the past minute. Secretaries, even new ones, have distinct walking patterns you know."

"How, how could you possibly know that?! Wait, you looked me up?! Because I swear, all those tickets-" Donna stammered as Mrs. Hudson calmly crossed into the kitchen to start tutting at the mess.

"No, you obviously are nearly a big of an imbecile as Anderson if you think I could already look up an interview you only had a little over an hour ago." Sherlock drawled rolling his eyes. "I simply observed, and put it all together."

"Nobody's that smart!" Donna yelled, pissed off ever more than before.

"Really? Its not that hard, I'll explain it so that even your tiny mind might understand." He replied, slightly eager at the chance to show off.

"Your outfit is professional, yet cheap judging by the frays on the edges of your skirt. You obviously then were at an interview for a job, most likely a secretary judging by the fact that your nails have signs of chips due to a recently taken long typing test, but until today you haven't succeeded in acquiring the position yet, so you cant afford anything expensive yet.

Yet your purse is new and not mention not even remotely close to what you would choose out. No, it was a subtle gift from your mother who gave it to you in hopes of encouraging you to take a job offer that she likes, probably from a friend of hers. The fact that you used it shows that you are used to this sorta of treatment, showing that your mother's overbearing nature is already the norm for you.

Also, the way you automatically tensed up when you were about to introduce yourself to me clearly shows that you were made fun of as a child, resulting in your stubborn and defensive nature. Yet you seemed comfortable around Mrs. Hudson, so you weren't just any bullied child, you also were rejected by a boy at one point.

Most critically though, your eyeshadow combination was featured recently in a popular woman's magazine in an article about getting a job in a high end office. But what do you smell like though? Ink! Why would you go to a lowly printshop except to to try out for a job?

So, in conclusion, you of all people would be the last type of person to give in to your mother and switch interviews, yet sometime between leaving your house and your interview you changed your mind and got a job as a secretary in a print shop. So then wh-"

*SLAP!*

Staring at Donna with a semi curious semi annoyed look on his face, Sherlock stopped short and lightly touched his red cheek. Meanwhile Donna trembled, took a deep breath, and screamed.

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU STUCK UP %¥$!? GOING AROUND, THINKING THAT ITS FUNNY TO STICK YOUR UGLY NOSE IN OTHERS LIVES,...!

Peeking from the kitchen, Mrs. Hudson smiled as she tidied up the table of old dishes. She had known Sherlock for a good while, and could figure out his expressions decently well now. And the bored amused look he had as he waited for Donna to finish yelling could only mean one thing:

The man was finally in love.

(Meanwhile in Sherlock's head: When will she SHUT UP?! Although I'm being polite so I don't scare her off, I will murder her if she doesn't CLOSE HER DAMN MOUTH!

Poor clueless Mrs. Hudson, I almost feel bad for you... -_-'