"Sherlock, have you figured it out yet?" asked John.
"No, John, it's all in pictures!" shouted Sherlock.
"You can put together an answer for several murders in one day, put you can't put together a damn bookcase!" exclaimed John.
Mrs. Hudson waltzed in irritably, kneeled down by Sherlock, and put together the bookshelf herself. Then she proceeded to file books onto it while Sherlock and John just stared at her.
When she finished, she turned around and promptly said, "Stop shouting at each other." She left. John and Sherlock just stared at each other, extremely confused, and surprised. A strange noise came from outside, John went to the window to investigate and saw the TARDIS sitting on the curb.
Images and words raced through his mind, his head spun and he fell to the floor. Sherlock raced to his side and held him.
"John look at me, are you all right? John!" Sherlock shouted hurriedly. John's eyes fluttered and he looked up at Sherlock.
His eyes suddenly snapped open and he stared at Sherlock for a moment before saying, "Look out the window." Sherlock obliged, and saw the TARDIS. He didn't fall to the floor; he just stared outside with glassy eyes, unresponsive. John shook him until he snapped out of it.
"I remember too," John said happily. Sherlock gathered John into his arms and kept him nestled there, just soaking up the moments they had forgotten. Their room in the TARDIS, The Doctors, The Wordsmith, Logan the dragon, saying goodbye in the flat, and the one thing they remembered. They were gripping hands in their chairs the next day, unaware.
They heard someone come into the flat. They whirled around to see a young woman with very short, dark blonde hair march in.
"Come with me," she demanded.
"You're- you're Ace," stammered John.
"Yes I am, John. I need your help. Well, Sherlock's, but you won't let him leave your sight now that you remember. C'mon!" she exclaimed. They followed her out and into the TARDIS once again.
The size of the space ship never ceased to amaze Sherlock or John. It was like they were reliving an old dream or fantasy, but different. The TARDIS had changed.
"Sherlock? John?" said Eleven.
"What happened to the TARDIS?" asked John.
"Changed the desktop background!" shouted Eleven, "Ace, why are they here?"
"I need Sherlock. You'll understand soon. Now move out of my way, we've got another stop," replied Ace. Eleven rolled his eyes.
"Sorry, did you say Sherlock? Like Sherlock Holmes?" Clara asked.
"Yes, like him. He's from an alternate reality where the books don't exist, but he does. Same for John Watson," replied Ace.
Clara stared at John before saying, "I pictured you different."
"How so?" asked John.
"With a mustache, maybe?" replied Clara. Sherlock cringed.
"Okay?" replied John. But after thinking about it, he decided he'd look great with a mustache.
"I am not kissing you with a mustache," muttered Sherlock to John. John coughed and straightened up, blushing fiercely.
"Next stop!" shouted Ace. She flew the TARDIS and it tumbled and rolled around through the vortex. Ace muttered something to herself and the TARDIS was calm.
"What just happened?" asked Eleven worriedly.
"I just contained the Paradox I'm about to create. It's a bit draining. I'll need some tea or a coke. Or just straight caffeine, that helps as well," replied Ace weakly.
The TARDIS landed and Ace turned to the group and said, "Stay put," and stepped out.
Ten was alone, and rushing about through his TARDIS, pressing buttons, pulling levers when the door flew open and a short girl with short hair stepped in.
"Hello, Doctor," she said. He stared and started to remember. He clutched his head and screamed. Ace just stood, watching. She knew what was coming. He'd remember Rose.
"You," he said gruffly, carefully avoiding her eyes. "Rose…" he said wistfully.
"She's gone isn't she?" asked Ace insensitively.
"Yes she is. You would know."
"Yes I would. Come with me. I need your help. Your Eleventh regeneration is worthless without you."
"He is?"
"A bit. Come along." Ten followed without another word, as a tear slipped from his eyes.
Yay! Chapter Two! If you haven't read "The Paradox" by me first, this won't make sense at all. So if you haven't, go read that. If you have, thanks for coming back for PART TWO! I promise this will be 10000x more epic.