John eyed the pair warily, giving them each a quick once over before speaking.
"Erm, hello," he greeted them, furrowing his brow. "Can I help you two?" He had dark circles under his eyes and a general air of sadness about him.
"Ah! Yes! In fact, you can! Or better yet, you can allow us to help you." The Doctor grinned.
As John looked at the Doctor suspiciously, Amy could almost hear the wheels turning in the man's head. "May we come in?" The Doctor asked. "The rain." He gestured around vaguely.
"I'm sorry, I… who are you?" John asked.
"Ah. Questions! Questions are good Fantastic! We'll discuss them over tea, yes?" The Doctor said quickly, smiling wide as he pushed past John and into the entry hall. John could have easily stopped him- although he carried a cane, he was at least two times the strength of the tall, lanky man with the bowtie. Instead, he gaped after the Doctor for a few moments before turning to Amy, an exasperated look on his face. She, too, entered the hall, going past John who was still staring between the two in disbelief. "Shall we?" The Doctor grinned, setting a foot on the steps and gripping the railing. Taking his silence as a yes, the Doctor nodded at Amy before bounding up the steps and disappearing into the flat.
"Do you need help up?" Amy asked John who was heavily leaning on his cane.
"No, no, I can manage." He replied vaguely, dismissing her offer with a wave of his hand. "After you, I suppose." He muttered, gesturing up the stairs. Amy gave him an understanding smile, going up the stairs with John close behind. As they reached the landing, a loud clatter came from the kitchen, along with a "whoops!" from the Doctor.
"What the hell are you doing?" John shouted, passing Amy and limping quickly into the kitchen.
"Tea! Making tea! Or, trying to. Dropped the kettle, I'm afraid. It's a bit different from the last time I was here." The Doctor said quickly, filling the kettle with water and setting it on the stove to boil.
"Who are you?" John asked angrily, taking a step towards the Doctor.
"I'm the Doctor and this, here, is Amelia Pond!" The Doctor explained, clasping his hands behind his back and rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.
"The Doctor? Doctor who?" Why are you here?"
"Ah! My favorite question! Well, one of them at least. I remember once when I was-"
"Doctor?" Amy piped up from the doorway. "Can I talk to you? Just for a moment."
"Sure, yes, of course! We've a while till the kettle boils, anyway." The Doctor responded, walking the short steps over to where she was standing. "I'd suggest sitting down, Dr. Watson." He smiled comfortingly, putting a hand on his shoulder for a quick moment before joining Amy in the hallway.
"Doctor, what are we doing here?" Amy hissed, glancing in the living room where John was taking a seat in a large armchair.
"I told you. Favor to a friend! Though he is a bit different than Sherlock described…" The Doctor responded, glancing into the now-empty kitchen "Now listen closely: I need you to stay quiet until I'm done explaining everything. Well, unless I need you to convince him to stay. Also, in case he hits me, which is a possibility." He furrowed his brow, pausing for a second before going past Amy and back into the kitchen. Sighing with slight annoyance, she made her way into the living room where John was seated in his armchair, rubbing his face.
"Are you alright?" She asked tentatively, standing in front of him.
"Yeah. Mhm. Fine." He muttered, keeping his eyes shut. Nodding, Amy sat in the chair opposite him, looking into the kitchen, watching the Doctor bustling around the kitchen, making two cups of tea. "Don't sit there!" he said in a strained tone, notes f panic in his voice. Any jumped up quickly, backing away from the armchair.
"Why? What's wrong with it?" she asked, her eyes wide.
"No…nothing. It's nothing." He said quietly.
"Tea for Dr. Watson and Amelia Pond!" The Doctor announced, entering the room with two steaming mugs. "Dr. Watson," he said, handing the man a mug. "Amy." He handed her a mug as well, gesturing for her to have a seat on the couch across the room. She complied, giving him a look as she went. "Explanations! He said loudly, clapping his hands and standing in front of John. "I suppose you're wondering why we're here. Well, I-"
"Listen, this is nice and all, but I really don't need a therapist, no matter what Harry says," John started, setting his tea on the small table beside him.
"Therapist? No, I'm The Doctor." The Doctor shook his head.
"Oh. Doctor? What sort of doctor, then?" John asked, confusion clouding his features.
"Not important!" Said the Doctor loudly. "I was sent here by a close friend of yours," he paused, locking eyes with John. "Sherlock Holmes."