I'm going to title the chapters because of reasons. :3

The Doctor sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. "Sherlock.."

The lanky man turned to face his partner. "Not good?"

John shook his head. "No. Not good. Not at all." John turned to the ginger that was stuffing his face with the food he had just bought. "You're her boyfriend?"

Ron nodded swallowing.

"You know where she went?"

Ron shook his head biting into a cake slice.

John sighed again and picked up his coat.

"Where are you going?" Sherlock frowned not liking how much attention John was giving this strange girl who told lies of magic.

"To find the girl. It's dangerous for a young woman to be out in London at night alone." John turned and opened the door.

"'F 'Mione oozed ma'ic, oo 'ont 'ind 'er." Ron Said his mouth full of more cake.

Sherlock's frown deepened as the boy who came with the girl ate the food. "That was not English."

Ron swallowed and frowned. "I said, If Hermione used magic, you won't find her."

Sherlock sat in his chair. "But magic is not real. There is no such thing as magic."

Ron walked into the sitting room pointing at Sherlock. "That is what made Hermione leave. That kind of narrow mindedness. Her and I appeared here out of thin air, she fixed your broken tea cup and put the tea back in it without touching it! That was magic! There are so many things-"

The front door opened and the room became silent. Foot steps wear heard from the flat walking up the stairs. The men turned to see Hermione standing in the door way with red rimed eyes.

"I'm sorry I left like that.." She whispered wiping her face.

John gently escorted her inside and closed the door. "Have a set and then when you've calmed, you and I can talk."

Hermione nodded and sniffled sitting down in the chair John offered her. Ron busied himself in the kitchen making the four of them tea. Sherlock pouted as John took care of the girl.

"Thank you." She muttered pulling her bushy hair out of her face.

John sat across from her on the edge of the seat as Ron walked in with cups of tea for the four of them. He handed Hermione the first cup and then went around the room for the other two. Sherlock took the cup then sat it on the floor. Ron stood behind Hermione as she drank her tea and calmed down. John sipped his tea and waited.

Hermione sipped her tea taking deep breaths to calm herself. She could almost strangle the consulting detective for his ignorance but, she knew why she shouldn't. Meddling with time and all that.

"Hermione, tell them why we're here." Ron glared at Sherlock.

Hermione shook her head making Ron frown.

"Why can't you tell us?" John coxed.

"I told you. Time travel. It's sticky."

Sherlock frowned. "Explain."

Hermione sighed waving him away. "You wouldn't believe me." She sneered.

Sherlock stood crunching the tea cup under his foot and stalked off into the kitchen banging things around.

Hermione took her wand out and flicked it at the tea cup fixing it again and refilling it. "Time travel is dangerous. Going from the present to the past is one thing because you know what happened but, still dangerous. But, going from the present to the future, that's risky. Anything could happen."

The clanging in the kitchen stopped and Sherlock poked his head out of the kitchen. "How risky?"

Ron snorted and Hermione waked him. "Being in the future, there are so many uncertain things that could go wrong. Too many things that could go very wrong."

"Like the butterfly effect?" John waved Sherlock back into the room.

Hermione shook her head. "No. Nothing like that. That only works for the past. It's more like changing things that have yet to be written from where Ron and I are from. But," Hermione pointed a finger at Sherlock as he sat. "you're future has been set. And the out come, is not one of pleasure."

"No." Sherlock stood breaking the cup again. Hermione flicked her wand fixing the cup and refilling it then flicked her wand again bring the cup to her to keep it away from more abuse.

"Yes, Sherlock."

"What, are you some kinda.. seer or something?" John frowned.

"No. But-"

"Even if she was-"

"Sherlock," John warned.

"there is no way that I would believe her." Sherlock finished ignoring John.

Hermione sighed starting to loose her temper. "Then don't." She stood and set both tea cups on the table and turned to Ron. "We will take our leave." She turned and took Ron's hand.

"Wait," John stood setting his tea cup down as well. "Stay. Mrs. Hudson can rent out the basement room to you two."

Hermione turned back around frowning. "We came here to help. Not to sit around and watch."

"So you help us. I'll let you know about cases and you can help. Lestrade would love someone cooperative to help."

Sherlock sneered. "No."

"Yes Sherlock. They came to help us so we're going to let them." John glared at his flat mate. "Come on you two. I'll introduce you to Mrs. Hudson and she'll set you up with a room."