Time for another chapter :) I know I promised longer chapters, and I will, but I wanted to end this one on a cliff hanger. mwahahaha

Chapter Three: The Empty Flat

Sherlock scoffed. "A crack swallowing a city? Impossible."

The Doctor shook his head sadly. "This crack. I'm actually not sure what it will do..." He fiddled with his bow tie nervously. "It could destroy the city, send us to another dimension or back in time, even erase this world from time completely."

"Not dangerous, huh Sherlock?" Molly muttered under her breath.

"Well then which one is this crack going to do?" Sherlock asked impatiently, ignoring Molly's comment. The Doctor smiled.

"Well there's only one way to find out." He ran back into the kitchen and Sherlock followed sulkily, hands shoved deep into his pockets. Amy reached over and grabbed Molly's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"It's ok. We're with the Doctor; he can fix anything." She pulled Molly into the kitchen, but Rory called out, "Will someone please tell me whats going on? Who are these people? Where are we?"

Molly looked back over her shoulder. "I'm Molly," she said with a smile. "And that's Sherlock."

"So this is your guys's flat?"

Molly blushed. "Oh no. This is his... I was just visiting him." Amy elbowed Rory in the side. He coughed.

"Oh. Well sorry about the Tardis crashing here," he said in an attempt to change the subject. Molly looked puzzled. "The Tardis?"

Suddenly a crash came from the kitchen. The three rushed in and sae Sherlock and the Doctor in the middle of an argument. A broken plate laid at the Doctor's feet. "What happened?" Amy cried.

Both men up guiltily, but Sherlock quickly regained his cold exterior. "This pig ate ALL of the jammy dodgers!" The Doctor's face crumpled.

"Molly said I could have some." He lowered his head and scuffed his foot along the floor.

"It's fine, Doctor," Molly said gently, patting his shoulder. She glared at Sherlock. "Right Sherlock?" He rolled his eyes, but before he could reply, a knock came from the door. It swung open and Mrs. Hudson walked in looking worried. "Sherlock, dear, I heard a crash. Is everything alright?" Her eyes travelled from the smashed plate to the Doctor, then to Amy and Rory. Her eyes lit up.

"Ooh Sherlock! Who are you friends?"

Sherlock snorted. "I don't have friends, Mrs. Hudson. Please try to remember that. And we're out of jammy dodgers." He glared at the Doctor. "Would you kindly pick some up from the store?"

"But Sherlock, I was just at the store." Then she looked at the rest of the group. "Don't you dears worry. Sherlock is always like this." Sherlock glared at her. "Mrs. Hudson. Jammy dodgers. Now."

"Oh alright Sherlock," she said with a wave of her hands, and left the flat muttering.

The Doctor jumped over to the crack and started running his finger along it. He pulled something out of his pocket.

"What is that?" Molly asked, pointing to the object he was holding. The doctor looked up.

"Hmm? Oh it's my sonic screwdriver." Without further explanation he scanned the crack with the screwdriver and then pressed his ear up against the wall. "I can hear some faint noises... Not repeated, not chanted. More like a conversation... But words? Mmm... maybe. Could be something else. Possibly waves...?" He stood up. He pointed his sonic screwdriver at the crack and it slowly started to open.

"Oh no, not this again," Amy muttered, covering her face with her hands. Rory put a comforting arm around her shoulder as the rest of the group stood around the Doctor, watching anxiously as it grew wider.

The Doctor tried to block everything out, pulling on all of his will power. As the crack pulled apart, his body likewise felt like it was being ripped in two. He gritted his teeth as it grew bigger and the pain intensified. Sweat began to gather on his brow. With a final bellow of agony, the Doctor was thrown backwards. The crack began to glow a blinding white. The brightness intensified and there was a sharp cracking noise. The light energy exploded, and the crack snapped shut. Sherlock's flat was empty.