"Now Doctor, I have quite a lengthy string of questions for you that I hope you can answer." Sherlock began. The Detective sat back down in his seat, in his thinking position. He interlaced his fingers ever so slightly, and placed the tips of them underneath his chin. John sighed and placed a hand on his forehead, rubbing his temple with his thumb. When Sherlock had questions, things never ended well. Oh he could see it now…. He was probably going to piss this Doctor bloke off along with Rose and then get in a huff over it.

"I'm going to make some tea." Said John, quickly getting up. He needed some tea before Sherlock got started aggravating people. That man… such a handful sometimes.

"Would you like some help with that John?" Rose asked, and he paused. He turned to look at her. She looked at him, eyes looking innocent and wanting to help.

"If you'd like. Come on, kitchen's this way." He replied. She got up from her seat and followed him into the kitchen. Tea sounded good to her right now. Goodness knows she'd need one after the Doctor got going. He could talk for ages, and she knew he was going to drive Sherlock absolutely mad.

Sherlock and the Doctor's eyes followed John and Rose as the two went out of sight into the kitchen talking quietly. Sherlock then turned his attention to the Doctor. The man ran a hand through his interestingly messy drown hair. He flashed the detective a smile, one that wasn't returned by Sherlock. This man was something sure enough.

"Who are you exactly Doctor?" Sherlock inquired. He then breathed in deeply; the Nicotine patch was beginning to take effect.

"Oh, you wouldn't believe me if I told you Sherlock." The Doctor replied shaking his head and grinning.

"I think you underestimate my capabilities of understanding." Sherlock said furrowing his eyebrows. The Doctor laughed and John poked his head through the doorway of the kitchen, surprised the consulting detective hasn't ticked off the Doctor yet.

"It's just if I told you… you'd think I'm completely insane." The Doctor said.

"Doubtful Doctor."

The Doctor sighed, then took a deep breath.

"I am a nine hundred year old Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey located in the Binary Star system of Gridlock within the constellation of Kasterborous at the galactic coordinates ten-zero-eleven-zero-zero by zero-two from galactic zero centre. I am the last of my kind seeing as my planet was lost in the Last Great Time War. I travel along in my TARDIS" He leaned back and knocked on the blue police box "which stands for Time And Relative Dimensions In Space. She, the TARDIS is living after all, is much larger on the inside-very, very large –and it usually surprises people because on the outside she looks like just a police box. That of course is due to the fact that her chameleon circuit broke, but I have to admit that I quite like her looking like this. She's so pretty…" he ran a hand along where two sides of the TARDIS met, whispering "You are absolutely gorgeous, yes you are…" He then turned back to face Sherlock.

"I go around throughout Space and Time usually with a companion- Rose as of now –saving not only this world but most of the universe when threatened in various time periods. Rose and I were going to go to the planet Zorido which is in the Scorpion Nebula- half a universe away from Earth mind you- when the /TARDIS started acting up. She rarely does- well… only sometimes. Actually a good amount of the time. Usually when I need to go somewhere and help someone or reset the balance or something as such – and she landed us here in your flat." The Doctor finished.

John and Rose walked out of the kitchen just in time to hear the Doctor's last sentence, and see the look on Sherlock's face. It was priceless. John wished he had a camera to take a picture of the face Sherlock was making. His face was a complete mixture of pure bewilderment and awe. His mouth was hanging open and his eyebrows raised. He seemed frozen like that- staring wide eyed at the Doctor.

"I'm guessing you told him that you're an alien who travels through time and space in a blue box, yeah?" Rose asked, and handed the Doctor his teacup with the saucer and spoon. John was taking a sip of his own tea when that sentence registered in his brain. He choked on his tea and started coughing. Rose went over to him and patted him on the back, then started rubbing in circles

"You okay mate?" she asked worried.

"No, I am not okay!" John exclaimed, his coughing stopping. "It's no freaking wonder you look that stunned Sherlock! Sherlock?"

Sherlock gingerly gets up off his seat and takes off the nicotine patch. He tosses it in a bin as walks over to the TARDIS. He runs a hand along her exterior as he walks around to the front. The paint is smooth, and relatively new so it feels nice underneath his fingertips. When he gets to the front, he stops- and breathes in deeply, closing his eyes. He then opens them slowly, breathing out. He saw the white panel on it- obviously it had something behind it, but for some reason Sherlock wasn't curious about it -, and the words 'Police Public Call Box' above it. He then reaches out, a fastidious hand landing lightly on the handle to the right. He gently pushes on it, wanting it to open gently.

For a painful moment, it won't let him in- and some of the wonder in his eyes fades. The TARDIS knows that he is not the Doctor, nor is he someone she has ever let in before. He doesn't have a key- otherwise he would have used it- so she doesn't want to let him in. But then, she feels the hope and wonder that he had when he first put a delicate hand on her diminishing into sadness. He was nice and was careful when he put his hands on her. He didn't seem like a threat. He so far treated her with care- as the Doctor did.

Right as he was about to let go of the handle- the TARDIS opened.