Hey, I'm finally back! Don't worry, it's long. And someone gets slapped! =D Also, I accidently posted Chapter 2 twice, so I edited it, Chapter 3 is an actual chapter now, so read it if you haven't yet!


The Doctor smiled.
"Honey, I'm home!" he said, sweeping her up.
"And what sort of a time do you call this?" she asked, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.
"Sorry, who are you exactly?" Sherlock asked. River stuck out her hand.
"Professor River Song. And you are?"
"Sherlock Holmes."
"Nice to meet you. I assume you're the Doctor's newest companion?"
"Not exactly, someone," Sherlock fixed a glare on the Doctor, "lost control of his ship, and we happened to be in it."

River looked almost bashful. Almost.

"Sorry, that would be me, heard about the Sontaran invasion, thought you could use some help. There was no time to send a message the usual way-"
"What, you mean writing on the oldest cliff in the universe?"
"You don't answer your phone. Anyway, I decided to just bring the TARDIS here myself."
"That's impossible, you can't just pull the TARDIS through the time vortex willy nilly, not even you can do that." the Doctor said.
"Oh, but I did." River said with a grin. The Doctor waited a second, the leaned over and said, "How?"
"Come outside and I'll show you." She said, walking outside. The Doctor followed immediately. Sherlock was about to follow when he heard John trying to stand up. Sherlock helped him up and they went outside.

Outside was a huge lab, full of alien technology. Sherlock noted that it looked abandoned, and judging by the layer of dust it had been that way for years. In the center of the lab was an enormous vat or tube of golden energy, that flowed almost like water. From there a bunch of other tubes filled with the stuff led out across the lab. The Doctor was standing in the middle of the room staring. He turned back to face River.

"What have you done? This is HUON energy!The Timelords got rid of it for a reason! This stuff is dangerous, it nearly killed Donna!"
"No, an evil spider queen nearly killed Donna. If we're careful with it, it might just help us save the world."

The Doctor sighed, knowing better than to argue with her. He turned around to warn Sherlock. Who had already started experimenting with it. And had just tasted some. John was hovering over his shoulder, telling him to stop.

"Sherlock, we don't even know what this stuff is, or where it came from. For all you know it could make you sprout two heads!"
"I highly doubt that John. It would take an incredible solution mixed with radioactivity to cause that, and I have already measured for such."

John sighed, exasperated. "You know what I mean! And besides, it's alien! Who knows what's in it?"
"I have to agree with John, Sherly. This stuff is dangerous. My people got rid of it for a reason." the Doctor said.

Sherlock looked up.
"You're people? And just what species are you? What planet are you from? How many more of you are there? Oh, so many questions, so little time!"
Sherlock got up, getting excited. He walked around the Doctor, studying him. John rolled his eyes. He had forgotten how obnoxious Sherlock could be.
"I am a timelord, from the planet Gallifrey, and... I am the last timelord. There are no more. The rest are gone."
"Gone? How? Wait, don't tell me, you've already said enough. When you answered, your shoulders dropped and you slouched forward slightly. Your face sunk as well. All the signs of depression, despite your overly cheery disposition. That suggest whatever happened, it was a tragedy."

"Sherlock..." John warned.

"As soon as you spoke, you started fiddling with your hands. Whatever happened, your hands were constantly moving. I've seen John do the same thing when he's reminded of the war. So that says what happened, it was war.

"Sherlock, stop it."

"But this war, your people, the timelords, they didn't just lose, everyone lost. How can I tell, trivial. It was in your you named your species, your voice was filled with pride. But not misplaced pride, I know what that sounds like, no, this was true pride. I could also detect an air of importance. An important race then, big, famous. And it would take something colossal to destroy something like that, so another important race. But judging by the technology of that TARDIS, as you call it, there must have been something that prevented the timelords from leaving, but not technology, it's too advanced for that, it was morals. Something urged the timelords to stay, even though they could probably tell that they were losing. A battle of good and evil would do the trick. And I will just make the assumption that since you haven't attempted to harm us, your race was good. If your race disappeared, then the other 'bad' race would have made some sort of mark big enough for even us humans to see, and since there has never been anything of the sort, the other race must have been wiped out as well."

"Sherlock, you've said your piece now stop!" John said.

"One more thing, just one. As you mentioned your race's demise, I noticed a specific emotion cross your face. I've worked with kidnappers and murderers, I know that look very well. It's guilt. Whatever happened-

"Sherlock!"

"It was your fault. You caused the destruction of your race."

"SHERLOCK!" John yelled, breaking him out of his deductive streak. Sherlock saw the Doctor's face, stricken with grief. River walked up to Sherlock and slapped him as hard as she could. John snickered a little. The Doctor let a smile break through his sorrowful mood, then he erupted in laughter. River looked satisfied. The Doctor quieted down, then looked at Sherlock, who was rubbing his face sorely.

"You were right. It was my fault. I had too. Sometimes you have to make an impossible decision." The Doctor said, almost whispering. Sherlock looked at him, surprised.
"I know exactly what you mean." There was a moment of awkward silence, then River broke in.
"Well, I hate to interrupt sweetie, but there is a race of angry cloned potatoes getting ready to destroy the planet."

The Doctor cleared his throat. "Yes, right, well, anyway. Sontarans, nasty race, how is this supposed to help us beat them?" he asked, gesturing to the golden energy.


"Oh, thats your problem, sweetie. Wouldn't be a challenge if I just told you the answer, would it? Now, you, how would you like a tour?" River said, grabbing Sherlock's hand and dragging him deeper into the lab. John stared at River frozen, then ran after them yelling, "Hang on, I'm coming too!"

The Doctor looked at them running off, River in the lead. He shook his head, laughing.


"So, Sherlock Holmes, how did you meet him?" River asked, gesturing in the direction of the Doctor.
"I was asked to consult when those things, Sontarans, crashed here. That Doctor ran into the middle of the top secret and important meeting of this century."
"Sounds like him." River muttered
"Thank god too, it was getting dreadfully boring." Sherlock finished.

"You think aliens, crashing, into the middle of London is boring?! How! God, why am I even surprised, you don't even know the Earth goes 'round the sun," John said, exasperated. "Sorry, he's always like this. Forgot how bloody annoying he is." He said to River, laughing slightly, while taking a tiny step closer to her. Sherlock glanced at him and smirked.

"I wouldn't, John. She's married, happily so, which makes me wonder why she's flirting with me."

River turned to stare at him, mouth open in shock. John's face had turned a stunning shade of red, and had started to sputter in protest. Sherlock cut him off.
"Please, you were so transparent it wasn't even a challenge. Laughing at your own joke, John? Really?" Sherlock shook his head. River looked stunned, then threw her head back laughing.

"Oh, you are a clever one! I can see why my husband liked you, even showed you the TARDIS, that madman."

"TARDIS? Wait, the Doctor? He's your husband?!" John asked. Sherlock rolled his eyes at John.
"Obviously."
"Oi, you, shut up! And stop it with that face!"
"What face?"
"You're we-both-know-what's-going-on-here face."
"I keep telling you, it's my normal face."

"God, you to remind me of this other couple on Rasaledo, never stopped bickering." River said, breaking in.
"Yea- Hang on, what? No, no we are not a couple! No, oh, why does everyone think that? Seriously, no, we're just flatmates."
"Really? Well, good to know." River said with a wink.
"I thought you were married." John said.
"I am, but a girl can have a bit of fun, can't she?" River replied, turning to walk away. John stared at her.

"Bloody hell, and I thought a day with you was insane." John said, facing Sherlock, who was staring off, mind obviously elsewhere.

"Sherlock?" John said, waving a hand in front of his face. Sherlock snapped out of his trance and glared at John.

"Don't patronize me, John." Sherlock said, walking off to follow River. John followed close behind.

"My life is insane. Do normal people have to deal with this? Aliens and spaceships and bloody eyeballs in the fridge. No! My life has been flipped inside-out since the day I walked into that lab with Mike." John muttered to himself. He then walked into Sherlock, who had abruptly stopped.
"Hear that?"
"What?" John strained to hear what Sherlock was referring to, and heard a faint voice.
"I believe the Doctor is calling. RIVER! Your husband wants you us!" Sherlock yelled.


"You're all here! Brilliant! I figured it out! Oh, River you are fantastic! Huon energy! Completely wiped from the universe, except for in the TARDIS! If we can get the TARDIS inside the ship we can streamline all of this energy straight through the TARDIS into the ship! Energy causes the molecules of the ship to destabilize, which in turn causes the ship to implode."
"Well then, what are we waiting for? This is a spaceship, right? Can't you just fly in, flip the switch, and fly back out?" John said, gesturing to the TARDIS.

"Umm.. yeah, slight complication. To feed the energy into their ship, we need to link it directly into the main controls, which might possibly be in the center of the ship." the Doctor said sheepishly. "Then we would have to run fast enough that we wouldn't get caught in the implosion."
"And how exactly are we supposed to do that?!" John asked.
"Oh, don't worry. I have a plan."
"Which would be..."
"No time, tell you when we get there, we really must be going." The Doctor said quickly before running into the TARDIS. River followed him in, Sherlock behind her. John stayed rooted to the spot for a moment, speechless, then entered the TARDIS, head shaking. Inside the doctor was running around the control panel, pushing buttons and flipping levers. He walked around to Sherlock.

"Ah, the wardrobe is down that hallway, 3 right turns, 1 straight, another 2 left turns, and one final hop down the antigrav corridor. Yell if you get lost."
"And why would I need to go to the wardrobe?"
Umm.. Sherlock? You're still dressed as a women."


HAH! You thought I had forgotten! Haha! *cough cough* Anyway... it might be a bit before I post again (longer than usual) since my laptop broke and I'm typing this from a school computer, but my new one should be coming soon!