~ Commissioned Mission~
"I can finally relax," murmured John as he stepped into the shower. He'd felt icky after having coffee spilt (or, to better put it, thrown) in his hair and face. Hot water had just started to come out of the showerhead when he heard a whooshing sound coming from behind the shower curtain. It couldn't possibly be the plumbing; they'd fixed it last week!
Filled with curiosity, he stuck his head out, and almost immediately regretted it. Coming out of the TARDIS was the Doctor; bow tie, fez, and all. He turned and, realizing that he'd just interrupted John's shower, covered his eyes with his hands.
"Oh, goodness. Sorry about…that. I didn't realize that the TARDIS would bring me here so, uh, I'll just take a quick visit to somewhere else." He fumbled around for the latch to the TARDIS and stepped inside.
At this moment, John realized that his mouth was slowly filling with water. He coughed and spit up what he thought was water and bile. What had just happened? He would have to talk to Sherlock about their crazy commissioner.
The Doctor stuck his head out once more -eyes still covered- and said, "By the way, lovely shade of purple, those towels."
Exasperated, John yelled back through the pounding of water. "They're blue!"
Sherlock was making toast when he heard the swooshing sound that came with the arrival of the TARDIS. He didn't need to look back to know who was standing there.
"Oh. Hello Sherlock. Your boyfriend was in the shower, and I don't think he's too happy about my walking in on him." The Doctor played around with a skull that had been sitting on top of a stack of cookbooks.
Sherlock slowly placed the butter knife on the counter before he could do any damage. "He's not my boyfriend. He goes on dates, in fact. With women."
The Doctor flicked a bag of teeth from a chair at the dining table and sat on the edge. He watched Sherlock prepare the toast for a moment, and then, continuing the conversation, said, " I've kissed my fair share of men. Well, man. Well, ok, Rory."
Sherlock smiled sarcastically. "Oh?"
The Doctor chuckled. "I've been thinking about our little mission, and we should probably start right away. We don't want to find an angry Clara."
"Well, you were late today." Sherlock remarked.
"I'm a Time lord. I'm never late. And I have a TARDIS."
John walked into the room; hair dripping all over the kitchen tiles, and sat at the table. He made a show of not looking at the Doctor.
"Is it always this quiet?" the Doctor asked.
Sherlock shrugged and sat on the counter, tranquilly eating his badly burnt toast.
"We have a door. You don't have to come in via blue telephone box." John motioned to the TARDIS.
The Doctor scrunched up his face as if he'd tasted something bitter. "I'm not a fan of doors. Now walls! Great day for fans of walls." He grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl, took a bite, and then spit it up on the table. "How horrid! Anyways, I think it's a lovely day for exploring, and as my new companions, you are coming with me to find my last companion." He saw John's confused face and tried to summarize best he could:
"Companion joins me, I sometimes lose said companion, and then need brilliant logical mind to find companion." He winked at Sherlock, " Today, we are going to go to the planet Arcateen V. Or Avalon. I know it was one or the other that I visited with Clara. After that, you are free to come back to your lovely..." He looked around the apartment with its bullet-riddled walls, lab equipment, and stacks of papers. "...home."