Location: London – Outside Scotland Yard
Time: 9:47 AM BST
"Doctor, why are we just standing about?" Amy leaned on the TARDIS consul, making a face at her Raggedy Doctor.
"Waiting!" he flipped a switch and playfully bopped Amy on her nose.
"Waiting…for what, exactly?" Rory shifted his weight uncomfortably. Then there was a knock on the door.
"That, Rory!" The Doctor ran to the door, like a child runs to their Christmas tree on the morning of December 25th, he threw the door open to the faces of a sceptical Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson.
Sherlock knit his eyebrows with a face of concern, "Hmm," he muttered.
The Doctor let a smile crawl across his face, his same old genuine smile of curiosity, "Coming?"
"Not quite." Sherlock stared into the Doctor's eyes.
John glanced over Sherlock's shoulder, and into the TARDIS, "Holy!"
"Impressive, no?" The Doctor smiled, inviting John and Sherlock in. Only John entered.
"It's, Christ, it's bigger on the inside," he exclaimed with a visage of awe, the Doctor mouthed the same words as they left John's tongue.
"Is it?!" he remarked, not quite sarcastically but he was clearly enjoying himself.
Sherlock was harder to read, in Amy's opinion, he looked rather frazzled, but it was only a glint in his eyes that made her certain. Otherwise he was doing a brilliant job of hiding it.
"Blimey, how does it do that?" John looked to the Doctor quizzically. "And how does that paper thing of yours work?"
As the Doctor opened his mouth to describe the science of the TARDIS, Sherlock cut across him, "My brother might know who you are, but as I do not, I will give you a chance to explain yourselves; quickly and plainly. Meet us at Baker Street in a few hours." Then he added with a higher tone of voice, mock happily, "I'd rather like to have a good kip! Come on, John."
John stared once more around the large consul room then turned to follow Sherlock, "Yeah, alright then."
When the boys returned to Baker Street, John slumped in his red armchair and Sherlock fell asleep at the bottom of the steps. For once, and only once, the flat of 221B was quite, and it was rather enjoyable.
Closer to noon, Mrs. Hudson poked Sherlock with the end of a broom, "Sherlock, dear, you alright?"
"Wha-?" Sherlock grumbled.
"Oh you!" Mrs. Hudson pushed past him up the stairs to check on John. "Late night?" she asked him as he groggily opened his eyes to a squint.
"Something like that." John stretched, pulling up his sleeve to check the time on his watch.
Mrs. Hudson descended, calling to both John and Sherlock that she was going out. As she closed the door behind her, the papers on the table blew off and the groaning-wheezing noise of the TARDIS shook the flat as the ship materialized in the middle of the room.
Sherlock took the stairs up, two at a time, and came to a halt next to John. When the noise ceased, The Doctor, Amy and Rory opened the doors to the TARDIS and stepped into the room.
The Doctor looked once around the flat, straightening his bow tie, "Now then." He said, smiling at Sherlock, then John, "Let's talk about angels."
Hello all, I think I've finally got some time on my hands, I'm currently in a school production of The Glass Menagerie, and as a dedicated actor, it's been taking a lot of my free time.