Sorry, this is only a little chapter. I have been very busy. Ice Cold Killer has had some work, and Blue Rectangle is on a roll. Sorry everyone here. I have also been attempting to write some StarTrek 2009/Sherlock crossover, but it's slow going. I have only seen StarTrek: Into Darkness, and I have only seen it once, but it was cool. I know nothing of StarTrek, so it's not very good. It's mainly to explore the differences between Khan and Sherlock. Unfortunately, you won't be seeing it anytime soon. Sorry. But it's rubbish.

The Doctor waited in the pantry for the boys to return. He waited some more. He waited a lot more. He waited even more. He began to get an itch. He tried to itch it with his free hand. It wasn't really working. It fact, he only made it more itchy, so he stopped. But the itch was still itching. He decided he was going to try to itch it with his cuffed hand. He reached his hand over to his other arm, where the itch was, but his hand stopped just short of it. He tried twisting around, but he couldn't quite reach the itchy bit. He leaned across to the leg of the table that his hand was cuffed to, and tried again. He leaned just a little bit over, and banged his head on the corner of the table. It hurt. A lot. Itch forgotten about, he continued to nurse his offended head with his free hand, and realised just a little too late that that hand was all that was stopping him from falling off the chair he was perched precariously on. He landed on the ground with a thump, and groaned. Only then did he realise that because of his cuffed hand, he couldn't get up again. Or move. He was, for want of a better, less embarrassing word, stuck.

~What seemed like a long while later~

The Doctor finally stood up, and stretched. His whole body ached after being in such an awkward position for such a long time. It was lucky he had found that paperclip on the floor; otherwise he would never have gotten up. He rubbed his wrist where the handcuff had been, and looked up just as Sherlock and John entered the room. Sherlock was holding his Sonic Screwdriver and was wearing a pirate hat, and a fluffy purple boa. John had a red streak in his hair, and was wearing a pink tutu and a luminous safety jacket. His shoes were also covered in red, and he had made a trail of red footprints across the floor. The Doctor realised that Sherlock was also wearing shiny red high-heels.

"What happened?" the Doctor asked.

"Um, we got your Sonic Screwdriver. But it seems that you already got out." John said.

"What happened?" the Doctor asked again.

"Um… Sherlock decided that he wanted to be a pirate." John said, as way of explaining things.

"I, Princess John Watson, have always aspired to be a pirate." Sherlock told them, sticking his nose in the air, and putting his arm to his chest.

"Since when did pirated wear high-heels?" the Doctor asked.

"High-heels, Doctor, are cool. And extremely fashionable. Of course, I wouldn't think you could understand that concept, seeing as you have absolutely no sense of fashion." Sherlock said.

"Are you two… drugged?" the Doctor asked.

"Yes." John said.

"Since when?"

"Since about 5 o'clock today, although that time may be inaccurate." Sherlock explained.

"With what?"

"Absolutely no idea."

The Doctor frowned. He knew Sherlock's past of drug abuse and experimenting, but if there was a drug he didn't know about, then that was worrying.

"So what happened?" the Doctor asked again. "Whatever it was, it took an awful long time."

"Yes. It was… quite unusual, to say the least." John said.

"Yes, it was at that." Sherlock agreed.

Next chapter you see what happened.