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Sherlock raised an eyebrow at his brother's halfhearted theatrics.
"Clom? How thick do believe me to be? That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up into the air.
"Sherlock, please calm down, we will explain everything in time," I laid my hand on his arm, ignoring the strange chills the seemingly platonic gesture sent marching up my spine.
"Not that we have an awful lot of that," Mycroft reminded, "But anyway, I think it's time we set off, the TARDIS can only bend our limited time so many ways."
"What are you talking about!?" yelled a very disgruntled detective.
"Patience, brother mine, all in good time, now follow me," he instructed, strolling casually out of the room, as if he wasn't just about to show his little brother the alien his secret time machine. We followed a bit slower, just so he wouldn't hear us whispering to each other.
"You know where we're going don't you?" Sherlock accused, leaning over a bit closer than would be considered decent.
"Oh yes."
"Are we going to fess up?"
"We'll be there in a bit Sherlock, you'll see."
"I hate surprises," he scoffed, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his billowing coat. I smiled up at him.
"I know."
-oO0Oo-
Sherlock stared up at the slate gray ceiling of the TARDIS. His kaleidoscope eyes were blown wide with wonder.
"How is this possible?" he asked, his voice breathy.
"Ask the Timelords, you can visit them as soon as I complete my sealed universe jumping remote," Mycroft answered, already flipping switches an pulling levers.
"Hold on to something Sherlock, takeoff landing and flying gets a bit rough," I warned, seizing the railing with my right hand.
"Oh this magic box of infinite interior also happens to fly? My my quite a machine you've got yourself here Myke," Sherlock snarked, masking his evident terror with sarcasm.
"Careful!" the Timelord shouted around the console as he flipped the last switch and the TARDIS jerked into motion.
"AGH!" Sherlock screeched as he was thrown into my side. I lost my grip on the railing, and instead grabbed the lapels of my friends Belstaff. He landed directly on top of me, and the two of us, (prepare for cheesy line stolen straight from every crappy romance movie you've ever watched) locked in each others arms slid across the polished floor of the TARDIS.
We slammed into the cool iron bars a the far end just as Mycroft landed us.
"That was quite amusing," he smirked, towering over our interlocked forms.
"As much as I hate you right now, I probably would have paid to see it," Sherlock snarled, removing his hands from their clamped positions at my waist.
"Right there with you," I agreed, relinquishing my hold on his precious coat.
"Hmm," Mycroft hummed, before opening up the doors to the TARDIS and peering out into what should have, by all means, been a storage room in the Diogenes Club.
"Are we there? Are we at, what was it, Clom?" I called, staggering to my feet and walking over to the door.
"Yes, yes we are..." Mycroft replied distractedly.
"What?" Sherlock exclaimed, "We're at your magical made up planet Clom? Even I know that isn't real."
"It isn't real?" the taller man questioned, "Then how are we here?" He pushed he door open the rest of the way revealing the vast wasteland of the planet.
"Oh God, th-that isn't f-fake... how on Earth did you manage to fabricate such a place? And so quickly? We were only in your box a minute!" Sherlock braced himself against my shoulder, "This can't be real! It can't!"
"It is, so I suggest you get over yourself and follow me to the rendezvous point, there is a certain someone who is planning to help us along our way to retrieve the White-Point Star," Mycroft ordered, stepping briskly out into the squelching mud and gaseous air of Clom.
-oO0Oo-
Soon enough there was a break in the marshy plain. But, naturally, it didn't come until we were all thoroughly coated in bog water and dirt.
"Surely in that box of yours you have some goulashes or anything better suited for trekking like this?" I wondered aloud.
"I do, actually, I just haven't been to Clom in several centuries and, er, miscalculated the atmosphere," Mycroft grumbled, clearly disappointed at having one of his best suits ruined.
"Centuries!? What do you mean centuries!?" the poor detective fretted, his mind already bloated with impossible knowledge.
"Er, it's a time machine, the TARDIS is, an, well, the last time he came was centuries ago for this planet," I covered quickly, catching Mycroft send me a quick, grateful nod. It was too soon to reveal his identity to the gobsmacked detective.
Sherlock only nodded, but his expression did not change.
In what I would guess was an hour, we reached a small encampment. There were three tents and several tarps set up around the area, but I could see no one.
"Here we are, we'll stay here the night, but first, we must meet with our hosts," Mycroft stated.
"Our hosts?" I queried.
"Jenny? Vastra?" he called, cupping his hands around his mouth.
"Doctor?" came the reply of two women slowly emerging from their canvas shelter. One of them was garbed in tight fitting black clothing, the other a long Victorian dress and a black veil covering her face.
"Hello," I greeted shaking each of their hands.
"Why is your face masked?" Sherlock demanded.
"Sherlock, manners," Mycroft admonished.
"It's okay Doctor," the veiled woman insisted, "Curiosity is an enviable trait. I am Madame Vastra," She extended a gloved hand, "Besides, it gets incredibly stuffy under here."
Vastra lifted her veil, exposing her green scaled countenance.
"Oh..." Sherlock opened and closed his mouth like a fish, before passing out.
I just managed to catch his limp body before his hit the muddy ground, but he was heavy for being so thin.
"Here, let me help," the woman who must have been Jenny grabbed his feet and we hauled him towards one of the empty tents.
"What exactly are we doing here?" I grunted, laying him down on a slightly grimy tarp.
Jenny grinned and pushed her ponytail of her shoulder.
"Why we're here to reclaim the Star of course!"