A/N: kathaka9- Thank you! While I doubt *somewhat* that there are so few fics about this, it's nice to know you like it! There shall be more updates!

Sherlock was quiet for a while after that reveal. At first John thought he was mad at him, but then he started to snore and John realized Sherlock was just too tired after everything to face the room. John smiled and tried to disentangle himself from Sherlock's grip. When he did, Sherlock just immediately switched from snuggling John to sucking his fist, instead. He looked up to see the Doctor staring at him again. They were the only 3 left in the room. "Stop staring at me, Doctor. It's getting reawwy annoying."

"Sorry, sorry, it's just a psychic link that strong is really rare. You can read each other's mind or feel each other's pain. I mean outside of identical twins that kind of connection…and I knew some people who could read each other's thoughts, so it's not strictly impossible before this. Out of curiosity, can you feel each other's emotions? Outside of pain, I mean." John nodded. "Interesting…" the Doctor muttered under his breath.

But John couldn't quite hear him. Sherlock was messing around inside his head and making him sleepy. Sherlock, quit messing around. My brain is not a toy…

The next thing John knew, he was lying on a cobblestone path. "Need a hand?" John looked up and was shocked at what he saw. Sherlock was standing there, his old self, in front of a magnificent medieval castle. John propped himself up on his elbows after finding out he was normal again, too, just drinking in the view. "Sherlock. Where are we?"

Sherlock smiled and pulled John up. "Welcome to my Mind Palace, John."


"It's an interesting place, my Mind Palace. The outward design is always medieval, but the inside is always changing. Sometimes it looks modern, sometimes it looks like it came straight out of Merlin," John mentally added the surprise of Sherlock liking Merlin to his list of Sherlock's odd quirks, along with liking The Hobbit, and Lord of the Rings, John was beginning to notice a pattern, "Once it even looked like Buckingham Palace. I decided to wander around in my bed sheet that day." Both men burst out laughing. When they finally calmed down, John asked, "Why did you bring me here?"

The smile was wiped off of Sherlock's face. "I need a favor."

"I'm listening."

"Well, my transport as you know is extremely compromised…" John's eyes narrowed. "I know. We both took that formula, you clot." Sherlock cleared his throat. "Yes, well, mine is a bit…more so."

"How much more?"

Sherlock grimaced. "I can't get my mouth to move like it should anymore. I…really can't talk that well."

John cracked a smile. "Do you want me to be your mouth?"

Sherlock blushed. "It's not funny!"

John stopped smiling. "No, no, I realize that. I'll help you."

"Thank you. Now, if I'm not mistaken, I think somebody wants us to wake up. You first."

John was ripped from the Mind Palace and placed back into his own body. He cracked one eye open. Mycroft was leaning over him, exasperation written on his face. "Wha' d'you want, Mycroft?"

Mycroft looked down at him and grimaced. "How do you wake up Sherlock? None of the old tricks I know work and we wanted both of your inputs on plans we were about to discuss."

"Hang on." John said. He stood up, grabbed Billy, then chucked him at Sherlock's head. "Mornin' sweepy head."

"Shut up, John."

Mycroft cleared his throat. Sherlock just glared. Mycroft lunged for him and John and carried them to the kitchen. Sherlock crossed his arms in his chair. This is stupid, couldn't it have waited?

You said yourself you can't speak Sherlock. No, it can't.

When you two are done arguing, we really would like to get started. The Doctor interjected. Both boys jumped. The Doctor smiled. "Done now?" Sherlock scowled and huffed. John mumbled something inaudible. "Well, then, let's get started."