A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE REAL PERSON I'M STEALING THE CHARACTERS FROM, SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE! I felt like an update was in order to celebrate this beautiful, er, celebration. Plus, the suspense must be eating you. With hot sauce.


"An Amethyst." The Doctor made eye contact with John, as if he could see all the questions threatening to boil over. "From the planet called Lassus, and known throughout the universe as excellent fainters."

"W-What?" John shook his head to clear it. "What'll happen to him when he wakes up?" He stammered and went to help pick up the other arm of the unconscious man, seeing the Doctor needed help.

"Hopefully he'll have forgotten us, dismissed us as a part of some silly pre-faint illusion."

"How long till he gets up?" Two voices asked, and both Sherlock's looked at each other, the same dumbfounded expression between them.

The Doctor ignored this, opting to continue answering questions. "Uh... About 4 minutes usually, mind you, last time I met an Amethyst was ages ago, their timing might've improved." He cleared his throat. "Now come on, we've got to get him as far away from the Tardis as we can."

The three men lugged the purple alien out of the still open blue doors and through another steel door, little William following closely behind. Once they passed through yet another door they dropped the body, and John took a look around.

"Meh, typical." The Doctor said nect to him, and even if it was his first encounter, John couldn't help but agree.


Bonus tidbit: Lassus is Latin for "exhausted". Fancy schmancy stuff.