A/N: Eh, this chapter doesn't really have a point, aside from some information about the little girl. It may have more of a point later on though. More of a filler really, but I'm surprised at how long it turned out to be for something like this.

"…and what about the honeymoon?" River asked.

"Oh, I don't know." Clara said dreamily. "He could probably take the Doctor's TARDIS and whisk me off somewhere wonderful."

"That sounds like a plan."

River, Clara, the Woman and Annie were walking down the streets of London. It was late afternoon, as Clara had gotten home from work shortly before. They were on their way over to St. John's Church, where Clara could talk to the pastor.

The entire way over there, River had ranted on about how her Doctor was getting married to some queen of England, finally venting her frustration and anger after keeping it inside all day. The Woman had gently reminded her that the Doctor that was getting married was a past incarnation of him, and it technically wasn't her Doctor, to which she felt a bit better about. She didn't necessarily approve of her son marrying some woman she had barely met either, but went along with it anyway, knowing the nature of the Time Lords. They were just moving on to more wedding plans at this point as they walked down the street.

"Here we are!" Clara said, pacing her hands on her hips as she faced a building.

It was a church indeed. Stone walls engraved with stained glass windows, a steeple poking high into the sky. The architecture was that of some past era, looking old and medieval. Two angel statues stood on the gables, looking out over the city with calm faces, their stone features illuminated in the orange light of late afternoon.

"I've been here before." The Woman murmured, tightening her grip on Annie's hand.

River cocked her head as she looked at her. "You have? When?"

"A long time ago."

Clara went up to the wooden door and opened it, the hinges creaking quite loudly. The inside was one large room with ceilings arched high. Pillars of stone rose from the floor to the ceilings, wooden pews lined up next to them. The room was illuminated with the multicolored light of the stained glass windows depicting many biblical figures, casting hues upon the red carpet that went down the middle aisle towards the pulpit at the front. The halls echoed with the chanting of men in some unknown language.

Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti
Beatae Mariae semper Virgini
Beato Michaeli archangelo
Sanctis apostolis omnibus sanctis

As Clara stepped inside, she could swear that she heard a louder voice take up the chanting, but dismissed it as she was interrupted.

"Clara!" An old man hurried from some recess inside the church, dressed in white and red robes, obviously the pastor. He embraced her. "What brings you here in the middle of the week like this?"

"Well, I have some inquires."

"Of course, child."

She turned back to her friends. "I'll be back in a few minutes. That okay with you?"

River shrugged. "Whatever."

As Clara and the man walked off, Annie rubbed her arms, shivering. "It's cold in here."

River looked down at her. "You want to go outside? It's warmer out there."

"Yes please."

She looked at the Woman. "You want to come?'

"No. I'm fine." As River and Annie left, the Woman took a seat in a pew. She was looking at the stained glass window in the front of the church, which depicted more biblical people. She smiled as she looked down in the left corner, which had a little blue box, flying through the air.

Annie looked up at the statues on the church. "Why are the angels crying?"

River peered up at them. "No one knows why." She wasn't about to tell her of the nature of the Weeping Angels. Zygons were enough. Fortunately, there were too many people around for them to even consider moving.

"They seem sad." Annie said in her naivety.

"They should be." River murmured.

Annie wandered over to the stone brick wall that bordered some decorative shrubs and hauled herself up onto the it, taking a seat.

River sat down next to her, and couldn't help but smile as she watched her kick her feet, which hung a good six inches above the pavement. She honestly had no idea where this little girl had come from, other than the fact that the Doctor and the Master had apparently met her in Hyde Park the other day. She had told them that she couldn't remember her last name, so they were stuck with her for now. There had to be some way that the TARDIS could track her parents or something…

She was interrupted from her thoughts as Annie's voice cut through.

"Why were the scary red men chasing me?"

River looked down at her, trying to think of the best way to explain the situation to a five-year-old. "Well… they were coming after you because you talked to those two men the other day in the park."

Annie looked up at her, her blond pigtails fluttering in the breeze. "Is there something wrong with them?"

"No!" River said, if a bit too quickly. "They are perfectly fine. It's just that they have some enemies, and sometimes the scary men think that the best way to get to them is to take a sweet little girl like you."

"Mummy always told me not to talk to strangers."

"You shouldn't." River said. "But I promise that as long as you're with us, we won't let the scary red men come and take you again. We'll get you back to your family eventually."

"Why not now?"

"There's just a lot going on." In truth, the Doctor thought it best to let the girl stay with them until the Zygon thing was cleared up. He didn't want them trying to go after her again, because the outcome could be worse.

She looked up as the door opened, and the Woman and Clara stepped out. She stood up. "Did it go okay?"

Clara gave her a thumbs up, grinning. "Everything's good for Saturday!" Finally, something was going right without the Doctor totally getting in the way!

The group proceeded around the corner as they started the walk back. It was a pleasant day for a walk. The spring weather was warm, but not too hot, and there was a slight breeze, rustling the leaves of the bushes.

Clara looked around, taking in their surroundings as they walked, while River and the Woman talked about Time Lords and best men.

River broke away from their conversation briefly to pint at a different street. "We can take this way and save five minutes. I found it the other day."

"Fine with me." They turned the corner and proceeded down the new street.

Clara looked around as they walked. They passed by a building that had a golden plaque on it that read: Baker Street

She couldn't hold in a giggle. That sounded like the stories of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle that she had read many times over. She was so caught up in her thoughts about the stories that she wasn't looking where she was going, and bumped straight into someone.

She took a step back. "I'm sorry!"

Two men stood in front of her, both ridiculously tall. One of them had black, curly hair and ice blue eyes, dressed in a black trench coat and purple scarf that reminded her of the Doctor. The other man had brown hair and was dressed in a pinstripe suit, and held an umbrella in his hand, which he swung absentmindedly.

"Quite alright dear." Umbrella man said.

Before she knew what was happening, the black-haired man began talking at a million miles an hour.

"This girl is getting married soon. You can tell by the ring." He smiled slightly at her. "Congratulations. You got engaged just recently. I can tell by the polish of the ring."

Clara stared at him. "Uh…" How did he do that? He sounded like he had downed three cans of Monster, the way he was talking.

"Shut up!" The other man hissed. "You can't do this to random people."

"Oh, but these aren't random people." His ice-blue eyes flicked over to the Woman. "At least one of you obviously isn't quite human. I can tell by the pulse in your veins. It seems to be that you would have two hearts."

"Stop talking nonsense!" The other man growled at him. "Not human? You've had too much caffeine!"

He looked at River. "You've been married a while. You look stressed, as is typical with marriage I suppose. You might not be human either, for all I know."

Annie giggled. "He's funny."

"He is." The other man muttered.

The black-haired man glanced at her. "The child is obviously none of yours. No traits match you three whatsoever. Could you be hiding her from something, the way you hold her hand so tightly?"

The other man reached up and smacked him over the head with his umbrella.

"Ow!" Black hair glared at him. "What was that?"

Umbrella man grabbed him by the collar of his trench coat, nodding respectfully to the women. "I apologize for my dear brother. Obviously, he hasn't learned how to behave himself yet." With that, he dragged him down the street, black hair protesting all the way.

The three women stared after them in utter confusion and wonder.

Clara blinked. "How did he…"

"How did he know I wasn't human?" The Woman exclaimed. That was the first time anything like that had ever happened to her.

"Shh!" River hissed. "That's not something you just announce, even if that man just figured it out!"

"You would almost think he's a modern-day Sherlock Holmes." Clara muttered.

"Whatever the case…" River looked around the street warily. "We probably shouldn't be taking this shortcut again."

With that, they sped off down the street, away from the mysterious men.

A/N: I could help myself. xD I don't watch much of Sherlock yet, but I do know that I love the relationship that Sherlock and his older bro have. They make me laugh all the time. Hey, they may even have a point to the story later on!

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