Chapter Twenty

"Here she is! The pride and joy of what's left of the Timelords- meaning me- a type 40 time and space machine, straight out of Gallifrey!" The Doctor placed his head on the door, "Hey, baby did you miss me?"

"Oh come on, Doctor, we rode it here this morning." I said rolling my eyes.

"Her, not an it!" The Doctor corrected.

"I'm sorry," John interjected, "But doesn't that box seem a little small for all four of us?"

"I am offended," the Doctor said in a way that made me know he was joking.

"I just… should all four of us go at once? I think it might be a little tight."

I laughed. "Why don't you go inside and see?" I gave John a steady raised eyebrow as he nervously bit his lip.

I smirked, "John, it's perfectly safe." John sighed, opened the door and stepped inside. We waited a few seconds until we heard a muffled yelp. The door swung open and there stood John, is mouth hanging open in a wide O.

"It's bigger!" He screeched, "Bigger on the inside!" I looked at me in wonder, "How is that possible?"

I smiled, "Really, John? I'd expect after fighting the Angels and meeting the Doctor you would have a little more… accepting… mindset."

John laughed madly and put his head in his hands. "Bigger… On the inside… On the inside… Bigger."

The Doctor gave me a look but I just shrugged, "What about you, Holmes? Wanna see our spaceship." Sherlock nodded solemnly but I could see that underneath he was terrified. He really hated not knowing everything.

The Doctor swung the door open and the four of us stomped in. In a matter of milliseconds I was again by the soft orange glow, the homey control panel and familiar walls of the Doctor's TARDIS.

"What's this machine called?" Sherlock asked.

"A TARDIS," The Doctor responded, "It stands for Time And Relative Dimensions In Space."

"So how does it work?" John said as he played with one of the levers.

"Ahh… I wouldn't touch that if I were you," the Doctor said as he swatted John's hand away from the lever, "Last time I had a companion do that we accidentally ended up blowing up Mt. Saint Helen's. Exhilarating experience? Yes. But good for your first trip? No."

John nervously looked at his feet.

"Ah, cheer up, Johnny! Can I all you Johnny? I'm going to call you Johnny. Anyway, Johnny, your mind could not contemplate the energy transformation that goes into making my Baby work, but all you have to know is when I flip-" he pressed a couple of buttons, pulled down on a lever and finally stopped at a blue switch, "-this switch, we'll be in 1891. Sound like a plan, Johnny?"

John nodded and started at the button. "Oh come on!" The Doctor laughed, "Just press it already, I can see you want to."

John gave a small smile that soon turned into a wide grin. He slammed his hand down on the button. The familiar noise of the TARDIS sounded and I could feel us moving from the spot we had just been in.

"I… I think I'm going to be sick." John said, holding his stomach.

"Really?" Sherlock said, raising an eyebrow, "I can't even tell if we moved or not. All I heard was that awful noise-"

"Oi!" The Doctor interjected, "I like the noise the engine makes."

"Whatever," Sherlock rolled his eyes, "So did we move or not?"

"Physically?" The Doctor responded, "No. We are in the exact same place. But… if you do happen to walk out that door, you'll be in the same place… in 1891."