Well, finished Father's Day, but now I realize if Sherlock and Rose's time period are the present same time period, then for Rose to be 19 in 2014/2015 or some approximation thereof...1987 would definitely be too far in the past for her. It would be more like 1997 now, compared to the 2005 series! Oh, well. Times change, let's just call it another paradox here, Simpsons style.
As John and the Doctor set off to secure all of the doors and windows in the church, Pete caught up with them. "Wait a minute!" Pete cried, facing the Doctor. "How did you know my wife's name?"
"We met before." The Doctor said.
"At your wedding." John added. "You might recognize us from there."
Pete shook his head. "No, the way she reacted, she didn't recognize you. And I don't think she would have been friends with you."
"Well, you are right about that." The Doctor grinned.
"Doctor, can you come look at something?" John said, staring out the window. Both the Doctor and Pete came to watch as the car that should have hit Pete appeared and then disappeared, over and over again. "Why is it doing that?" John whispered.
"It's nothing." The Doctor hissed.
"It showed up before. Sherlock and Rose saw it as well when we were driving here, but they wouldn't explain. It nearly hit us in front of the church." Pete said, staring at the vehicle as the other two stared at him, nervous about what he might figure out. Then Pete's eyes widened with a dawning realization. "Rose called me Dad. She called me Dad when we swerved and the car keys, I gave them to her."
"Don't jump to any conclusions." John cautioned. "It's probably nothing."
"Too late." Pete said, rushing out of the room as the Doctor and John groaned, watching the car go round and round again.
"Will that thing never stop?" John whispered.
"Maybe, if we can change things here." The Doctor said.
"Is that even possible with the reapers and the paradox and the missing TARDIS?" John asked.
"I know it'll be hard. But we can at least try for Rose's and for Pete's sake."
"He can live?" John asked.
The Doctor stared at John. "Of course he can. I don't want to break Rose's heart, and Pete is a decent enough ape. Rose and Sherlock were right earlier. I didn't think about Rose, how this was too personal to her. But her emotions do matter and Pete matters as well."
"Well, how are we going to stop this?" John asked.
"I can't stop the reapers from dissolving everything on my own without the TARDIS to fix things up, but maybe we'll find a way." The Doctor said. "The universe might try to destroy us, but Rose deserves a chance to get to know her father. Pete deserves a chance to live as well if we can give it to him."
John smiled. "You really do try to save everyone you can."
"On my good days, on my best days." The Doctor sighed. "Let's hope this is one of them, although I do have my doubts. Come on."
Rose and Sherlock were sitting in the choir section, waiting for the Doctor and John to come back as they observed all of the horrible clothes and hairstyles that everyone was wearing and laughing at them. Suddenly Pete approached and started asking Rose about why she blamed herself, and the car keys, and the way she called him 'dad'. Sherlock was gob-smacked as Pete Tyler, quite correctly but still stunningly, came to the conclusion that Rose was his baby daughter Rose all grown up into a young lady.
"How ever did you come to such a conclusion?" Sherlock managed to say, staring at them. Now he knew how Anderson, Donovan, and other people felt when he deduced something quite correctly without knowing how he figured out the clues. It was all there, true and plain as can be, and yet piecing everything together was a different story. It almost felt like cheating in some ways.
Pete shrugged. "Well, bits and pieces of it came together, I suppose. And you called me Pete Tyler when I don't even remember telling you my last name. You knew who I was, too, when I've never met you. Just like the Doctor knew who Jackie was without ever meeting her, before I mean, when he did meet her in the future. Gosh, this is confusing."
"You're telling me." Sherlock said, shaking his head. "I'm not used to someone else being the detective here."
"That's my dad. He's got a brilliant mind, doesn't he?" Rose grinned at Pete.
"I'm not going to get used to this." Pete said, shaking his head.
"Bet he doesn't have a mind palace." Sherlock muttered to himself.
Rose and Pete wandered off to a side hallway to talk, and without anything else to do, Sherlock followed after them to hear what they had to say. He was curious about how Rose was going to explain any of this, and if Pete might figure out anything on his own, like he did with Rose. Sherlock was antsy and nervous, though, as he wished John and the Doctor would hurry up and finish up so that they could get down to business, if there was anything they could do here.
As the Doctor and John finished up securing the place, the bride Sarah Clarke and the groom Stuart Hoskins came up to the Doctor, worried about what was going on and asking him to help them. The Doctor smiled and reassured them as best he could, ruminating that he couldn't live the sort of life they did, as John glanced around the church.
"You all right?" The Doctor asked John.
"Yes, though the others have sort of vanished." John remarked and sighed. "No Rose, Pete, or Sherlock."
"I'm sure they're around here somewhere. It's a big place. They've probably gone to talk about Rose to Pete. They wouldn't go outside." The Doctor said. "Even they are smart enough to avoid the reapers, though not smart enough to avoid paradoxes."
John glanced at the Doctor and said, "Do you ever regret it, though, traveling like you do across time and space without ever settling down anywhere? Even when you had a planet?"
The Doctor darkened. "Of course I do regret it, every now and again. Nine hundred years is a pretty long time to think, and there have been some black days when I wanted to give it all up and go back to my planet, if they would take me back, even in chains. It's even worse now, but I don't have a choice.
The Doctor faced John. "Sometimes you can't go back. Sometimes you can't give it up. Sometimes your heart or hearts melts with joys or burns with rage or grieves with sorrow, but the universe is large, spectacular, and all of time and space awaits you inside that big blue box. I never wanted to give it up and I couldn't stop traveling, even if I did want to."
John slowly nodded. "That's confusing and conflicting, I suppose, but I guess I understand."
"Tell me the secret to that someday." The Doctor said, crossing his arms. "Uh-oh, here comes Jackie with baby Rose." He remarked, looking up. "Why does she always scare me, even when she's young?"
"Jackie is a formidable lady." John remarked.
"I was talking about the baby." The Doctor added, causing John to laugh.
Pete marveled over who Rose became and time traveling as Sherlock rolled his eyes, but then Pete wanted to know about his future, if he was bald or still had hair. "Why are you so fixated on the hair aspect?" Sherlock asked, interrupting Pete so that Rose wouldn't have to talk. "You should ask if you've gotten glasses or contacts. That's what you should really worry about."
Pete frowned. "Have you met me before in the future? My eyesight is quite clear. I can see fine without those things."
"You, sir, are as blind as a bat and don't know what's right in front of your face." Sherlock insisted. "And no, I did not meet you before in the future. I heard about you, though."
"I told him about you, how wonderful you were." Rose remarked to Pete, glancing at Sherlock to warn him not to say anymore. "You were out of town, that's why you never met him face to face."
"Well, I know my own daughter. I can see her quite clearly, I recognized her even without glasses." Pete said, staring at Rose. "I knew who you were the first time I saw you, even if I didn't recognize you at first. My own daughter."
"And you're my dad." Rose grinned at him.
Pete smiled at her. "How lovely you are, a true Rose." She burst out crying then as Sherlock lowered his head. "What's wrong?" Pete asked them, dismayed.
"Please don't make this worse than it already is." Sherlock whispered to Pete before Mickey and then Jackie interrupted them in a typical fashion. "Hey, Mickey. Don't steal my laptop. I've got my eye on you." The detective remarked to the boy, who stared at him in confusion before running off again.
"Don't frighten him." Jackie said, glaring at the detective. "You big bully."
"That's my brother who will-oh, never mind. It hasn't even been invented yet. Leastways not any of the popular versions that will become my laptop." Sherlock remarked, frowning to himself. "I'm bored. Where's John?" He asked, getting up and leaving the hallway to return to the chapel.
"Strange bloke." Pete muttered to himself before turning back to Rose.
Sherlock glanced over at the Doctor lecturing baby Rose and said, "Some things never change." Then he spotted John and headed over to him. "John, I'm bored. It's been too long since we've talked. How are things with the Doctor and baby Rose?"
John laughed. "He's trying to get an early start, I suppose, but she's too young, can't understand him, and won't listen. Jackie trusted him with the baby, a real shocker there. I even held her once, for a moment, the strangest thing. He wants to save Pete, for Rose's sake and for the man's sake, but I don't know how he can. We saw the car outside the church going round and round again."
"You can't ever be too early." Sherlock sighed. "This isn't going to end well, I already know that. Nothing but tears no matter how hard we try."
"But we can still try. That's the best thing we can do." John whispered, glancing at Sherlock.
"Here comes grown-up Rose. This could be a volatile combination if the two Roses ever met, disastrous, even." Sherlock said as Rose approached the Doctor. "Another time travel paradox."
"I want to have a baby. Or at least I wish we could." John suddenly said as Sherlock stared at him in shock.
"Biologically speaking?" Sherlock asked, confused.
"No! Adoption, unless-never mind." John sighed. "I just thought, for a moment, maybe someday you and I can be fathers and get married in a church like this one. Maybe someday."
"That's a bit soon, is it not?" Sherlock asked. "I mean, how soon would you expect this to happen?"
"I'm not talking about getting married tomorrow or anything like that." John groaned. "I meant in a year or two, maybe, if we can work something out and stay together for that long, even with traveling with the Doctor."
"All right, I will consider that." Sherlock murmured.
"You really will?" John asked, staring at Sherlock in shock.
"I grant that it's a big step, not one to be taken lightly but with a certain amount of respect for what symbolism it holds." Sherlock said. "I don't agree entirely with what symbols might be represented, but yes, I will consider that proposition."
John smiled and laughed. "I can't believe we just-did we just propose to each other?"
"I wouldn't say that. I would consider such a proposal in future." Sherlock said.
"Oh, right, in a year or two." John nodded. "Probably for the best." He still giggled, however, and even Sherlock smirked.
A few feet away from them, the Doctor smiled and hugged Rose, causing Sherlock and John to clap. "Yay! Did you two make up?" Sherlock asked.
"Shut up." Rose said, and suddenly remarked on the warmness emanating from the TARDIS key the Doctor was wearing.
Sherlock and John quickly checked their keys, but were disappointed to discover that only the Doctor's key had this feature. Still, it meant the TARDIS still existed somewhere outside of this paradox and so the Doctor quickly set to work, using the batteries from their mobile phones and one of the 1987 models to recharge the key and bring back his ship. He warned them and everyone else inside the church not to touch the key, hovering in mid-air where the ship's lock would form, or else they might get zapped by its power source.
"I'm sorry for not telling you-" Sherlock started to tell the Doctor when the Time Lord returned.
"Forget about it. And I'm sorry for snapping at you as well." The Doctor said. "I was just having a difficult time."
Sherlock sighed. "Well, at this rate, things should be back to normal soon, although…how different do you think it will be?" Sherlock asked John and the others. "With everything changed?"
Rose shrugged. "Don't know. But maybe it'll work itself out, right? I mean, time is adjustable and flexible enough to shift things around, yeah?"
The Doctor slowly nodded. "You're right about that. One way or another, things will change, but maybe they'll stay the same as well."
"Even with Rose traveling with us?" John asked.
The Doctor didn't answer, however, and they were silent for a moment, wondering if Pete was still alive at the end of all this, would Rose's past be changed drastically enough that she would never travel with the Doctor? Never meet Sherlock and John, and get them involved as well in this time-traveling adventure? Would any of them be able to travel with the Doctor, once the paradox was resolved to a state of normalcy?
"Time travel certainly is complicated, but whatever else happens, I'm glad to have experienced it in some regard." Sherlock remarked and the others nodded, prepared for the possibility of never having met and gotten to know one another in such a way. Rose got up and moved to another part of the room for a bit.
Pete approached Rose soon after and asked her once more what his life had been like with Rose and Jackie, if he had been a good father and husband. Rose lied to him as best she could, but even Pete could tell she wasn't telling him the truth. After Rose walked back towards the Doctor, Sherlock watched, curious as the dawning realization appeared in Pete's eyes that he literally was a dead man.
Pete glared up at Sherlock, aware of his gaze, and said, "That's why you never met me before in the future."
"That's right, Pete." Sherlock nodded. "It changed today."
"You're right, Sherlock, I definitely need glasses." Pete muttered. "I should have seen it before."
Sherlock softened. "Admittedly it is a strange thing to discover."
"Well, today has definitely been the strangest day I've ever known, and the strangest I will ever know at this rate." Pete sighed. "I can't believe it. I always hoped I would live to see so many amazing things, but to die that way on this day, I can't believe it. What will I never know or get to see or do? What will I miss?"
"Pete Tyler, don't regret what you will miss." Sherlock said. "Regret only what remains. I believe that is for the best."
"Thanks." Pete muttered, not cheered up any as he left and Sherlock followed after him.
The TARDIS was becoming more solid, though transparent still, and everyone tensely sat waiting for it, though Jackie kept glaring back at them, suspicious. The Doctor tried to reassure Rose again when Pete interrupted, having figured out the truth of what happened, that he should have died back there. Sherlock was surprised to hear Pete taking responsibility for what happened as he was Rose's dad, the same sort of illogical leap that Pete had taken before.
Perhaps it was the nature of a time travel paradox that strange things happened and strange leaps of faith could be taken, adding to the surrealness, dreamlike existence of this in-between paradoxical world. But then Jackie turned up and Pete failed to convince her that Rose was their baby. Suddenly, before anyone could stop it from happening, Rose was holding her baby self. Oh bollocks, Sherlock realized, things were about to really go downhill.
Suddenly a reaper materialized inside the church, still folded in on itself, yet still menacing with its bright red eyes glowing, glaring at them as if it could see the faults within their souls. Everyone started screaming, the frightened wedding guests rising from their pews and running away from it, as Sherlock's heart pounded. Everything seemed dull, grey, and black as he rushed on down the aisle, urging John ahead of him, while the Doctor shouted at everybody to stand back behind him as he was the oldest living thing here.
"Is that enough to stop it?" Sherlock shouted at him, anger masking his fear.
"No." The Doctor whispered, and Sherlock could see the fear in the Time Lord's eyes, yet the acceptance as well as he faced the Reaper.
Its wings unfurled to reveal the gnawing, gnashing, grinding teeth in the pit of its belly as it launched itself forward and swallowed up the Time Lord whole. He was gone.
Rose, Sherlock, and John in particular stared, stunned and horrified at the empty spot that once contained the last living Time Lord, their friend and traveling companion, the Doctor. There was no hope left. The world seemed darker, colder, and more menacing now as the reaper hovered over everything, threatening to tear apart and destroy the last remnants of humanity and existence. Including John Watson and Rose Tyler. No, he wouldn't lose them, too.
Suddenly Sherlock's eyes narrowed in focus, losing perspective on everything around him, including the reaper, as he fixated only on the TARDIS materializing in front of him, and the key sticking out of its semi-transparent lock. He remembered what the Doctor said would happen to anyone who got close to the TARDIS.
"Good-bye, John." Sherlock said and dashed down the aisle before anyone could stop him. "Hey, Reaper!" Sherlock shouted, madly waving his arms to attract the creature's attention. "Look at me! I'm from the 21st century in 1987! Come and get me." He growled, standing before the TARDIS.
"No, Sherlock!" John shouted, but it was too late. The Reaper launched itself forward, Sherlock closing his eyes as the Reaper swallowed him whole. The creature touched the TARDIS key at the same time and got caught in the materializing field, dissolving itself and the TARDIS at the same time. The key fell.
"No, no, no, Sherlock." John said, dissolving into tears as he sank down onto one of the seats, his head in his hands. He was gone, both Sherlock and the Doctor were gone. John was alone, even with Rose.
Rose crept forward, Pete following her, to pick up the cold TARDIS key off of the ground. Then Rose fell apart as well, blaming herself for everything that happened and crying. Despite what comfort Pete tried to give, they were separate and alone. Pete left them soon after.
John didn't say anything to him or anyone, he couldn't. Though he might have wondered what Pete went to see, he didn't think about that car still going round and round outside. All he could think about was Sherlock in that moment, gone forever. His mind just couldn't wrap around that concept. Gone, dissolved, eaten by a Reaper, what a ghastly concept. All because he tried to save them. Sherlock really was a hero in the end, just like the Doctor.
John wept again as Rose silently mourned the loss of her friends while Pete returned and spoke briefly to the bride Sarah and the groom Stuart before he approached Rose. Then Pete told her what was going on, the truth about the car and his death, what he had suspected all along.
"I'm never going to grow old, never going to get glasses-" Pete choked up and whispered, "Don't regret what might have been, regret what remains."
Pete looked so young, John realized, not that much older than Rose even as he tried to act like her brave father and protect his girl. Jackie came up to them and at last recognized Rose for who she was as Pete and Jackie kissed one last time.
John closed his eyes. Rose got her chance, he realized, to know who her father truly was in the end, a brave, good man. And Pete finally got the chance to live in the end and see what his life really was all about, his daughter and his wife, and the good that he had to offer them. John couldn't stop crying then, thinking about Sherlock and the Doctor as well.
And Rose got another chance to see what her family life might have been, yet John knew that Rose wished for another chance, another choice, another future. Just like John did. For a moment, John couldn't help wondering if there were parallel worlds somewhere out there, where things might have been different. Where the sorrows of this life might have been changed and made better. But he didn't know who to ask or how to find out, and he eventually forgot about that. A distant howl could be heard, stretching across universes.
Rose solemnly handed the vase, an urn now, to Pete and he thanked her for saving him one last time before he ran out of the church. John sat in his seat, closing his eyes as he wished that Pete didn't have to go as well.
They sacrificed themselves, the Doctor and Sherlock, all because Pete wouldn't have to die, but now what was the point? If Pete was gone, there was nothing left. Sherlock would not have stood for that. John tried to get up to stop Pete from leaving, from dying, but his heart wasn't in it now. What was the point?
Rose, however, followed after her father and saw him outside, frightened as he faced the reapers. But he avoided them as he saw the car coming his way and ran out right in front of it, a brave man to the last. "Good-bye." Rose whispered in reply to his unheard speech as the car hit him. All of the reapers vanished then as Rose closed her eyes.
"John?" Inside the church, he heard a voice, soft and quiet, but he didn't quite believe what he heard, saw, or felt as Sherlock wrapped his arms around him and hugged him tight. "It's me."
"You're dead." John whispered. "The reaper got you and the Doctor, too. You're dead."
"Not quite. Did Pete go outside?" Sherlock whispered.
"Yes, he did. He got-oh. Did that change everything, back to the way it was?" John whispered, looking at Sherlock closely now, drinking everything in.
Sherlock slowly nodded. "I think so. I'm alive. And the Doctor's over there." Sherlock pointed towards the church door. "The reapers are gone now as well."
John twisted his head round and saw that was true, with everyone else gathered just inside and outside the church doors as well. "Oh. That did change everything. Have they forgotten, do you suppose?"
Sherlock nodded. "I do believe so."
"What about you? What happened to you?" John nervously asked. "Do you remember?"
Sherlock shuddered. "I don't really want to talk about it. Nothing much that I can recall. One minute the reaper is coming at me, I'm standing there, closing my eyes-boom. Nothing until just now when I was standing over there, back where I was before I died, I suppose. Then I saw you crying."
John hiccupped and weakly smiled. "Don't think about it. I'm glad to see you again." He managed to say.
"Me, too," Sherlock said, hugging and kissing John again.
"Come on, boys." The Doctor said at the church door, turning around to face them. "We've got to go."
Sherlock and John quickly got up and rushed out of the church, both a little unsteady, but glad to leave that solemn, morbid façade aside. They joined the Doctor outside, nodding to each other, and walked down the steps towards Rose. She was sitting in the street, cradling her father, smiling weakly at him with tears in her eyes as he died.
At last, she looked up at the Doctor, John, and Sherlock and soon left behind her father's body for the past to reclaim him again. They joined hands and walked back to the TARDIS, thinking of everything that had happened and nothing at all. They dematerialized into the Time Vortex and then stopped as the Doctor just allowed the TARDIS to hover there in between no time and place while they quietly mourned and grieved for what had happened.
It took a while for Sherlock and the others to recover from what had happened. But as soon as he was able, and found a new battery for his mobile, Sherlock called his brother. "To what do I owe this pleasure, brother mine?" Mycroft asked. "You hardly ever call."
"I've been trying to contact you for a few weeks now." Sherlock managed to say, annoyed. "I had some trouble getting hold of you. Anthea said you were busy numerous times."
"Bit of a tight schedule, I'm afraid." Mycroft said. "I had some free time once or twice, but not for very long. Is something wrong?"
"Fear. I've experienced it." Sherlock said.
"Ah, I take it things have gone badly on your trips with the Doctor. You knew what you were getting into there, what the dangers were." Mycroft said.
"I know, but it's gotten progressively worse at times." Sherlock said. "I went to Utah, not long ago, and in an underground bunker, met a Dalek. It damn well nearly killed me and Rose, but it went haywire and stopped."
"Close call, but you survived." Mycroft said.
"I've had too many close calls in the past few weeks, including nearly freezing to death with John." Sherlock inhaled and then told him, "And then several hours ago I actually did die. Literally died, no resuscitation or revitalization possible. I was eaten by a reaper, a monster. Luckily, we were trapped in a paradox at the time, so when it resolved itself, I lived again, brought back to existence. You don't how unsettling that is, to die and be alive like nothing happened." Sherlock added. "John was grieving for me."
"I see, that is upsetting news." Mycroft said. "Be thankful you were in such a situation, though. I would hate for you to lose your chance at life without coming back from the brink. I can tell, though, that you are thinking about coming back, here at least."
Sherlock sighed. "I'm not sure. Part of me loves traveling with the Doctor, John, and Rose in this manner. Yet part of me hates and loathes it as well whenever we are in desperate straits and it even gets boring. I admit it has been difficult at times, not just the dying and near death experiences. Sometimes there have been rough patches between me and the Doctor, even with John and Rose involved."
"Ah, the course of true love never did run smooth." Mycroft quoted.
"Yes, it has been quite bumpy. It isn't always easy, even without the threat of death in the air." Sherlock remarked. "Yet I believe things have gotten better between us. The rough corners and edges have been smoothed, and the Doctor is friendlier and more agreeable than he has been in the past. John and I have reached an agreement of sorts for what might happen in a year's time. Perhaps there is a chance we can mend ourselves and continue on like nothing has ever gone wrong."
"I wish you all luck and success in your endeavors." Mycroft said. "I believe, Sherlock, that despite all the trials and tribulations you and John have suffered in these last few weeks, in the end, your hearts both lie in continuing to travel with the Doctor."
"You might be right about that, but it's still not easy. Part of me wants to return, but I suppose we'll continue. How is the flat and Mrs. Hudson?" Sherlock asked.
"Both fine and paid off handsomely." Mycroft said.
"Good. Did you ever find out anything about Moriarty?" Sherlock asked.
"No, I never did. Never had the time or inclination." Mycroft said.
"You really should try to find out something more about him, her, or it." Sherlock said. "I believe it's the key to this whole thing."
"All right, fine, I will." Mycroft said.
"How is Harriet Jones?" Sherlock asked.
"Doing well in the polls." Mycroft was grinning.
"Right, good luck and congratulations with that. What about you and Lestrade?" Sherlock asked.
"I haven't really had the chance to get to know him better. Busy." Mycroft remarked.
"That's your excuse for everything. Don't let him slip away." Sherlock said. "I think he might be good for you."
"You're not our mother." Mycroft remarked.
Sherlock shuddered. "Don't bring mother up. How are our parents?"
"Doing fine, last I heard. They wish to see you." Mycroft said.
"Another reason why I can't go back yet." Sherlock said, causing Mycroft to laugh. "And Molly? What about Jackie and Mickey?"
"They're all fine, Sherlock, don't worry." Mycroft said. "And I'm fine as well, in case you are wondering. I assume you and John are otherwise fine?"
"Yes. I suppose that's all for now. Good-bye." Sherlock said, hanging up his mobile.
He frowned to himself as he reviewed his whole conversation with Mycroft, wondering if…no. There was nothing wrong there. It might have seemed strange, but Mycroft himself was strange, and perhaps Sherlock's recent disturbance had clouded his perceptions as well. Yes, that was it, he had not fully recovered yet. Perhaps when things were better, he would talk to Mycroft again and get to the bottom of his unsettling thoughts.
Back in his present time in his office, Mycroft's hands trembled until he clenched them tight, sweating. He reached up to rub his forehead, an ache settling into his bones as he desired-no, he must not call Sherlock back. He must not warn him. His clammy hands trembled as he reached out to grab the phone, and fumbled as he dialed, anxiously waiting as he heard the ring and then the answer on the other side.
"Yes? What is it?" The voice said.
Mycroft heaved in a breath. "Master? Mycroft here. Sherlock called."
"What did he have to say?" The Master asked.
"He wanted to leave the Doctor, but I encouraged him to stay." Mycroft said, struggling to breathe, think, and speak in that moment as he fought against himself.
"Good, all for the best." The Master said, grinning.
Dum-dum-dum! Had to stick Mycroft and the Master in there for the continuing arc that I intend to maintain for...gosh, the duration. Stay tuned, when I return, I'm going to rope in Captain Jack Harkness into the crowded TARDIS! Yay! (I would like your opinions, by the way-should I continue to use this 'Sherlock, John, and the Doctor' for all series/seasons, or should I do sequel stories for the other seasons/series? This could drag on for awhile.)