A/N: SH Ships Sherlock- I'm so glad you've caught up, and I give you big internet bear hugs for your kind reviews. I looked back at that line in that chapter, and I'm not entirely sure what that's supposed to mean, either. I'm glad you approve of my imagery, and I can't believe that my work could be so good to stun someone! Reading reviews, is like, number one or two on the list of perks for writing these!

...Okay, I'll stop gushing and get on with it. Hopefully, mindless fluff and an interesting interaction between Mycroft and Jack the next chapter!

"John? John…Jaaaawwwwnnnnn!"

"*Sigh*…What is it, Sherlock?" John asked. Sherlock hadn't left him alone since they had left Torchwood together, and he was getting tired of all the questions that really didn't need to be answered. And Sherlock thought others could ask stupid questions…

"Whewe awe we goin'? You nevew said, an' I doubt we can jus' go back home…" Sherlock trailed off.

"That's a very good question, Sherlock. Actually, we're going to a place you told me about once. A bolt hole of sorts you had found. 22 and 23 Lauriston Gardens, two fake houses that still have the front and a few rooms left, but were demolished years ago to make way for the tube."

"An' is it safe? They won't fin' me? I sometimes hide from Mummy and Dad when they fight, but someone always finds me." Sherlock said, slowing his step a bit and reaching up to hold John's hand.

John looked down at his friend. It came as a bit of a surprise his parents used to fight, from what he'd heard when Sherlock and Mycroft thought he wasn't listening to their arguments, their parents got along, but Sherlock could hardly stand to be around them for long, and Mycroft had to bully him into going anywhere with them. But it showed Sherlock's past and present were blending together to make a new reality that he could understand. Hopefully, he could undo that. Hopefully. "I wouldn't worry about that right now, Sherlock. There's no way of knowing, but I will stay with you and try to protect you, even if I die because of it."

Sherlock looked up at him, eyes wide. "You mean it?" he gasped.

"Of course, Sherlock. What, you think I would lie about something like that?"

Sherlock's eyes got even wider. "Woah."

John bent down and picked Sherlock up into a hug. "The Doctor put some things in different bolt holes the other day; he told me some on the way to Torchwood. Let's just hope he considered this one. Here we are."

Sherlock took one look around the inside and promptly said, "Can we have mac 'n cheese fow lunch?"

John laughed. "I'll check to see if we have any, why don't you find a game we can play?"

They wound up having two big bowls of mac 'n cheese and an afternoon of Jenga to look forward to.

The room was silent for a moment after John left, the silence could have been cut with a butter knife it was so thick, or maybe by a group of people with eye drives and guns, the Doctor thought. Then he snickered, and the moment had moved on. Mycroft and Jack turned to glare at the Doctor, thinking he was laughing at them. "Sorry, just remembered something…heh. Heh heh."

"Well, Doctor, when you're done I would appreciate it if you helped to get Sherlock back safely." Mycroft said.

"Oh, as if he'd give Sherlock to you! I'm the resident human who knows so much about aliens. Obviously, he'd be safer with me!" Jack argued.

The Doctor looked between the two helplessly. "I'm not supposed to let you two leave until you can play nice. But at this rate, that's not going to happen, so I have another idea." He dragged the two men by the elbows out into the hallway, out of the building, into an alleyway. "Now, don't get me wrong. In normal circumstances, I would never condone this, EVER. But you two don't exactly constitute normal circumstances." He drew a circle in the alley with chalk. "You two are only fighting right now with words. But this way, you can get rid of the physical tension as well."

Seeing the blank looks on the two men's faces, the Doctor ran a hand over his own face and sighed. "As well as fighting verbally, you two are going to be fighting physically, no holds barred. Winner is the last one standing, whether the other is out of arguments, knocked out, or withdraws. Anyone willing to back down before we start this horrible idea?"

Only silence met him. "Well, then. Let the fight begin." The Doctor sighed.