A/N: You can tell it's time to update a story when you look at the number of reviews and wonder why no one has commented on your new chapter, then realize it's because you haven't put it up yet.

Speaking of reviews, I was staring at the number of them and realized that I had 46! My previous record was 16. So, big cheers to all y'all who made that number possible!

paula. a. rushing- I'm so glad you like it! I haven't heard from you in a while, it's nice to see an old username come back on the scene!

SH Ships Sherlock- Yeah, I can see how it might be too fluffy. I'm not sure what to qualify this as, but it definitely isn't fluff.

I have no idea where this chapter came from, actually. I just had a mental image of a Raxicoricofallipitorian market and this...came about. So, um, enjoy?

I guess?

Jack may have been shocked when he saw Mycroft that morning, but that was nothing compared to how he fared inside the TARDIS. He was able to help the Doctor fly the TARDIS and they didn't fall to the ground once. The Doctor gave him 3 jobs and he balanced them without even blinking. Once they were in the Time Vortex, the Doctor caught them up on what was going on. "Sherlock is ready for the cure any time now, all we have to do is get it to him-whoa, easy, old girl-and our problem will be over. Now, remember what will happen when we land?"

Jack rolled his eyes. "We go to the place that is selling the juice, buy it, and leave as fast as we can, since you screwed up with these guys before and we don't know if they'll be forgiving or not."

Mycroft laughed and pulled a zig-zagged lever and the TARDIS stopped shaking altogether. "I have to admit, this is the most fun I've had since I was at Uni and got drunk that one time. Bit of a blur after the second hour of the party, but it was still one of the best times I've ever had, next to this."

Jack briefly took a glance at Mycroft, and saw what had caught him so thoroughly off guard when he saw him the first time: Mycroft was acting like he would have were he born and raised around the turn of the 21st century. He had to admit, Mycroft did an amazing job of hiding it most of the time, but he rather preferred the looser man standing before him to the formal man he had seen all the times before. Mycroft smiled when he saw Jack looking at him. "I'm not kissing you again, if that's what you want."

Jack shook his head. "It's not that. You remind me of…well…me."

Mycroft gave a little snort in response. "Should I be flattered or insulted?"

Jack laughed back. "Maybe a little bit of both, depending on how you see me?"

Mycroft smiled. "I'm not telling you that easily."

By the time the TARDIS landed, the Doctor had been completely forgotten, and Mycroft and Jack were laughing together as they left the TARDIS. Mycroft took one look around and stopped mid-joke at what he saw. It was like an old-fashioned market place, filled with colorful stalls and banners and had everything from shoes that could be for his pinkie to apples the size of his head. He turned to look at Jack. Jack smiled. "First new planet is always the best."

Mycroft nodded and turned back. The Doctor walked out of the TARDIS and patted the two men on the shoulders. "Well, then. Let's find this juice, shall we?"


Finding where the juice was wasn't hard. As it turned out, that apple juice was Raxicoricofallipitorious' main export. The Doctor bought a cellar-full. He claimed that if he did that, there was a higher likelihood of at least one bottle surviving the trip, but based on Mycroft's earlier driving, it was more likely he just wanted some for himself later. They bought the juice and made their way back to the TARDIS. But just as they were putting the last crate inside, someone stopped them from letting the TARDIS take flight. The robot looked distinctly like an Axon in the Doctor's opinion. "Are-you-the-man-who-calls-him-self-the-Doc-tor?"

"Yes, can I help?" He asked, feeling uneasy.

"My-deep-est-ap-ol-o-gies-but-I-am-here-to-place-you-und-er-arr-est-for-the-crime-of-re-bell-i-on-ag-ainst-the-Ra-xic-or-i-co-fall-ip-i-tor-i-an-pre-sid-ent."

Jack and Mycroft looked at the Doctor questioningly. "Ah. That. You see, I think my Raxicoricofallipitorian was a little rusty, so I'm sorry if it came out like that, but you see…"

"You-blew-up-the-pres-i-den-tial-pal-ace-what-you-said-does-not-mat-ter. Ap-ol-o-gies." And the robot took the Doctor by the arm, commanded Jack and Mycroft to follow as well, and walked them to the securest prison they had ever seen. "You-are-to-be-tried-in-one-hour. Good-day."

And they were left in a cell to plot their escape.