Sherlock crossed the…he looked around…control room, that's what it was. John trailed him and he could hear Mr. and Mrs. Pond behind his friend. They were trying to whisper, but they were doing a poor job of it.

"What does he think he's doing?" Mr. Pond asked.

"I don't know, but he shouldn't be in here without the Doctor," Mrs. Pond replied.

Sherlock rolled his eyes as he stepped up to the console, looking it over. He'd seen the Doctor pilot the ship and he remembered exactly what the Time Lord had done, exactly which buttons and levers. He remembered everything. The problem was, what he needed to know, he hadn't seen. The coordinates that were written on the wall, and the date.

"Should we tell him to leave?" Mr. Pond whispered, nervously.

"Oh, sure. Do you see that look on his face?" Mrs. Pond asked.

They could ask all they wanted to, but he wasn't about to leave. That ship was the quickest way he'd find Rose, maybe his only way, and nothing on Earth was going to stop him from finding her. She was…everything and without her…no, he didn't even want to consider that. There was nothing without her. Nothing.

"Still, I don't think the Doctor would be very happy," Mr. Pond said.

"You want him to leave? After you, husband."

They traveled with the Doctor. They must have seen him use the controls, draw up coordinates, run searches. Sherlock turned to them and they immediately fell silent.

"Do either of you know how to work the console?" he asked.

"How to what?" Mr. Pond asked and Sherlock rolled his eyes. No help there.

He eyed Mrs. Pond.

"Um, no, not really. I mean, I've helped the Doctor fly her a couple times, but I don't have any idea what the levers and buttons do."

"Brilliant," he snapped, sarcastically. "The Doctor and Rose have been kidnapped and I'm left with two idiots."

"Sorry?" Mrs. Pond growled, crossing her arms, something he didn't have time for so he ignored her.

He had to find Rose, find her before something…he pushed the thought aside. He was trying not to lose it, trying not to step over the edge, but every second that slipped by he got closer and closer to doing just that. His rational mind battled with his heart, something he wasn't at all used to. The emotions churning inside of him were enough to drive him mad.

He pulled down a monitor, similar to a computer monitor and turned the dials, trying to figure out how it worked. He needed time to learn the console, but he didn't have time.

"You probably shouldn't mess with anything," Mr. Pond said, a bit nervously.

"Maybe he's right, Sherlock," John said. "All this seems…"

Sherlock turned a withering glare on his friend.

"Seems what?"

"Um…" John stammered under his gaze. "You're a genius, but this…" he gazed around the ship. "…it's alien."

"Your opinion has been noted and dismissed."

He flipped a few levers. Since he knew the sequence that would start the ship, he knew which one to avoid. There was a strange zapping sound behind him. He spun around to find…himself. An exact replica of himself staring back at him. Interesting. He raised his brow.

Mrs. Pond gasped and stepped back with her husband who had jumped back in surprise, almost convulsing. John stared from the Sherlock replica to the original.

"And what, exactly, are you?" the detective asked.

"TARDIS voice visual interface," the Sherlock replica replied, his voice coming out similar to the detective's, but also a bit computerized.

"So, you're the ship?"

"I am a TARDIS," the replica corrected.

"Sorry?" John asked. "You're the ship?"

"I am a type 40 TARDIS, not a ship."

Sherlock raised his brow again.

"And you've taken my image, why?"

"I am programmed to select the image of someone you esteem. Of all the images in my data banks this one best meets the criteria."

He heard John muffling a laugh, but he ignored his friend. The ship obviously disliked him, although the idea of a ship having feelings was enough to make him roll his eyes, but the dislike was mutual.

If this voice interface was indeed the ship then it could help him. Tell him how to find the Doctor and that would help him find Rose.

"Well, at least you've got that right," Sherlock smirked, leaning back on the console and crossing his arms. "Now, how do I find the Doctor?"

"The Doctor is in a building in South London."

The ship already knew where he was? No wasting time then.

"You know where he is?"

"I am the TARDIS, he is the Doctor. I will always know where he is."

"Give me the coordinates," he said, turning around to the console.

He began working the controls, but in the next moment a nasty shock struck his hand. He pulled away from the console and looked up. The replica, hologram, actually, because that's what it had to be, stood on the other side of the console.

"You cannot fly the TARDIS," the replica said.

"Actually, I can," he replied. "I remember precisely-"

"Only the Doctor and River Song can fly the TARDIS."

So, it wouldn't let him fly the TARDIS? Well, if some ship thought it could keep him from flying it then it was wrong. It knew where the Doctor was, which meant it knew where Rose was and he wasn't about to let anything stop him from finding her.

"I can and I-" he grabbed a lever, but the ship gave him another nasty shock.

"Only the Doctor and River Song can fly the TARDIS."

He growled in frustration, slamming his fist into the console, which gave him a sharp jolt this time, stronger than the shock. He crossed the room toward the replica wanting to throttle it, but knowing it was just an image.

"Look, I don't care if you're a ship or a TARDIS or what the hell you are, but I will fly it…you…" he pulled at his hair, half mad with frustration over the ship, worry for Rose, and anger at the meta-crisis or Kovarian or who the hell ever took her. "I will not let her die because of some bloody ship! If I have to I'll take you apart piece by piece!"

"Only the Doctor and River Song can fly the TARDIS," the replica replied making him wish it was flesh and blood so he could toss it out a window.

Sherlock turned around to make good on his threat, but paused as Mrs. Pond approached the replica.

"Um…excuse me," she said. "TARDIS iner-whatsit."

The image turned, facing her.

"TARDIS voice interface."

"Yeah, um, do you know me?"

"You are Amelia Williams, but the Doctor refers to you as Amy Pond."

"And the Doctor trusts me, yeah?"

"Yes. The Doctor trusts Amy Pond."

"I'm also River Song's mum."

"Yes, you are the mother of River Song."

"So, if I asked you to do something would you trust me?" The replica merely stared at her without responding. "Look, the Doctor's in trouble. He's in danger and we need to save him."

"Only the Doctor and River Song can fly the TARDIS," the replica replied and then it vanished with that same zapping sound.

At that moment the TARDIS doors slammed shut. A lever on the console flipped. As Sherlock watched buttons pushed and levers flipped on their own. The Time Rotor began to move and the TARDIS dematerialized.


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