Hey, I'm back, turns out I actually got a couple of followers, which for me is good. Especially since I'm a newbie. Also, I promise River will come in soon. Anyway, here's the next chapter.


As they were driving home, Sherlock was silent. Molly could almost see the gears turning. The car in front of them stopped suddenly, and Molly braked hard. Sherlock broke out of his thoughts and looked at her, obviously annoyed.

"For someone so worried about my health, you might try and not kill me driving!"
"Sorry, sorry, the man in front of me stopped suddenly."
"Really? That's fascinating."

Sarcasm was dripping from his voice. Molly started to get mad, then sighed, knowing there wouldn't be a point. She started to say something when Sherlock's phone rang. He took it out and looked at the screen. Mycroft. Sighing, he answered.

"I'm starting to regret telling you I'm still alive."
"There is no time for bickering. An… interesting situation has arisen in the center of London. I need your help."
"Fine. Send the details to Molly's flat."
"This requires your presence. I'm afraid you will have to alert the world of your existence."
"And here I thought you were concerned for my health. As Molly keeps reminding me, I am injured."
"I have seen your health files, and you are perfectly capable of walking around as long as you don't do anything too strenuous. Now stop hiding like a child and help your country."
"While you may be patriotic, brother, I am not. I will continue to 'hide', as you put it, until I see fit."
"Shame. I had hoped John may have influenced you greater."

Sherlock stiffened at John's name. He would have wanted him to take it…

"Fine."

Mycroft smiled. How well he knew his brother.

"Good. Make your way into town."
"And how am I supposed to do that? The roads are completely blocked."
"Oh, I'm fixing that now."

Mycroft hung up. Up ahead the car in front of them moved forward. It turned at the next light, as did all the cars near them. Soon the road was completely empty. Molly dropped open, gaping. She started to drive towards her flat, but Sherlock stopped her.

"No, Molly. I have to go into town. Mycroft's found me a case."

Molly looked shocked, but turned around and started driving into the center of London.


Molly's car entered the center of London. The streets were empty of normal people and cars. Instead, military vehicles were driving past, and helicopters were flying up above. Molly's eyes widened with every passing car, but Sherlock just looked bored. News vans were also driving past.

"Brilliant. Everyone will know that I'm alive, there goes months of work staying dead."

They finally reached the 'scene of the crime'. A military block had been set up, all around, but the top of a black, smoking sphere was still visible over it. They were expected, and ushered through without a moments notice. Once past the wall, Sherlock could see the entire sphere. It was massive, and looked centuries ahead of current technology. There was massive damage on all the surrounding buildings, as if it had fallen out of the sky, destroying everything as it fell. Sherlock stared at it, eyes wide. Molly didn't know what surprised her more, the craft or the fact that Sherlock was showing emotion. Tearing his eyes off of it Sherlock looked around, then groaned. Standing behind the military personnel were Lestrade, Anderson, and Donovan. Fantastic, the first people he got to meet in months were those who killed him. He grabbed a disguise that he always kept in the back of the car, and hastily put it on. He checked the mirror before he went out. Despite the disguise being put on within a minute, he looked like an entirely different person. Good. He stepped out of the car and walked over to them. Lestrade looked up.
"Hello ma'am. What do you want?"

Sherlock replied in a feminine voice.

"I just wanted to know what you think about all of this. When I was called in, I was expecting something, big, but this..."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. I have absolutely no clue what that thing is or where it came from. or even what I'm doing here. I'm just a Detective Inspector.
"Well, hopefully we'll find out soon. I hate being left in the dark. "

Sherlock pulled his phone out of his purse and checked the time. 12:00.

"Well, I'm going to get some food. I'm starving."

Anderson steps up. He is eyeing Sherlock, completely fooled by the disguise.

"Can I join you? I've been here for a hour."
"Oh, I wouldn't Anderson."

All four look around to see Mycroft walking towards them. Sherlock scowls.

"Not one of your best disguises, brother."
"Well, I was rushed."

Donovan, Lestrade, and Anderson all look shocked to hear a man's voice.

"Hang on, brother? Mycroft, you've only got one brother, and he's ... gone."

Mycroft and Sherlock looked at them with identical expressions, saying 'figure it out'. Lestrade's eyes bulged.

"SHERLOCK!"
"For god's sake keep your voice down."
"But, but you're dead! I saw you body! I saw the report."
"A well faked copy,same with the body."

Anderson finally caught up with the conversation.

"You mean, I was just flirting with, with..."
"The freak, yep." Sally replied.
"Slow as ever Anderson, and Sally, you've gained weight."

Mycroft interrupted before this got out of hand.

"Sherlock, I brought you in on this to consult, not insult."
"Yes, what exactly am I supposed to consult, so far you have shown me nothing of interest."
"Nothing of interest! There's a bloody thing that crashed here from outer space!" Lestrade cried out.
"Yes, but what am I supposed to do about it?"
"Yeah, the freak doesn't even know that the Earth revolves 'round the sun."
"Oh, you'll see. Everyone is meeting in there in 5 you may find something to... deduce."

Mycroft pointed towards a building that had not been destroyed. It was a hospital, and somewhat familiar to Sherlock. Where had he seen it?

"Shall we go in?"

Lestrade's voice broke through Sherlocks thoughts.

"Yes, I suppose."
"Umm, aren't you gonna change?"
"Why would I?"
"You're dressed as a w- you know what, forget it."

They walked towards the hospital. Employees and military personnel filled the hallways. Sherlock heard a commotion down the hall. There was a voice yelling, very familiar.

"Oi, you can't do that! I have a patient! And work! I am a Major, and you have no right to take me away from my PATIENT!"

John was arguing with a someone from the military, who had obviously been trying to get him to move. So thats how he knew the hospital. John works here. Sherlock stepped in.

"Actually, sir, John Watson is needed in the conference room, seeing as he has had some experience in... complicated matters."

The man looked about ready to throw Sherlock out too, then saw Mycroft behind him. He hurriedly let John go and left, moving on to another doctor. John nodded, then turned to Sherlock.

"Thanks for that, Ms... umm what's your name?"
"Semloh. Shirley Semloh."

Sherlock said in a feminine voice, smiling. He wondered if John would understand, once again overestimating his partner.

"Well, Shirley, shall we walk together to the conference room?"

Sherlock looked almost mortified, then smiled. He decided to play along. What was the harm?

"Of course."
"So, from the sound of it you've read my blog..."


As they sat down, Mycroft excused himself, saying that he needed to sit by the Prime Minister. Sherlock then sat down, muttering something under his breath, John sitting next to him. Lestrade, Donovan, and Anderson sat on the other side of John, looking slightly uncomfortable. None of them had gotten along since the fall. Not to mention the fact that he was flirting unknowingly with Sherlock. The Prime Minister stood up, clearing his throat.

"We are all here today because of what lies outsi-"

A man burst through the door, wearing a tweed jacket, suspenders, and a bowtie.

"GET OUT!"