Well, turns out I accidentally loaded the wrong document, so sorry, I did it at like 11:00 at night, so... yeah. Anyway, this is the actual Part 3. For real.

Sherlock stared at the man, trying to get a read off of him. He was getting a read alright, but nothing that made sense. He dressed like an old professor, but was young, no more than 28. His hands showed that he worked with machinery, but he certainly didn't dress like it. He had obviously made his way through a large amount of military personnel, but didn't have a weapon. Sherlock could see an imprint in his jacket, but it wasn't shaped like any weapon he knew of. And his eyes, they were much older than the man himself. He looked worried, but not irrationally so. Whatever was happening, he knew all about it. And it scared him. Yet, behind the fear was a familiar look. An excitedness, despite, or possibly because of, the danger. That was the same way Sherlock always felt. He leaned back. This might actually be interesting.

"Everybody needs to leave, NOW!"

Mycroft stood up.

"And who are you, exactly?"
"I'm the person who's telling you to LEAVE! NOW! Unless, of course, you all want to die."
"We are in the middle of an important meeting, and you have no authority to-"
"I have saved more lives than you have or ever will, and right now I am trying to save some more! I would suggest you all leave before that ship opens. Trust me, you don't want to meet the drivers."

"Sir, I suggest you l-"

BOOM! The door blows open and Sontarans walk in, in full battle gear and fully armed. Sherlock stares at them, as well as everyone else in the room. Their proportion is like a childs with a huge head. The one in front, most likely the leader, Sherlock thought, took of its helmet. Sherlock choked back a laugh. It looked like an overcooked potato.

"We have been listening in on your conversations. We know you are the leaders of this world. Surrender now or face dishonorable death."

The Prime Minister stood up.

"Now listen here, who do you think you are, just walking into this place and demanding we surrender. The nation of Great Britain did not surrender to the Nazis and we are not going to surrender to a bunch of talking potatoes!"

The Doctor groaned.

"Why, why do humans always say that."
"You have insulted the Sontarans. You must die!"

The leader took shot the Prime Minister, disintegrating him. Everyone gasped, and looked towards the Sontarans, scared. Sherlock looked at them with a look of boredom.

"Never liked him anyway..."

The rest of the 'important people' put up their hands as the Doctor stepped forward.

"Do you really think that you can just take over that easily without going through me first. HA! Sontarans, the greatest fighters in the Universe, but the one thing you're missing is brains. If you have even a spark of intelligence, you will get in your ship and fly away. NOW!"
"You courage is admirable, and for that we shall grant you an honorable death. Or at least honorable for a human."
"A human? I'm the Doctor! You know, the one who just blew up your entire ship."
"The Doctor? Impossible! You were said to have perished, killed by the Silence."
"Oh, I died, but now I'm back! And if you think you can just take over Earth, you are gravely mistaken. I have nothing to lose. I am alone."

A look crossed the leader's face. A look of fear. Then he straightened up and marched up to the Doctor, taking out his gun. The Doctor whipped out his sonic screwdriver and disabled it. He then reversed the teleport signature from the and teleported them back to their escape pod, sealing with a flourish. Looking around, he saw all the humans standing as still as statues.

"Well come on then! RUN!"

Then all hell broke loose. The Doctor kept yelling at everyone to get out as they were streaming past him. He stopped Mycroft.

"I've sealed them in they're ship, but we've only got about 3 hours until they get out. That should give you humans enough time to plan. Now go!"

Mycroft nodded and left. Soon the room was empty. The Doctor finally let out a huge sigh and ran his hand through his hair.

"Well, that went a lot better than I expected. Must be a defective batch."
"H-h-how did you do that? It was incredible!"

The Doctor whipped around to see he was not alone. John, and Sherlock had stayed behind. It was John who had just spoken.

"Why haven't you left? All the humans have gone?"
"You're still here."

The Doctor smiled.

"So I am. I'm the Doctor."
"John. John Watson. And this is-"
"Sherlock Holmes."

Sherlock had just spoken, using his normal tone of voice. John looked shocked, and the Doctor looked slightly startled.

"No you're not, I know Sherlock, and he's... gone. And you are definitely not him."
"One more miracle, John. Just for you."

The Doctor interrupted.

"Sorry, am I missing something? Are you a man or a woman? And what does he mean, you're gone."
"I died, but now I'm back. Just like you, apparently." Sherlock replied, smirking. John continued to sputter, then slapped Sherlock.

"I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!"
"I suppose I deserve that. Obviously I am not, and honestly there are more pressing matters at the moment."

Sherlock turned towards the Doctor.

"I take it you have met these things before?"
"Umm, yeah, they don't really like me. Sorta fair, I suppose, seeing as I'm not particularly fond of them. They're the cause of the ATMOS fiasco."
"That was them?!" John shouted. "I nearly choked to death."

The Doctor nodded, then looked grim.
"I'm worried that they will try something like that again if I don't stop them. I have to get back to my TARDIS. I'll see if I can get a scan on what they're doing."

He turned back to John and Sherlock.

"I am on my own. I could use some help."

Sherlock grinned.

"Finally, something interesting!"

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"H-how, how is this, this isn't, b-but, its bigger, on the, Sherlock, you are seeing this, right? Please tell me I'm not just going insane."

John turned to look at his friend who was observing everything with a critical eye, taking everything in. Surprise was written all over his face, but despite that he was very calm, rather than stuttering in disbelief. The Doctor stood to the side, leaning against the console and smirking.

"Oh, John, and you say I'm narrow minded. Don't you understand what's going on?"
"Quite honestly, no, Sherlock, and I'm fairly sure you don't either, so shut up!"
"Actually, John, If you had just observed, it would be fairly obvious that this is a craft of alien invention, and judging by the disconcerting proportions, the inside in a different dimension. Also, judging by the appearance and title which he gives himself, this man is not from Earth."

The Doctor stood up, beaming.

"Right on all accounts, Mr. Holmes! Brilliant, oh I like you two."
"Just Sherlock, Mr. Holmes sounds like Mycroft."
"Mycroft?" The Doctor looked curious.
"My... brother. He was the one who..."

He smirked.

"Tried to stop you."
"Oh him, didn't like him. He seemed a bit, you know..."
"Pompous?" John added. "Yeah, and he has an incredible god complex."
"Mycroft has always felt the need to control everything, even Mummy. Its rather obnoxious." Sherlock added.

The Doctor cleared his throat.
"Ahem, anyway, the Sontarans. Right. So what are we going to do about them?"

"You don't know? I thought you had a plan!" John yelled.
"No, I stalled, so that I had enough time to create a plan."
"How does that help?! Fantastic, the fate of the world is in the hands of a mad, bowtie wearing idiot WITHOUT a plan!"
"Jeez, you sound like Amy. Are you sure you're not Scottish?"
"Who's Amy?" Sherlock asked, breaking into the argument before it got started. The Doctor froze.
"She is-was a friend." the Doctor whispered.
"Was?"
"She's fine! She's happy, living with her husband in New York." The Doctor said indignantly. The he added, "In 1930."
"Okay, now I know you're insane. In case you haven't noticed, 1930 was 80 years ago!"
"Well, obviously. This is a time machine."
"WHAT?"
"Come on, I'm a bow-tie wearing alien genius, not idiot, with a box that is bigger on the inside-"
"Trans-dimensional" Sherlock put in.
"And a race of clone people that are about to destroy earth. Is a time machine really all that impossible right now?"

John considered it for a moment, then his eyes widened.

"You're an ALIEN?" he asked in disbelief. The Doctor let out an exasperated sigh and turned to Sherlock, letting him explain. The Doctor flopped down into the console chair.

"John, it is fairly obvious. Ignoring the fact that I did just state he was not from Earth-"
"I thought you were joking."
"All this technology is way more advanced than anything the government or military have come up with, I know that for certain, and-"
"Hang on, have you been hacking into Mycroft's account again?"
"I was bored and my gun was in the other room. Anyway that's beside the point. The point is... oh nevermind, this is hopeless." He said with a sigh. "Like trying to teach chemistry to a 5 year old."
"I am not a five year old and if you keep patronizing me I will tell Mycroft what really happened to Bonzi the rabbit."
"It was an experiment. And he deserved it. Besides, it was ages ago I doubt he even remembers-"
"Want to find out?" John asks, holding up his phone. As Sherlock starts to reply the Doctor makes a loud, high pitched squeal with his sonic screwdriver.

"Both of you, the world is about to end, so if you could stop bickering, that would be helpful." the Doctor said. Sherlock stared at his screwdriver.
"What is that?" He asked, eyes shining.
"Oh, this, this is my sonic screwdriver."
"What does it do?"
"Hah, the better question would be what doesn't it do. See this baby, it can do just about anything. Except deadlocks, and wood, still haven't put in a wood setting."
"How does it work?"
"I will tell you if we manage to save the world and you say yes."
"Yes to what?"
"I'll tell you if we save the world." The Doctor said with a smile. Sherlock stared at him, deciding whether or not to pry. He sighed in defeat.

"Very well, Doctor, now if you are so keen on saving this world let's figure out a plan, shall we?"
"Oh, I have a plan."
"But you just said you didn't!" John cried.
"Yes well I hadn't finished talking, had I? Now let's see, what are we up against, a battle fleet of Sontarans, all armed to the teeth, with only one weak spot that will be very difficult to hit without a wall, tennis racket and tennis ball. I have the TARDIS, my sonic, and of course you two. Now, the biggest problem is-" the Doctor was cut off as the TARDIS started shaking, and the central rotor starting moving up and down, and there was a wheezing noise. The Doctor ran to the console, which was sparking, not allowing the Doctor to take control.

"What the hell is happening?!" John yelled.
"I believe we're in flight!" Sherlock replied.
"What?! I didn't sign up for this, I want to go back home. Doctor, TAKE ME HOME!"
"I can't, she won't let me do anything, it's like somethings controlling her!"

With a finale tremor the TARDIS stopped, and the Doctor rolled to his feet, ignoring Sherlock, who was sitting on the ground trying to catch his breath, and John, who was mumbling incoherently. The Doctor ran towards the doors, but before he got a chance to open them, they opened with a bang and a figure walked in.

"Hello, sweetie."

Yep, I brought her in. I have some fun planned for her, heeheehee... Poor John, thats all I'm gonna say.

Shadow out!