Meet and Greet (featuring Moriarty)

"Your scones are so bad that they make Daleks explode!" America exclaimed, taking full advantage of the chance to tease his friend. "What the hell do you actually put in those? Poison?"

"No I only put poison in on bad days," England replied. "So, don't piss me off, America."

"Okay, stop right now!" The Doctor announced his frustration incredibly clear. "I can barely think straight with you guys here! We've been walking down the same corridor for over ten minutes! Can you guys just stop?"

It was true, the trio had been wandering the Dalek ship for well over ten minutes and they still hadn't found the main area of the ship; the area where all of the Daleks would have been.

"I don't understand…" The Doctor mused aloud. "Why would they purposefully send a signal to the TARDIS? It just doesn't make any sense. Frigging Dalek morons! I mean, I know they recently got a new leader, but that doesn't mean anything…" He sighed.

"Isn't their new leader that CAM guy?" England spoke up. "I believe his name is Magnussen. He's not a very nice fellow."

"Wait, so a human commands an elite alien fleet? Pretty cool," America commented, his blue eyes twinkling with mirth. "Super cool, actually."

"No, it's not 'super cool,'" the Doctor lectured. "It is most definitely not super cool. Super evil, yes. Super suspicious, yes. But, super cool nu-uh." The Doctor then performed a sassy Z Click, reinforcing his point.

"Oh," the American hung his head low- ashamed that he'd disappointed his Senpai who wasn't really his senpai because England was totally his senpai.

"Don't worry America; it's not your fault that you're stupid." England said in that perfectly condescending tone he possessed.

"Aw, thanks England!" The Doctor and England rolled their eyes, clearly wondering how this lovable dork was the personification of one of the greatest countries in the world.

"I don't get it…" Ron muttered, staring in awe at all of the Daleks that surrounded them.

"There's a surprise," Hermione responded dryly, rolling her eyes.

"Hey!" John interjected; sticking up for Ron, "I don't get it either!"

"And there's a surprise," Sherlock muttered, "Shock of the century."

Magnussen chuckled, these were the people destined to destroy the mighty Dalek fleet? Please. The only two that seemed to actually possess brain cells were Sherlock, of course, and the girl with the bushy hair who Magnussen assumed was Hermione Granger.

"Right!" He announced. "I figure that I should wait for all of you to arrive before I destroy everyone. So," he paused dramatically before getting something from his bag of 'Destroying the World Stuff', "Who's up for a game of Cluedo?"

John groaned, the Golden Trio shrugged and Sherlock victory-danced. "I call Miss Scarlett!"

Magnussen pouted. "But, I wanted to be that one."

Sherlock glared. "I am always Miss Scarlett."

John nodded. "He is always Miss Scarlett."

"Fine!" Magnussen hissed. "I'll be Professor Plum then."

The minor calamity was forgotten as three teenage wizards, the world's only consulting detective, an evil mastermind and John sat down to play Cluedo. The Daleks were starting to regret having CAM as their leader.

"I'm starting to think that there are no Daleks on this ship." The Doctor proclaimed as they entered yet another vacant room. "We haven't seen any here at all."

"We saw the one that blew up; that was a Dalek, right?" England inquired.

"Yes, that was a Dalek," the Doctor agreed. "But if this is a Dalek ship then there should be hundreds of them."

"But, there are hundreds of them!" America spoke up, confused. "When we all went exploring separately, I saw this massive room and there were tons of them! They weren't paying any attention to me though. They were all focused on these people who were playing some kind of board game." America shrugged. "I didn't think it was very important."

"Not very important," the Doctor stated, repeating Alfred's words. "Not very important?" he screeched. "Of course it's important! Now, America, where did you see these Daleks?"

"Just down the corridor," he answered, sheepishly. The Doctor nodded before speeding off, leaving America and England alone in the corridor together.

"I think we should probably follow him," England stated, squinting down the corridor.

America shrugged. "You're probably right," he agreed before beaming his wide, perfect smile. "Let's go then, England!" he yelled, before turning and running after the Doctor. He assumed that England was following him and so he didn't turn around to check.

He should have turned around.

"What are you all doing?" The Doctor questioned, striding into the room and pretending not to be bothered by the intimidating presence of the Daleks. America followed behind and was looking around the room in awe.

"Well, we were playing Cluedo, but now that you're here we'll have to stop. I don't want to be rude to my guests." Magnussen stood and brushed himself off, keeping a watchful eye on the Doctor who was scanning the faces of the array of "guests."

"So, I guess we should all have a mini meet-and-greet session before I obliterate all of you," Magnussen suggested, his tone sounding extremely contradicting with the serious threat that he'd just made.

The others shrugged and they began to introduce themselves; the Doctor went first.

"Well, I'm the Doctor. I'm a 1,196 year old Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey; I'm the last of the Time Lords and I protect planets throughout time and space from evil aliens like this lot." The Doctor gestured to the Daleks and the end of that phrase.

Next was Sherlock. "My name's Sherlock Holmes. I'm the world's only consulting detective and I'm probably the smartest man you'll ever meet," he concluded, looking smug.

"He's also the biggest show-off you'll ever meet," John added, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. Am I the only one stressing out here? He thought, rolling his eyes. When they were done, he'd have a nice cup of tea and maybe he'd get Mrs. Hudson to get him some biscuits.

"I'm John Watson. I solve crimes with this idiot," he stated, pointing at Sherlock. "I'm his blogger." He shrugged, and motioned for someone else to talk.

"I'm Harry. Harry Potter. I'm a wizard, I go to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I'm well known for defeating Lord Voldemort. I'm currently in my sixth year at Hogwarts." The teenager with the glasses who was speaking seemed slightly uncomfortable; as if all of the attention bothered him, which was slightly ridiculous as he's Harry freaking Potter.

"My name's Hermione Granger." The teenage girl with slightly bushy hair spoke clearly and concisely. "I go to the same school as Harry and Ronald. We're in the same year and house. I guess I'm well known for being the brightest witch of my age." She shrugged, as if to show that she wasn't bothered by it, but her tone revealed an sliver of pride.

"I'm Ron," Ron said. "Ron Weasley. I guess I'm well known for putting up with these two." Said two sent the freckled ginger high intensified death glares.

"And I'm America!" America announced, pumping his fist in the air. He noticed the puzzled faces of everyone else in the room and grinned. "Yeah, I am the America because well, I'm just that much of a hero. Nations for the win!" He announced, loudly, causing the other people in the room to cover their ears.

"Right, that's all of the introductions done. Now, my turn, I suppose. I'm sure that most of you have figured it out, but my name is Charles Augustus Magnussen and I'm the new and improved leader of the Dalek Empire. I am burdened with great and glorious purpose. The purpose of stopping the prophecy, which leads me to explaining your obvious capture."

"Whoa wait, wait! I'm sorry but, capture? As in, we have to stay here?" John inquired, looking angrier with every word causing Sherlock to back away from his companion.

Magnussen nodded, undeterred by John's obvious aggression issues. "Yes, that's right."

"Well, that's not happening. No way in hell is that happening," John stated, his face turning redder and his voice becoming louder.

Magnussen sighed, exasperated. "Sherlock, if you could just kiss him or something to shut him up then it would be very much appreciated." Sherlock just glared at Magnussen so powerfully that he quickly changed the subject.

Pushing his glasses further up his nose, Magnussen continued to talk. "The prophecy states that the Doctor, Sherlock Holmes and his Blogger, the Boy Who Lived plus his two companions and the countries of America and England will join forces to defeat the Dalek Empire, so before you could do that I figured that it would be tactical for me to get all of you first."

"I suppose that makes sense," Ron mused. "It's actually not that bad of a plan… Hey!" Hermione had whacked Ron on the head.

"Wait a second!" America announced, causing everyone to turn to him. "You missed out England in the introduction!"

"England?" John asked.

"Yeah, England! You missed out England! See, he's right there-" America paused as he realised that England was definitely not there. "Oh my God. Where's England?"

The Doctor frowned and turned to the nation. "I left him with you!"

"I swear, he was right behind me." America frantically looked around but all he could see where Daleks that appeared to be- dormant?- and no England.

America buried his face in his hands.

"Oh, shit."

"Where the bloody hell am I?"

England was most definitely not impressed. He'd been shoved against his will onto a Dalek ship and then he'd been kidnapped by a stranger who was probably dangerous and he had absolutely no idea where he was! All he knew was that the room- he assumed it was a room as it was completely stationary- was dark and it smelt faintly of burnt scones.

"Okay, I swear on the life of the great Queen Elizabeth the First, if you don't answer me I will not be responsible for my actions," England threatened, trying his best to sound intimidating.

"Oh, I'm so scared. Should I call my mummy?" A sinister voice asked mockingly.

"Who are you?"

The man chuckled. "Now, isn't that the question… Oh, I suppose I'll play nice and tell you. My name's Jim Moriarty and I must say it's a pleasure to meet you England. I've heard so much about you."

At that moment, the light came on and England had to blink due to the harsh light penetrating his eyes. Jim Moriarty was standing beside the doorway and England had to admit that the man knew how to look intimidating, it was just the way that Moriarty carried himself, the calm yet threatening look in his eyes made you aware of just how dangerous the man could be.

Despite himself, England's tsundere mode just wouldn't switch off. "What the hell do you want with me, you bastard?"

Moriarty grinned, and England just knew that it was going to be something horrible. Maybe England had to kill someone, or help to rob a bank or sit through an entire episode of The Kardashians.

"I need you to make scones," Moriarty announced, holding up a pair of pink oven gloves.

Well, that certainly wasn't what England had been expecting.

A/N: So, that's chapter three in the bag of the story that pretty much makes no sense! But, ohmygosh, we're loving writing this fic and we just keep coming up with more ideas for it so expect this to be a loooong ongoing story! We hope you'll stay with us for the ride!

Thanks for reading! :')

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