It didn't take long for the Doctor to tell Sherlock and Watson where he was from, what he was called, and what the Tardis was. When he was finished, Sherlock paced back and forth, his hands together.

The Doctor looked at Watson, "He does that a lot," Watson explained, looking at his confused boyfriend.

Sherlock suddenly stopped, "NOTHING MAKES SENSE" He got up in the Doctor's face, "I can't say who you are, what type of person who you are! How?" He straightened and look over at Watson, "How is this possible? Aliens? Tardis's? Doctors? I can't deduce at all?" He started to walk back and forth quickly, making Watson look at him oddly, "How, I need answers. ACH!"

Watson knew it was time to step in. He put a hand on Sherlock's shoulder, forcing him to stop, "How about a cup of tea?"

Sherlock looked at Watson and nodded. He gave the Doctor one last glance, and went to the kitchen, calling for Mrs. Hudson.

The Doctor stood up and looked around, examining things in the room. "What a nice yellow smile on your wall. Brings the room together." Watson looked at the smile, and sighed. "So, Sherlock didn't fake his own death? How clever. How did he do that?"

Watson gave the Doctor a sharp look, "It better if that stayed a secret. I don't quiet believe you, and you could just be from the press. They are at us everyday, either for why we are together, or how Sherlock lived. If you are, please leave. I mean, really, can't we have any privacy?"

The doctor shook his head laughing, "No, my fine friend Watson, I am no reporter. I've never fancied a job of making up stories. But I'm a Time Lord-"

"Yes, you told us that already." Watson looked at the Doctor, "Prove to me you are who you say you are."

"Why of course!" The Doctor opened his trench coat, and pulled out what looked like a screwdriver. He clicked a button, and it made the weirdest buzzing sound, the tip lighting up blue. "A sonic screwdriver, the only of it's kind. A beauty isn't it?" Crack started to appear on the wall, and the Doctor's eyes widened. "I thought your ceiling was wooden. I'm so sorry!" He turned off the screwdriver, and put it back in his coat.

Watson was speechless. "How- what-"

"I have it!" Sherlock came in, a cup of tea in his hand. "He was sent here by Moriarty. That bastard! Why can't he ever leave us alone?"

Watson shook his head slowly, and looked up at Sherlock, "Yeah, no, I don't think he's an agent of Moriarty. I think he's telling the truth."

"Why? Watson, I taught you better than that!" Sherlock set down his mug, and started to tap his fingers on Watson's shoulder.

"Would you stop that?" John pulled from Sherlock, and pointed at the ceiling. "Just look."

Sherlock looked up, "Looks like," he gasped, "A crack in time and space! Oh god..."

The Doctor looked up, "What- oh. That's not good, not good at all."

"Moriarty showed us that once, two years ago, remember? He said something about needing to know about it soon." John said, "And the Doctor just put it there by accident... this can't be a coincidence."

"Oh no, if that's there then-" the Doctor started, but stopped as the wall came crashing down. The Doctor dived, pushing John and Sherlock out of the way.

"EX-TERM-I-NATE! EX-TERM-I-NATE!" Something cried from above them.

The Doctor cried in alarm as Sherlock gasped. "The Daleks! It's the bloody Daleks! We have to leave through the window!" The Doctor cried.

"I'm sorry but what?" John said.

"EX-TERM-I-NATE!" A blue Dalek said, pointing a whisk at the Doctor. John grabbed Sherlock's hand, and the the three of them, jumped out of the window.

"What about Mrs. Hudson?" John screamed.

"Don't worry about that!" Sherlock yelled back, "How do we survive the jump?"

"Well, you've done it once!" John yelled.

The three men yelled as they fell to their deaths. Suddenly, right before they hit the pavement, a beam of light hit them, and they froze in the air. The Doctor clapped in joy. "Captain, you've done it again!" He cried

"Why yes I have," a man's voice said from no where. "But you have to get inside before the Daleks get to you." The three men were pulled upward, and into a ship in the sky.

John and Sherlock fell down as they entered, their legs turning to jelly.

"This is too much." Sherlock said, and passed out.

"And that's saying something." John said breathlessly before he too, was subdued to darkness.