Enjoy guessing? Or was it a bit too obvious? Anyway, here he is...
"Well, I seem to have gotten myself handcuffed to this rather heavy table." The stranger said, gesturing to his handcuffs and the table.
"Who are you?" Sherlock asked, ignoring the stranger's remark.
"Who, me? Oh, I'm nobody."
Sherlock was suddenly standing next to the figure, inched away from his face with that glare in his eyes that John knew so well.
"Tell me."
"John. John Smith."
"Sorry, what?"
"John Smith. Sorry, but do I know you?"
Sherlock suddenly rushed towards the figure, and punched him square in the jaw. John gaped, before returning to his senses and pulling Sherlock away from the man he had just attacked. He then went to tend to the man, who was only just raising his head, grimacing.
The stranger took one look at John, and frowned.
"Blimey! Is that you, John Watson?"
This caught John completely off-guard. He reeled for a moment before managing to confirm the strange man.
"Um... yes."
The stranger's face broke out in a wide grin, which was even visible in the dimness of the kitchen.
"Why hello! Gosh, I haven't seen you in, well, a little over 30 years! How are you? Leg all right?"
"Um… what… how… Sherlock…?" John stumbled, lost for words. How on earth did this man know him? Who was John Smith?
Sherlock cleared his throat, and then looked sternly at the man.
"Oh, yes, nearly forgot! I'm the Doctor."
Johns eyes widened. "The Doctor? As in, the Doctor?"
The man smiled. "The one and only."
"But you looked different. Did you regenerate?"
"No, I didn't actually."
"Well then how did you…?"
"Weeell, it's all a bit… sorta… well I suppose it's a bit… wibeldy-wobildy timey-wimey."
"What?"
Sherlock seemed annoyed at the Doctor response.
"Doctor, could you be a bit less vague?"
"It's complicated."
Sherlock leaned in towards the Doctor, staring him in the eyes.
"Well, it's a good thing I'm clever, then!"
The Doctor sighed.
"Look, if you think you're so clever, why don't you find my Sonic Screwdriver and un-cuff me?"
"Explanation first, Sonic Screwdriver later."
"Sherlock." John said, exasperated after listening to the two geniuses.
"I'm waiting, Doctor."
The Doctor seemed to give up, and decided to tell them.
"Ahh! Fine. Well, when you met me before, I was all bow-ties and floppy hair, wasn't I?"
Both Sherlock and John nodded.
"Yes, well that was my eleventh regeneration. I am currently in my tenth."
"Well then ho-" John started, before he was rudely interrupted.
"Yes, how. Now this is where you need to listen carefully. Sherlock?"
Sherlock nodded.
"You remember how I told you that interacting with your own past was dangerous?"
"Yes."
"Well, it still is. But at certain times, in certain circumstances, interacting with your past or future self is vitally important. I do it on rare occasions, and this occasion is one of them. What happened, is that my eleventh reincarnation, let's call him 'Smithy', travelled back in time to talk to me, which is past him, so now me, and he told me, that is, now me, that future me, but not 'Smithy' future me, would meet you two for the first time. That is my first time, not yours, as you've already met the Doctor, that is, 'Smithy', haven't you. Yes, so him, future me, told present me that I would meet you two, and that I would need to know a bit about you. You know, who's who, looks, personality, do's and don'ts, that sort of thing. He also told me what I needed to do, right now, and what to explain and so forth. Mind you, not much. Foreknowledge itself is dangerous, but too much is catastrophic. Ohh, catastrophic. Now that's a good word. Cat-a-stroph-ic."
"Doctor."
"Ah, yes, anyway. So, he told me about you two, and he also told me, I mean 'Smithy' told me, that I'd need to send myself, my future 'Smithy' self, back in time to my present self, so that I knew what I was going to do right now. He told me that I'd have to tell myself, but my present self, when I am 'Smithy', that when me now becomes 'Smithy', I must go back in time to tell my past self, but my current self, the message, including the bit about telling my past present self when I am my future self that-"
"Right, okay Doctor, that's enough." John said, grimacing as he tried to understand what the Doctor had just told him. It was very confusing, and the way the Doctor said it didn't help. To be honest, the banging he could hear above him didn't help either, but it was mainly the Doctor's fault. He still didn't understand. Sherlock explained it for him in simpler, clearer terms, like he was reading his mind. Heck, maybe he was.
"Basically, the future Doctor will tell his past self about us, what will happen, and also to pass the message on."
"Oh, okay." That made much more sense. He still didn't fully understand it, but it made more sense. Probably.
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