So sorry for the long wait! No one seems to want to give me ideas any more. D:
Because it seems to work for other people, and because I forgot to mention about the fruit jar jelly thing, I thought I might add some Jam and Marmalade. Everyone should have a fruit jelly thing in their life.

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"So, now that I've explained-"

"Really, Doctor, I'd hardly call that explaining." Sherlock told him, a look of bizarre amusement on his face.

"Well you understood, didn't you?"

"Only because I'm a genius."

"Oi! Less of the genius thing! Just because you think you're all high and mighty, doesn't mean the rest of us aren't important!" The Doctor told him. He then pointed at John. "See? John is important. Where would you be without him?"

John answered before Sherlock could make something fanciful up. "He'd be dead. First night I met him, I saved his life. And the first time we met you, you saved his life. Not so ordinary now, are we Sherlock?"

The Doctor grinned at John. Oh, he was good! He was very good! Sassy and brave and loyal and positive and determined and sarcastic. Oh, he was really good!

"But… he did explain why you are an earlier Doctor." John said.

"I explained it first-"

"Yes, but weren't really making any sense."

"What? Of course I was making sense."

"Um, no you weren't." John said.

"Would you please stop arguing like girls and look at the bigger pictu-" Sherlock said, before he was interrupted by The Doctor and John each taking a sharp inhale of breath.

"You can't say that." The Doctor said.

"No, because that's offensive to women." John said.

"What? How can-"

Suddenly, an alarm sounded. The noise echoed around the pantry, bouncing off the walls and being reflected into the centre. The trio looked at each other in shock.

"What? Mycroft doesn't have sirens."
"How can that be happening? It's impossible!"
"What turned the alarms on?"
"Is it connected to the police department?"
"Does Mycroft know?"
"Is it an alien?"
"Why have the alarms sounded now, of all times?"
"This is illogical. Doctor, explain it NOW!"

The Doctor shushed the other two, cutting through the babble with a knife, and engulfing them in silence, apart from the wailing sirens that still sounded.

"First of all, can someone turn that bloody noise off?" John shouted.

"Sherlock? Can you make them stop?"

"I'll see what I can do."

Sherlock stood on the large oak table and inspected the siren on the ceiling. It blared and occasionally gave off a dull red glow, probably meant to be a warning but not really doing much. He took some tools out of his pocket and started to fiddle around, attempting to take off the cover and dismantle the thing. But the cover wouldn't come off, and after a few fruitless moments of trying he looked down at the Doctor.

"Can't you use your buzzy thing?"

"My what?"

"The buzzy green lighty up thingy that opens doors and locks."

"My Sonic Screwdriver?"

"Yes, that one."

"My Sonic Screwdriver isn't green."

"Oh. Of course not." Sherlock mumbled something under his breath, something about 'future knowledge' and 'paradox' and 'wrong time zone'.

"Can someone just shut that thing up!?" John shouted from the ground, angry at the grounding alarms.

"Yes John. Doctor, Sonic Screwdriver?" Sherlock said.

"The Change Room, mahogany cabinet, third draw."

"You don't have it with you?" Sherlock asked, puzzled.

"Do you think I would stay handcuffed to this table with an almost empty jar of orange marmalade if I had the Sonic Screwdriver?"

"Wait, you were eating MARMALADE?" John asked.

"mh. Something wrong?"

"Marmalade is disgusting!"

The Doctor looked at John in horror. "How dare you. Who do you think you are?"

"John Hamish Watson of the Saint Bart's Loyal Only Jam Incorporation, formerly known as Splodgee (SBLOJI), divine Jam taster and tester."

"No…."

"Yes."

"You repel me."

Sherlock decided that he had to intervene before this became all-out war.

"What? Really? 'You repel me' is something I would say, honestly, and John, there are only 4 members in SBLOJI, so don't look so superior, really it suits me better. You should both know better that this!"

The Doctor and John looked at their feet in shame.

"Right. Thank you. Now I can go and get the Doctor's Sonic Screwdriver without worrying that you two declare war on each other while I'm gone. John, with me."

"But I-"

"No, you're coming with me."

John realised that nothing was going to convince Sherlock otherwise, so he followed him.

"Come along, John."

"Where are we going?"

"You heard the Doctor, the Change Room."

Sherlock and John left the pantry stealthily, leaving the Doctor still handcuffed to the table. Sherlock and John made a wonderful team. Pity about the clashing ego's, but then, you couldn't have everything. Still, the Doctor knew that his future adventures with the boys from 221B would be fun, and he was looking forward to every second. Because he knew what was coming up. The fall.

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