Hi. I'm sorry this took ages again; I kinda struggled with this chapter. Please accept my humblest of apologies. Anyway, this is the last one, so I hope you enjoyed it, and thanks for the reviews :)

I should probably mention here that I'm not Steven Moffat, and I don't own anything, except the plot and the aliens…

The group walked even longer, this time following Sherlock's confident lead.
'This way,' he would occasionally murmur, before speeding off round yet another corner, the others struggling to keep up. Although they were very used to running, it was usually running away, rather than chasing after somebody. Eventually they were even further underground than they had been originally; now on the level they had been looking down on not too long before. 'There.' Sherlock pointed to the large centre building, looking very pleased with himself. Amy had to admit, it was rather impressive. They continued determinedly through the city (if you could call it that) as directly as possible, though they still had to take detours around large huts and buildings.

When the five finally arrived at the centre building, they flung open the door to an extra-ordinary sight. Around them stood hundreds, if not, thousands, of the creatures they had seen from the balcony. Visicle, The Doctor had called them. They headed straight to the obvious leader of the people. He was wearing a sort of crimson ceremonial robe, unlike the armour a lot of the others wore. Again, The Doctor stepped up, though admittedly slightly more gingerly than last time.
'Hello,' he grinned. 'I'd like to talk to you about the way you're illegally cloning humans, to try to fix your machine, which is pretty badly broken I'm afraid. You're also cloning Noose, but I don't have a problem with that, since they're a clone race anyway, and it isn't illegal. I'm going to make a deal with you now. If you promise leave now, and go back to your own planet, peacefully, my mate Sherlock and I will fix your cloning contraption. I'm sure it won't take long. Of course, you could completely ignore me, but I'd really rather you didn't do that, because then I will tell the real Shadow Proclamation, and you will be punished severely. I'm sure, however, that you will cooperate on this particularly pressing matter. Blimey, that was a mouthful,' he added, finally taking a breath, the others (apart from Sherlock, of course) still attempting to comprehend all of what he had just said- he did speak unbelievably quickly.
Sherlock nodded in agreement. 'Couldn't have put it better myself.' He said with a small smile.
'Hang on,' Rory interrupted; confused, 'You said that all cloning was illegal!'
'Yeah, well, I lied, didn't I? Besides, I didn't have time to answer lots of stupid questions then, and you wouldn't have understood anyway.' he turned back to the towering alien. 'So, how about it, big fella?'
'We will give you time.' the Visicle boomed. 'Repair it quickly and we will leave.'
'Okie- doke.' the timelord grinned, then beckoned to Sherlock to join him at the console, while Amy, Rory and John stood watching in awe at their quick fingers and even quicker minds.

A few hours later the group were standing outside the TARDIS, which was parked around the corner from 221B, after, of course, a cup of tea at the flat following their hard day.

'I don't suppose there's any point in me trying to persuade you to come with me? Again?' The Doctor tried.

'Absolutely none at all.' Sherlock smiled. The Doctor sighed dramatically before grinning and shaking his head, along with John's hand.

'See you later, John. Keep Sherlock out of trouble!' he spun on his heels and followed the Ponds inside the TARDIS.

'So, where now?'

Wow, The Doctor was a bit OOC there, wasn't he? Maybe Sherlock has a bad influence on him :)

Anyway, that's it! Hope it wasn't a bad ending. It feels like a bad ending. Was it a bad ending? Thanks for the reviews and everything. I'm sorry if it was awful.