The chapters will probably be a bit short... till they get longer. Does that make sense?

If the back and forth between settings is a bit hard to comprehend, lemme know!

Anywho, I said I had more, here's more!

Meanwhile, back at 221b Baker Street, the Doctor was rambling on about quantum physics and arterial tears in the fabric of space and time and temporary memory displacement.

"What are you going on about Sherlock? You're really not making any sense, which you never do, but this time! Wow! It really takes the cake. What do you mean you're a thousand year old Time Lord from another planet? Is this another one of your experiments to make me believe in aliens again? Cause it's not working! You didn't really think this one all the way through, why on Earth would an alien race call themselves Time Lords?! It's silly."

"Oi, it's not silly! We maintained all of time and space!"

"Right. Next you're gonna' tell me you have a time machine."

"Well how else would we maintain it, John!" The Doctor halted and thought things through, he was talking to a fictional character, "Right, you're John Watson, Doctor John Watson. And I'm Sherlock Holmes, famous consulting detective." John rolled his eyes.

"I wouldn't say famous, but well known, yeah."

"So I'm in an alternate universe where you're real! But which one! Oh! Are there zeppelins in the sky?" He rushed to the window but was disappointed to find none, "Awe. This is useless! I'm never going to figure this out!"

"You'll get it. Just retreat to your mind palace. Think it through."

"You keep saying mind palace. What is that?"

"It's where you store your memories? I don't know, it's your mind palace!" John said, exasperated. This really was an abnormal way for Sherlock to be acting. It made him feel uneasy. Just then a phone rang.

"John, can you get that please?"

"There's the Sherlock I know. Lazy bugger." John stood, walking to the taller man and reached into his shirt pocket, "What number is that?"

The Doctor snatched the phone, "The TARDIS!"

"The what now?" John asked as the thin detective held the phone to his ear.

"Hello! Ponds! Is it you!?"

"No, they're here though. First thing's first, Doctor... Why are you in my body?"

"Interesting! Sherlock Holmes, asking why, because you're intelligent enough to have figured out the how!"

"Of course, it's simple really. A temporal shift caused you to break through into my universe, causing our minds to shift into one another as well. Obviously your TARDIS was punishing you. She doesn't like alternate universes."

"Is that what she said?" He asked, missing his TARDIS already.

"It's what she... Hummed." The unsure tone Sherlock used alarmed River.

"It's not you in there, that's strange." River walked toward the person that looked like her Doctor, but most certainly wasn't, cognitively speaking.

"No, I'm not your Doctor." He said, taking a step back, seemingly afraid of River's touch.

"So who's in there then and what have you done with the Doctor?" Amy asked, crossing her arms. Sherlock found her impressively dominant.

"The name's Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective."

"Right and I'm Elizabeth Bennet." Amy responded, obviously not amused.

"No need to be snide, I'm just telling you my name... If you don't believe me, ask me... Well not me, your Doctor, me. He's inside me... Wait..." Sherlock stumbled around his words, Amy cut him off by grabbing the phone from his hands.

"Doctor?!" She shouted.

"Yes, Amy! It's me, I'm here. Well I'm here as in London, obviously. I'm not there." He shouted into his phone, John still staring, perplexed.

"Who's Amy?" He asked, trying to get closer to the detective to hear the conversation.

"Who is that Doctor? It doesn't sound like you, and who's is that other voice? Are you in danger?"

"No of course not, I'm fine. This is Sherlock's voice I'm guessing and it's just John Watson."

"John Wa- As in Doctor John Watson?"

"John!" Sherlock shouted reaching for the phone but Amy slapped his hand away, "Ow!"

"So you really are Sherlock Holmes?" Rory asked.

"Yes Rory, do try to keep up." Sherlock responded and noticed a slight wince from the man, "Was that rude? John usually tells me if I'm rude."

"I'm sure he tells you a lot of things sweetie." River said, winking.

"I have absolutely no idea what you're trying to allude to."

"Oh yes you do, you're brilliant, figure it out."

"How do you people know so much about me?" He inquired, looking between the two who shared a knowing glance, "You seem to know me and think that I'm a character from a book."

"How did you figure that out?" Rory said, mouth agape.

"Simple," Sherlock smirked before continuing, "You all stared at me in awe when I said my name and Amy said she was Elizabeth Bennet, a character from the book Pride & Prejudice, so in order for our names to be easily relatable I must be from a book."

"Yeah, I've read them all," River smiled, "And I know that John Watson is the most important person in your life, and he always will be. You'd die for him."

"Yes. He's what normal people call, my best friend. And I already have died for him, technically."

"Interesting, but it's so much more than that. I can read people too Mr. Holmes. And the face you made when Amy said his name told all," River smiled kindly at the man with the Doctors face and continued, "I've seen that look. It's on Amy's face when she looks at Rory and vice versa. It's on the Doctor's face, normally, when Rose is mentioned, and I can feel it on mine when I hear his. It's love, Sherlock. That gleam in your eye, even now in someone else's body it's written all over your face... You love that man, don't you?"