The fact that there's a lot of snow outside is contributing to the quicker than normal output of chapters, that and I'm all about this story right now. I've got writer's block on my screen play so this is my way of clearing my mind!
Enjoy! [=
"Someone get him a shock blanket!" Sherlock quipped, stepping through the doors and looking at his frightened flatmate. He turned and looked at himself, well, the doctor.
"You're quite the looker if I do say so myself!" The Doctor smiled and threw his hands up, obviously quite pleased with his joke.
"Yes, complimenting himself, definitely the doctor." Amy said, embracing the tall and thin man.
"I quite like this body, he's very sexy." River said, hugging him and looking over her shoulder at John, "Don't you think so Doctor Watson?" Sherlock rolled his eyes as his friend snapped out of his stupor.
Clearing his throat, John answered, "I uh.. Wh-what now?" He stuttered.
"Oh pay them no mind John. The more important matter at hand is why are we in each other's heads and how can we switch it back." Sherlock desperately tried to change the subject, the Doctor noticed this, but went along with it.
"Ah yes, right. I have absolutely no idea."
"Really?" Amy asked.
"Really, no clue. But I'm sure we can figure something out, maybe if River asks the TARDIS nicely..." He walked to the blue box and began stroking the side.
"So, TARDIS... That's what it is? A blue box that appears out of nowhere?" John asked, walking up to the ship.
"Yes, she can travel anywhere through space and time." The Doctor said, smirking at the shorter man.
"Right, space ship, time machine..." He looked at the Doctor, and then to Sherlock, "Time Lord..."
"Is that what I am? Or, what you are?" Sherlock asked, feeling along his body, "Tell me, Doctor... Do you have two hearts?"
"How did you figure that out?" The Doctor smiled.
"Rapid pulse... Either you're tachycardic or you have multiple ventricles. I'm hoping the latter." Sherlock replied, digging into the jacket pocket and pulling out the sonic, "What is this?" He pressed the button on the end and it does nothing.
"Sonic screwdriver, it's mildly telepathic, you have to think about what you want it to do in order for it to work."
"The screwdriver has telepathy..." John spoke slowly, trying to comprehend.
"Fascinating." Sherlock said and walked into the kitchen, he pointed the sonic at the toaster, it promptly began smoking.
"What are you doing? Sherlock!" John shouted and ran into the kitchen.
"Experimenting. Naturally." Sherlock shrugged and tossed the sonic at John who caught it and stared.
"What am I supposed to do with this?"
"You heard the man, point and think."
"I think I'll pass..." John handed the screwdriver back to Sherlock, who shrugged and stuck it back into the jacket, "Alright... Let's just get this all sorted and get you back into your body." He turned and headed back into the living room.
"His sexy body." River said quietly to John as he passed, giving him a wink that caused his face to flush slightly. He quickly shook it off as he approached the Doctor, who saw his flushing but pretended not to notice.
"Brother mine, what are you doing?" Everyone turned to the source of the new voice in the room. Mycroft Holmes stepped through the door, umbrella in hand.
"Mycroft what do you want?" Sherlock responded before he remembered he wasn't himself.
"I'm sorry, it would seem I've forgotten you mister?"
"Uh, this is Mr. Smith!" The Doctor said, smiling slightly at his commonly used surname, "He brought me this lovely police box..."
"You're ruining the feng shui of the room, wouldn't you agree John? Mrs. Hudson won't be pleased." Mycroft leaned against the door frame and spun his umbrella.
"It'll be out of here as soon as he's done... Testing the effects of formaldehyde on the wood of the 1960's police box." John sputtered and they all turned to him.
"Good one." Sherlock said quietly and then turned to his brother, "Yes Mr. Holmes, it will be out of here before the day is up."
"Alright, well I just came to check in on my dearest brother. I had heard there was a bit of a scuffle last week and wanted to make sure he was still alive. Now that I see he most certainly is... I'll be heading out." Mycroft gave a smile that didn't reach his ears and turned to leave, he halted and turned back, "Dr. Watson, can I speak with you a moment? Privately?" He didn't wait for an answer and headed down the stairs, John followed suit.
"Yes Mycroft? What do you want?" John asked the man once they reached the front door.
"I know you don't like me, and I honestly do not care. But you should really keep me updated when my brother is having giant blue boxes hauled into the flat. Are you sure he's not high? His eyes seemed a bit... Off."
"You Holmes brothers and your keen powers of observation... No he's not high, he's just, well he's a bit off today. He's been off a lot lately, I think it's the case. He doesn't like having to deal with Moriarty again, and the fact that he's been well... Killing people who look like..."
"Who look like you."
"Yeah, that. He hasn't been too pleased."
"Has he said anything to you lately? Anything vaguely sentimental?" Mycroft inquired, knowing full well about his brothers growing feelings for the soldier.
"Nothing unusual, why do you ask?"
"I just fear this case may get the best of him, and I hope that you don't get too hopeful that..."
"That something could happen between the two of us?" John interrupted.
"Precisely." Mycroft smiled, "You know how my brother is."
"I think I know him a bit better than you do."
"You think that, but you really-"
"Leave now Mycroft, I'm not in the mood. Just go." John opened the door and said nothing as the elder Holmes brother headed out the door. He slammed it shut and with a roll of his eyes, headed back up to the flat. He noticed the lack of people and became perplexed. The door of the TARDIS opened and Sherlock stepped out.
"Come on in John! It is truly amazing in here." He said and John inched toward the doors, his mouth slightly agape.
"Sherlock... I-" He grabbed the man's arm to stop him from heading back into the box.
"Yes John what is it?" The man sounded slightly annoyed and John stared at his face, he couldn't say anything important to Sherlock when he wasn't in his body, it seemed wrong.
"Uh.." He cleared his throat, "Nothing. Let's uh, go into the box..." Sherlock gave as reassuring of a smile as he could in another mans body and turned back to the TARDIS, upon stepping through the doors, John gasped, "It's uh... Um... I..." He stuttered.
"Go ahead, say it John, everyone does." The Doctor said, his smug tone sounding oh so right in Sherlock's voice.
John rubbed his face before finishing his thought, "Bigger... On the inside?"
