"You know Doctor, while this may be fun and games to you, I'm wondering how we're travelling through parallel universes without ripping holes in the fabric of space and time." River said, "Isn't that what happened before with R-"
"Rose!" The Doctor shouted, looking around him as if he was expecting to find her standing on the other side of the street.
"Rose?" John asked, looking around, "Are we in London? This looks just like London, except well, the giant zeppelins."
"Yes it's another London... I wonder if there's a parallel version of us here." Sherlock walked over to a newspaper stand and picked up a paper. After flipping through a few pages and finding nothing he gave up, "Well if we are here, we're utterly boring."
"John Watson?" John heard from behind him, he turned to see Mike Stamford.
"Uh... Mike, yes."
"I thought... I'd heard you... I thought you were dead?" Everyone now turned toward the new man.
"Oh? When did you hear that?" John clenched his hands into fists and released them, obviously nervous.
"Years ago, I thought you died in combat. Got shot through your heart." Mike stood there, mouth agape before noticing Sherlock, "My goodness! Sherlock Holmes! I... Well yeah, I thought you were dead too!"
"Yes, I'm dead. I'm actually just a ghost! Boo! We really must be going now!" The Doctor said, grabbing a hold of River's hand and walking away, the rest of the group followed, John hesitated.
"I know this sounds weird, Mike... But don't tell anyone you saw us, yeah? We're undercover, and need people to believe we're dead, Sherlock and I."
"Oh, big ops for MI-5?"
"Right..."
"Don't worry, I won't breath a word of this. I'm just glad to know you're not dead." Mike smiled and walked away, John ran to catch up with the rest of the group.
"Where are we going Doctor?" Amy asked.
"Torchwood. They can help us. I know some people there."
"You know people from a different universe. Not this one." Sherlock said.
"No, I know people from this universe. Next stop, Canary Wharf." The Doctor turned a corner, and John finally caught up with them.
"So we're dead in this universe." John said.
"Yes, obviously, you died in combat meaning I never met you. Which apparently led to my demise." Sherlock said, looking over at John and smiling softly.
"Good to know I'm what kept you alive, you git. Unless you faked it in this universe too."
"How many times have I apologized for that? Besides, I wouldn't have had anyone that I cared about enough to kill myself to protect if it weren't for you. So Moriarty probably murdered me himself."
"Are you saying you care about me Sherlock Holmes?" John smiled looking at his friend.
"Of course." He looked back, meeting his flatmates eyes, even though it wasn't really Sherlock, John could still see the emotion and sincerity in his answer.
"We're here!" The Doctor shouted and they all stopped, snapping Sherlock and John out of their moment, "We need to find Pete Tyler." They headed in the doors and to the front desk.
"How can I help you?" I tanned brunette asked, smiling at the Doctor.
"Oh look, it's Janine." Sherlock said peeking around the body he'd become accustomed to.
"Great." John said, rolling his eyes.
"Jealousy doesn't suit you John." Sherlock said, walking to stand next to the Doctor.
"I'm sorry but Mr. Tyler doesn't talk to anyone without an appointment."
"Tell him it's the Doctor." The Doctor said, smiling, "He'll want to see us."
"Doctor?" They heard a man's voice. Everyone turned to see a tall thin man, with wild brown hair.
"Well would you look at that." The Doctor said, walking up to him.
"Oh, you've regenerated... I don't like it."
This one was short, just had to put something down before I lost it!
