DISCLAIMER: Nothing has changed in a few minutes. Still, none of it is mine.

OK, look, this will be whumpy but ATM I am absolutely adoring writing little domestic things like them buying take away and sitting on the floor because there's not enough chairs so just bear with. I love this stuff THERE WILL BE MORE WHUMP DON'T PANIC.

The Doctor had been back only a few minutes when Julian began to stir. Sherlock was sitting opposite him in his chair with his laptop on the arm, eating a tin foil dish of noodles and the Doctor was sitting cross-legged on the floor next to him with a similar meal and a bottle of water sitting next to him. They looked up at Julian as he groaned and slowly brought his head up from where it was dangling over the arm of John's chair. He looked around, disorientated and noticed the others sitting opposite him.

'Ah, you're awake' observed the Doctor and jumped up, walking over to the fridge.

'Don't move too much,' advised Sherlock, 'you've got a concussion.'

'I can tell' winced Julian, putting his hand on the back of his head and feeling a bump forming. He brought up his legs and twisted around so he was sitting forwards in the chair.

'You hit your head on the TARDIS railings,' explained the Doctor, handing Julian a packet of frozen peas. 'The jumpstart didn't work so there's some kind of outside influence going on. We're not trying anything else until morning.' Julian held the packet to his head as he absorbed this information.

'Any idea who wants us stuck here?' he asked.

'Not yet, but we were just talking about that,' said the Doctor, sitting back down next to Sherlock's chair. Sherlock closed his laptop and put it on the coffee table next to him. 'Whoever it is has chosen not to show themselves so evidently they don't physically want anything to do with us; they just don't want us going anywhere.'

'Maybe they're worried about either me or Sherlock having access to the TARDIS' suggested Julian.

'Do you have any enemies here?' asked the Doctor. Sherlock raised his eyebrows.

'Depends how you define 'enemy'' he answered. The Doctor waved his hands.

'Someone who doesn't like you'

'Oh, yeah; loads' said Sherlock taking another mouthful of noodles. At this Julian suddenly realised how hungry he was.

'I hate to change the subject, but is there any of that left?' he questioned, gesturing to the tin containers Sherlock and the Doctor were holding.

'Mmm,' The Doctor mumbled through his noodles. 'Yeah, sorry, on the table.' Julian looked behind him and saw two unopened Chinese takeaway containers sitting in the kitchen behind him next to a bottle of water. He carefully stood up and walked over, putting the peas back on the table and retrieving the takeaway. He opened the bottle of water and drank most of it before screwing the cap back on and sitting back down, opening the dish. As he began to eat, the Doctor continued questioning.

'Is there anyone who would specifically try to… inconvenience or endanger you though?'

'A few but only one that could possibly be capable of something like this. But, then again, it's unlikely he's responsible; it's not really his 'style'.'

'What about you, Julian? I would imagine you know a few more people who could manipulate more advanced technology.' Julian shrugged.

'Probably the station's chief of operations could figure something out but no-one I know would particularly want me stuck in 21st century London in a different universe. I don't have many enemies.' As he said that, a thought ran through Julian's head and he almost added to what he'd said but he pushed the thought away. It seemed pretty implausible.

'What about you?' enquired Julian to the Doctor. 'Anyone who would want you stuck in a different universe?' The Doctor puffed out his cheeks.

'Too many to count,' he chuckled, 'As much as I hate not knowing, I guess we'll just have to wait and see.' There was relative silence as the unlikely gathering finished off their meals. Sherlock glanced at the clock and noticed it was nearly midnight. He grabbed his laptop and made his way towards his bedroom, saying goodnight as he went, but the Doctor called along to him just before he entered the room.

'Umm, Sherlock? You don't… mind us having to stay here do you?' he asked, almost apologetically. Sherlock paused and walked back towards them.

'What? No! This is the most interesting thing to happen for ages! Better than any boring old case.' He gave a small smile. The Doctor returned the smile, relieved.

'OK, thank you. Goodnight.' Sherlock nodded and disappeared into his bedroom. The Doctor turned and gathered up the empty containers, putting them in the bin. Julian stifled a yawn and stretched. His back was aching from the awkward angle he had been lying across the chair.

'I would recommend the sofa over that chair' said the Doctor with a smile.

'That's what I was planning' agreed Julian, standing up. 'Do you have a place to sleep in the TARDIS?'

'Well, yeah, a few but I think I'll stay out here. Not sure if I want to spend the night in a time/space travelling ship when someone else is controlling where it goes. Or rather doesn't' he added. 'No I'll sleep in the chair or something. But I'll grab a couple of blankets.' While the Doctor was rummaging around in the TARDIS, Julian sat down on the leather sofa by the door. He unzipped the outer layer of his uniform and took off his boots, putting them on the floor next to him, trying to make himself as comfortable as he could in his uniform. The Doctor walked back out of the TARDIS and threw a blanket to Julian, walking over to Sherlock's chair. He had left his jacket and shoes in the TARDIS and his braces were hanging down off his shoulders.

'Don't Time Lords wear pyjamas?' Commented Julian. The Doctor shrugged as he curled up in the chair and pulled the blanket over him.

'Doesn't make a difference to me. Don't sleep much anyway. Well, I tend to fall asleep during whatever I'm doing rather than specifically going to sleep.' Julian chuckled.

'Goodnight.'

'Goodnight.' Julian went to get up and hit the lights but the Doctor stopped him.

'I'll get it' he yawned and taking his sonic screwdriver out of his pocket. He pressed a button and with a whir the switch flicked and the lights clicked off.