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I DON'T CARE. I WANT SHERLOCK IN JEANS. IT'S CASUAL-STAYING-INDOORS-SHERLOCK OK.

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Julian snapped awake as there was a knock at the door. He jerked upright and sat for a moment, wondering where he was, until the events of the last day came back to him. His head still throbbed vaguely from where he had hit it on the railing. Another knock made the Doctor jerk awake in Sherlock's chair. He looked over at Julian and he had to stop himself laughing. The Time Lord's hair was sticking up in every direction, his eyes looking a startling colour in the morning light. The two doctors looked at each other in panic and froze as they heard more shuffling outside.

Hide. Mouthed the Doctor as he started thrashing around, trying to untangle himself from the blanket wrapped around him, only succeeding in getting himself even more tangled up. The door started to open and Julian pulled the blanket over himself and lay as still as he could on the sofa.

'It's OK, it's only me. Just came to get a couple of things.' Julian pulled the blanket off his head to see

Watson walking through the door. He sighed with relief and sat up again. As John walked down the corridor to his bedroom, Julian glanced at the clock. It was nearly 11. He pushed the blanket to the end of the sofa and walked over to the coffee table, picking up what was left of a bottle of water from the night before. He watched the Doctor continue to struggle, the blanket now completely covering him. Julian leaned against the mantelpiece for a moment, silently laughing, before pulling the blanket away, sending the Doctor tumbling to the floor in a heap.

'Thanks' he muttered before pulling himself up and walking into the kitchen, starting to look through the cupboards for something edible. Julian turned as Sherlock emerged from his bedroom; half dressed, having pulled on a pair of jeans but not bothering on top, still wearing the t-shirt he slept in, holding his dressing gown in one hand. He paused at the end of the corridor to pull it on and John walked out of his bedroom having changed clothes.

'Oh, hello, John' said Sherlock as John walked past.

'Morning, Sherlock.' He wandered over to the desk, carefully stepping over the wires still covering the apartment, choosing not to ask. He looked around for a few seconds before spotting his keys under a pile of papers and grabbing them when suddenly he frowned.

'What's that noise?' he asked quietly.

'What noise?' frowned Julian. The Doctor and Sherlock both looked over towards John. He looked surprised.

'Can't you hear it? That annoying high-pitched whine?' He looked around for the source of the noise, his eyes eventually coming to rest on the TARDIS. The Doctor looked worried and walked over to the TARDIS.

'No…' the Doctor eventually answered. 'But I don't doubt that it's there…' He carefully put his hand against the painted doorframe and put his ear up to the wood, closing his eyes. Suddenly he snapped his head back and stepped away, his eyes wide.

'Could either of you hear it?' the Doctor asked without turning away from the box.

'No' they both answered.

'In that case, John, I would suggest you leave.' John opened his mouth to speak but stopped himself and grabbed his things, quickly leaving the apartment, closing the door behind him.

'What is it?' asked Julian. All three men were gathered around the TARDIS now.

'I think I know what's keeping the TARDIS here, but I have to check. And if it's what I think it is, this will probably hurt. Quite a bit. So… brace yourself.'

'Right… how?' questioned Julian nervously. The Doctor turned to face him and opened his mouth to speak but couldn't think of anything to say. He turned back and walked into the TARDIS, grabbing his screwdriver out of his jacket hanging to the side of the door. Opening the front panel in the door, he switched a few circuits in the side before standing back and pressing his sonic. Immediately the three men cried out as a high-pitched whine filled their heads, accompanied by a blinding pain. Sherlock gasped and immediately passed out and crumpled to the floor next to when Julian had fallen to his knees, the room tilting and shifting at an alarming angle. The Doctor dropped his screwdriver and clutched his head. His suspicions confirmed, his only concern now was to turn it off. He dropped to his hands and knees and scrabbled around for his screwdriver, trying to focus through his blurred vision. Just then his hand touched the metal of the screwdriver and pressed the button as fast as he could. He sighed with relief as the whine cut off. Leaning his back against the door, he looked over to where Sherlock has collapsed and Julian was blearily pushing himself up. He shuffled over to Sherlock and checked his pulse.

'Sherlock,' he called quietly, tapping his cheek. Sherlock groaned and hazily opened his eyes. As the world came into focus around him, Julian carefully helped him sit up and the Doctor closed the door panel.

'Doctor, what was that?' asked Julian with a groan.

'It's a telepathic inhabiting field. And, as we just experienced, a pretty strong one – anyone else in Baker Street probably has a headache and is wondering what's going on. The TARDIS has… a kind of 'soul' if you will – too complicated to go into now. With me especially I'm kind of linked to it, so I can tell when there's something wrong with her and sometimes she can tell when I'm in trouble. Someone is tapping into that telepathically so she won't respond to any of the mechanical controls.'

'If you're linked to this machine then how come you didn't notice the field before? And how could John hear it?'

'It's not like anything I've come across before – someone has spent a lot of time to make sure it wasn't noticeable to me over the background noise. And as much for John, I would imagine it affects more advanced brains more. The field will have been designed specially not to affect my Time Lord brain, you've got your enhancements,' he gestured to Julian and then to Sherlock, 'and you…'

'I'm a genius' finished off Sherlock.

'But Sherlock was more affected by the field once you'd got rid of the dampening because his brain is the most 'ordinary' of the three of us.' Worked out Julian.

'Yes, sorry about that but I had to check. And now we know what it is…'

'So we can work out how to stop it!' finished Julian.

'Exactly!' agreed the Doctor. 'I've already got some ideas. We might be out of here by tonight!' he smiled and bounced into the TARDIS.