Hello! Well, as my lovely co-writer has explained in a review, I have been severely lacking a laptop and was therefore unable to post, since I simply don't trust Emilehh with my password (not after you hacked my Facebook, bitch ;)). But we're back, anyways, so there's some good news :)!. Enjoy!
"Sherlock, we're here." The Doctor said over the tannoy to Sherlock in the lab.
"I'll be out in a moment," Sherlock called back, unsure whether or not The Doctor could actually hear him. He pretended he could. It would be foolish to shout at an empty room, he reasoned, ignoring ever other instance he had done so.
After a quick experiment, Sherlock had discovered that the white paint on the inside of the drawer had nail varnish in it, just as he had suspected. It matched the small bottle of it he had taken from the top of the dresser when nobody was looking, and to Sherlock, that could mean only one thing.
Quickly, he packed away the equipment he had used. There was still much to do, mostly DNA tests on the phone and the wood on the inside of the drawer. The software here was far more advanced than that at St. Bart's, so that would make things much easier. For now though, it was time to enlist John onto the search party.
With hasty footsteps, Sherlock made his way back to the control room in order to share his findings with The Doctor. As he entered the room, he called out a question.
"How long have I been gone?"
"Well, it's been about an hour. But not to worry, I went out to meet John. Told him you were working. Decent bloke, once he came around from the shock of the TARDIS landing in his front room. Offered me a cuppa. No Jammie Dodgers though."
"No, he won't buy biscuits any more. There was an incident." Sherlock strode across the room, offering no more explanation. Without hesitation, he wrenched open the doors and stepped into the flat, fairly impressed that The Doctor had managed to land on the one clear patch of space in the room. He took a quick look around, but everything seemed to be in order. John looked rather pale, however, sat in his favourite armchair and clutching a cup of tea.
"Sherlock? What's-"
"Hush, John. All will be explained."
"Hello, John, we've met... And this is Rory! Rory, meet John."
"Uh, hi. John Watson. Sherlock's colleague."
"Rory Williams. I'm The Doctor's friend."
"This is lovely, really, but I must interrupt the frivolities." Sherlock crossed the room and unhooked his beloved coat from the back of the door. He tossed John's jacket to him. "To cut a long story short, John, we have a case. Mr. Williams' wife has gone mysteriously missing. Oh, and we're about to go travelling through time and space. Questions?"
"Yes," John said, as though it was obvious. "Lots actually. The most pressing- time and space?"
"Timey wimey, wibbly wobbly," The Doctor murmured, not really helping John's case.
Sherlock sighed impatiently and perched on the back of his armchair, feet on the seat cushion. He was eager to get going, but knew it was fairly important that John understood even a little bit of what was going on. He needed him on form.
Luckily, Rory jumped in to save them.
"That," he explained patiently, "is The Doctor's time machine. Or spaceship. It's a long story I suppose, but he's an alien and apparently all of his species had one. My wife, Amy, could be anywhere in all of time or space, so The Doctor hired Sherlock to help us find her."
Sherlock had a feeling John didn't understand much more than he had before Rory had spoken. Still, he nodded, pretending to keep up.
"Right. So why have you come back here?"
Sherlock smirked.
"I can't time-travel without my favourite army doctor on hand, can I?'
"You're a doctor too, John? See, we already have something in common," said The Doctor, smiling as he clicked his fingers, and the TARDIS door opened. He ushered everyone inside, Sherlock having rushed across the room, John trailing behind. "Everyone in. Places to be, yeah? However, I don't quite know where we're off to, so it's over to you, the Holmesmeister!" Sherlock looked at The Doctor with a faint air of disgust, and confusion. "Not Holmesmeister?" The Doctor asked John.
"No. Not really the type for nickames," replied John.
"For now, Doctor," Sherlock cut in, "I would suggest you find a point in space in which to... hover. I will send you coordinates from the lab, as soon as I run one more test. Come along, John."
"Wait. I want to see how this thing flies."
They filed around the central console of the TARDIS. Sherlock and John hung back, observing, as the Doctor wandered around the console and pressed various buttons and pulled various levers. Rory seemed to revolve around him, hovering anxiously nearby like a lost puppy.
"Even for you, Sherlock, this is really weird," John whispered, still looking fairly bewildered.
"Stick with it, John. This could be interesting," Sherlock hissed back.
"Could be?" John asked with a nervous half-laugh. At that moment, the TARDIS sprang to life with a worrying wheezing sound.
"Erm, Doctor, what was that?" enquired Rory.
"That, is the interchanging live-acting hardware booting up!" replied The Doctor. Rory and John looked at each other, rather confused. "Looks like you two will get on rather well." said The Doctor.
"What makes you say that, Doctor?" asked John.
"Oh, nothing, nothing," said The Doctor.
"He's saying you're wearing the same idiotically bewildered expression as Mr. Williams here," Sherlock explained sharply. A dull silence fell (Sherlock and The Doctor having been the key components in the conversation and both had lapsed into deep thought).
Suddenly, the TARDIS began to rattle around. It was all John could do to stay upright. He stumbled with each bump, trying to ignore Sherlock's smug expression as he leant against the railings, somehow managing to keep his balance. In all the time he had known him, John was sure he hadn't seen Sherlock trip once. In a way, it was incredibly infuriating.
That all changed a moment later. The TARDIS gave a particularly violent jolt and Sherlock was sent tumbling forwards, hitting his head on the edge of the console. As he righted himself, John bit back a laugh.
"Oh shut up," Sherlock grumbled, rubbing his cheek.
"What's the matter? Hurt your cheekbones?" John smirked.
"Hardly," Sherlock replied haughtily.
The Doctor turned around to see what was going on, being so engrossed in piloting the TARDIS he had missed the antics of a moment ago. Just as he turned around, Sherlock was marching toward one of the many exits in the control room.
"Oh," said The Doctor. "What's wrong with him?"
"No idea," replied John.
"Also, where did Rory go?" The Doctor wondered aloud.
John, unsure if The Doctor wanted an answer, gave one anyway. "He slipped off a while ago. Said something about his bedroom."
"Ah. Yes. Amy and Rory have a bedroom here on board. In fact, in a very strange twist of fate, I am married to their daughter, who was... Erm... Created here on board, and because the TARDIS was in motion at the same time, River Song, who is their daughter, is actually like me. She's sort of a Timelord. Bit wibbly wobbly."
John didn't press The Doctor any further with what he was saying, because John had noticed how The Doctor's voice had saddened, and his eyes softened, towards the end of his narrative, as he got onto the subject of River Song. The same way Sherlock's did when Irene Adler was mentioned.
Outside, in the corridor, Sherlock inwardly sighed in frustration. The entire reason for them picking up John was so he could have a consultation with someone he trusted on his evidence before presenting it to the others.
"Coming, John?" he called impatiently. A moment later, his sidekick joined him.
"Coming where?"
"To the lab of course. I need to show you something."
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