While John checked Sherlock, Molly examined Clara. After a tense fifteen minutes, Molly pronounced that Clara would be fine. She had woken up halfway through, and had been trying to refuse Molly's help. Molly found that she was really rather fun and they ended up having a huge laugh at the Doctors expense. Once, they both stopped laughing and there was an awkward pause.

"Molly?" asked Clara, suddenly looking nervous

"Yeah?"

"Is, um… John…ummm"

"Gay? No, he is always denying it! Sherlock would never be interested in anyone anyway" she sighed

"you like him don't you?" asked Clara gently

"Yes. He's rude and he's arrogant, but I love him. And he doesn't even notice me. You have a chance with John though. He's very nice"

"Molly. Go over to him. Take over from John. Be the first person he sees when he wakes up."

Molly hurried over, just as Sherlock groaned.

"Sherlock, Sherlock can you hear me?"
Sherlock's eyes opened

"Molly" he said clearly

"Sherlock" the relief was evident in her voice Sherlock slowly sat up, with the aid of molly. He looked around him

"How did we get here?"

John answered "ask him" he pointed at the Doctor
the 2 genius's stared into each other's eyes. Sherlock, very surprisingly, was the first to drop his gaze, and put his hand on his head

"ow"

"that's a mind block slowly disintegrating. I think I put it there, it is defiantly my method, has my signature, but I definitely would have remembered if I had put a mind block on Sherlock Holmes. So it's my future, sometime in my future I put a mind block on a young Sherlock Holmes, to prevent…what? What do you remember?"

"I remember you… and her"

"speaking of which we haven't been properly introduced. Hello, I'm the Doctor. Here to help. And this is my friend Clara"

"Doctor who?" asked John.

"Just the Doctor" Molly smiled

"What sort of name is The Doctor?" asked Sherlock. Everyone looked at him. Molly saw John roll his eyes. She knew what was coming. A deduction.

"Molly you've travelled with him, evident by the way you look at him, it's not a romantic gesture, but you look at him as if he isn't real, like you can't believe he's here. Clara, you are impossible, to put it in one word. You are in your early 20's, you look after children. You are not from here. You were given cold porridge for breakfast and the last time they visited you in your cell, it was yesterday, judging by your bruises. Now Doctor you are an enigma, you look young like you are in your early 20's too, but your eyes say otherwise. They are older than the rest of you. Your clothes are strange to say the least. The bow tie uses fabrics not seen for over 100 years, but the jacket uses fibres that I've never seen before. You're boots have tiny traces of grass on them, but it isn't London grass. For a start, it's purple. The sole is well worn, from running. You are married, but not to Clara. You don't see your wife often, probably because you are traveling around with another girl. You are rubbing your ring finger, you want to wear your ring but something is stopping you. Possibly because you and your wife are time travellers and it would be very awkward if you met her at the wrong point in your time stream."

The Doctor grinned. Everybody, even Molly stared. Sherlock rolled his eyes

"oh it's obvious! You've seen things, Doctor, you want to forget. The way you hold yourself scream soldier, you've fought, but you don't carry a weapon, you had a family, possibly a first wife. Was she the same species as you? No you are not human; you have a respiratory bypass system, and two hearts. I thought the photos were fake but no, you have an irregular heartbeat, there is a double pulse, and so two hearts' it is. You have lost people, people you cared greatly about, the glasses hanging out of your pocket, are not yours they are slightly too small for you. So a friends. You keep them, sentimental reasons. Am I wrong?"

"No" smiled the Doctor "you are absolutely right. My wife, we never meet in the right order. She once served 12 thousand consecutive life sentences because she murdered me, long story. First time I met her she knew my future. A bit like you Sherlock."

"Like me? How? Oh right, I know your future self, which explains why you haven't met me yet. One last question. What were you doing in Baskerville?"

"ummmmmmm"

"tell me!"

"Aliens are trying to take or the earth"