Chapter 4

Whoop Whoop! Chapter four, my dear readers, here it is. Before I begin, just let's address one topic. Okay two.

THE FUDGE MOFFAT. What. The master is a lady? And she kissed the doctor? Okay. Yes, I am enjoying watching all the sexist whovians lose their shit, but WHAT? No. really. My soul is okay. *Dies*

Second, speaking of lost souls, shall I turn this into a superwholock? (hehehe. Lol, painful puns) . No, really you guys, I need feed back. I am really excited. But now that I got nine seasons of Netflix under my reference belt, I. NEED. TO. KNOW. Is supernatural wanted? I would really, really, super-duper appreciate reviews. Thanks!

Now: to the story…

"Doctor!" Amy yelled at her best friend as he walked away from her, "Where are you going?". She only caught part of reply over the noise.

"TARDIS!"

She balked at him. "You're running away!"

"No!" He glared at her "don't be stupid, Pond. How else are we going to get on a dalek spaceship then in a TARDIS? Honestly. Humans. You're so….. humany." He stopped walking, causing Amy to knock into him. "I need to stop acting like my ninth regeneration. So rude. Rude and not ginger." He whirled around to face his companion, clapping his hand over his mouth in horror. "That was my tenth speaking." He muttered through his own grip.

"Doctor," a panting John piped up from the back of the group. "I hate to interrupt your discussion, but we are in a street filled with living death machines, d'you think we could move it along a little?"

"Righto, Watson!" The doctor shouted as he whirled around on his heels, "To the TARDIS!"

Ignoring her friend's obvious excitement at being able to say "Righto, Watson!", Amy hurried to catch up with the Doctor. "What're we gonna do once we actually get ON the spaceship. Just so I know what I should do to keep everyone alive."

The Doctor continued walking. "Don't worry Pond. I have a plan."

"And that plan goes….?"

"That I will have a plan when we arrive on said spaceship."

"Thanks," the red head growled, then, speaking to the group, she added, "anyone have a good plan? "

John and Rory shrugged, and turned to look at Sherlock, who sighed, "I can't have a functional plan until I know their weaknesses"

"You can have a look when we get to the TARDIS, Mr. Holmes. In the meantime, please keep your mouth shut." Amy stole a knowing glance at Rory. They both were fully aware that the reason the doctor was grumpy was the fact that not everyone was referring to his genius now. It was highly likely he felt more than just a little betrayed by Amy's idea to ask Sherlock what he thought.

Pond rolled her eyes and gave the Doctor a little shove, "lighten up, you grouch."

Her friend glared at her, "I apologize, Amelia, for not being happy that my worst enemy is trying to invade London. AGAIN."

The group wove their way to the TARDIS in a harsh, uncomfortable silence, The doctor leading the way with his pouty, long paced strides.

No sooner had they open the door, the doctor dashed inside to the console (almost as if to get there before Sherlock). He swung the screen to face him and began to furiously type. His fingers danced nervously across the console. Amy leant against the railing, looking ever nonchalant. Rory stood next to his wife, not leaning so much as protecting her. The two new arrivals to the TARDIS, John and Sherlock stood in a stupor. John looked in awe around the console room. His eyes darting to each and every detail. Sherlock seemed to have gone into a mental breakdown. The detective's face was slack, his mouth slightly open, left eye twitching a bit. John gave a light chuckle.

"It's bigger on the inside!" the small man exclaimed to himself, a child-like grin spreading across his face. He left his friend's side to look around the room. The Doctor stopped his determined typing for a minute to take in the joy of the bafflement of Sherlock, and to watch John race around the room like a child on Christmas, pointing out new and interesting things every moment. He pointed out the captain's chair, the button on the console and even the wires underneath their feet. Sherlock, however, still stood motionless. "Sherlock!" Watson called from the other side of the room, "Isn't this amazing?" When the detective didn't answer, he called again "Sherlock?"

The normally glaring eyes snapped back into action. The witty mouth snapped shut. Eyebrows once raised in confusion furrowed once again. "Ha!" the detective scoffed "amazing! It's barely even possible, let alone safe."

"Oh! It's very safe! Nothing safer!" the doctor explained, "Actually, there's a lot of things that are safer than the TARDIS. Like lifeboats, and hospitals, and planes, and fighter jets, and rope bridges, and….." he trailed off as the TARDIS grumbled at him, " All right, all right! As I was saying, perfectly safe, Nothing to worry about. Except for deadly aliens trying to take over the world. That you should probably worry about." He grimaced as he turned to the console, "As for possible, it's very possible. Another dimension inside of the thing you see on the outside. Millions of them were on my planet. You humans are just too stupid to figure it out."

"When has safety ever bothered you, Sherlock?" John asked.

Sherlock glared at him.

"Anyway!" the doctor shouted, making all four humans jump "on to the plan. Plany plany plan plan plan.!" He whipped around the console and pulled a few levers and pushed a few buttons, causing the TARDIS to violently lurch into motion. Those who weren't holding onto a railing or console (specifically Sherlock and John) toppled to the ground.

"the plan?" john yelled against the whooshing of the TARDIS.

The doctor ignored him. He was still running around the console.

"DOCTOOOOOOOOOORRRRRR!" Amy screamed, "what's the plan!?"

"STILL DON'T HAVE ONE!"

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh, Doctor! You're so hilarious. So, what did you guys think? Eleven's nine made an appearance quite a few times. I've decided not to have supernatural in this fic, the characters will, however, show up in the end note, as they always do. I may also start a superwholock version of this, but I need to prioritize my current running fics. Specifically this one! Also, disclaimer, (haha I REMEMBERED, take that, doctor.) I do not own supernatural, Doctor who, or Sherlock.

Doctor: Of course she remembers, today she remembers! I wanted to say it!

Amy: calm down.

Sherlock: Honestly, It's embarrassing.

Doctor: Shut up, Sherlock

Amy; you two, I swear, it's like a couple of five year olds.

Doctor: more like two-thousand, thank you, Amy.

Amy:…

Doctor: Amy…

Amy: Where are they?

Doctor: who?

Amy: those two men who always show up mid-way through the scene.

Doctor: Sam and Dean?

Amy: Thought you said you didn't know them.

*tries to kill him*

Dean: (from behind secretive bush) this is so much fun.

Sam: you're a horrible human being

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