CHAPTER TWO!

Yah, it's happening. Boom.

-Surrounded by Idiots

Sherlock circled around the center column, running one hand on the edge of the control panels, as if that would tell him what the controls were for. After examining each thing very closely, he still couldn't tell what they were for. He turned to the Doctor, who was standing off to the side, watching, and asked, "So. A few questions."

The Doctor nodded and said, "Go on."

"How is this possible?"

With a slight smirk that said I-know-something-you-don't, a look Sherlock knew well mostly because he used it on other people, said, "The TARDIS is dimensionally transcendental."

"Ah, that makes sense."

A sort of doubting look sprouted on the Doctor's face as he said, "Oh, does it?"

Sherlock nodded and said, "Yes, it does. Obviously. Why wouldn't it?"

The Doctor shrugged and replied, "Well, most people have no idea what that means."

"That's because everyone's stupid."

The other man snorted and said, "Really? Even me?"

"Yes."

The Doctor looked slightly offended as he said, "Oh-key, next question."

"Why does it look like a police box?"

"Chameleon circuit helps it to blend in. Scans a ten-mile radius, and then looks like whatever is the most common thing in the area. But the TARDIS's Chameleon Circuit broke after I traveled to London, 1960s.

"TARDIS. Is that an acronym? If it is, what does it stand for?"

"It means Time and Relative Dimensions in Space."

"So," Sherlock said skeptically, "You're saying that this thing can travel large distances in space and time?"

"Exactly."

Sherlock crossed his arms and said, "Prove it."

The Doctor grinned and said, "I hoped you would say that." The Doctor ran up to the controls and started to twist levers, flip switches, and a few other things Sherlock really had no idea what the point of was. Suddenly, the whole structure started to shake, and a harsh groaning noise filled the impossibly large room. Sherlock immediately recognized it as the sound that had woken him up only ten minutes before.

Just as abruptly as it started, the groaning and the shaking stopped. The Doctor jumped to his feet and ran to the door with a childish grin plastered on his face. "Come on, Holmes! Come see how large your universe really is!" Sherlock, having just regained his balance, stood up and walked calmly to the door, his hands buried in the pockets of his trench coat.

"Whatever's out there, it better not be dull." With that, Sherlock threw open the TARDIS door and stepped outside.

Nothing could prepare the sociopath to what was outside those doors.

It certainly was a market, but not like any one he had ever seen on Earth. The stalls looked like they were grown naturally, as each was made from an odd orange wood with sticks and leaves coming out at random spots. The things being sold looked odd. There were a few stands selling a goopy looking black liquid in jars that looked very similar to tar. A few were selling fruit that looked nothing like any food he'd ever seen before. One was selling what looked like gloves, but the ends of each finger had long, wicked looking silver blades sown into the fabric.

But that wasn't the oddest thing there. The residents of the place were very unusual looking. Most people were 5 foot even, which caused both the Doctor and Sherlock to tower over everyone. The majority of the residents had either spiked or flat hair, either red or orange, and their skin were almost white. Sherlock quickly noticed that most of them had two different colored eyes, with a few exceptions. They had eyes on the side of their head, suggesting they were descended from prey, not predators. Along with whatever that species was, there were one or two other human-looking people, and even some more unusual looking species.

Sherlock's senses were being bombarded at all angles. After staying indoors with minor stimulus for a year, this was just all too much to take in. Everything was different. The sounds were unusual, the smells were new, the colors looked off, even the air felt diffrent. The sky was brown, and the grass was bright yellow. It was just way to much for Sherlock's hypersensitivity. His head started to hurt in a way it had never before. The great Detective swayed a few times before falling over in a faint.

The first thing Sherlock was aware of were voices.

A high pitched, energetic sounding voice said, "Mr. Smith, are humans all that tall?"

The familiar voice of the Doctor said, obviously amused, "No, not all humans. Only some."

The voice, possibly of a young female, said again, "Mr. Smith-"

The voice was interrupted by a louder, lower voice, most likely the father, that said, "Sul, don't bother your guest with all of your idiotic questions!"

The first voice quietly said, "Sorry, Mr. Smith."

As the three continued the conversation, Sherlock slowly blinked open his eyes. He was in some kind of house, with walls made of the same odd orange wood as the market stalls. He was laying on a couch, with black, scratchy looking but surprisingly comfortable material. He slowly and groggily sat up, rubbing the top of his head, glad the headache wasn't as bad as before. The detective noticed an opening on one of the walls, and through it saw the Doctor and two of the odd-looking people he had seen in the marketplace. One was the average five foot, with spiked orange hair, one blue eye and one green eye. The other was shorter, about 4 and a half feet tall, and had flat, deep red hair. Sherlock inferred that the shorter one was Sul, while the taller one was Sul's father.

The Doctor, who apparently was going by the pseudonym Mr. Smith, noticed Sherlock and grinned. "Good, Holmes, you're awake! Come on in."

Sherlock stood up and walked into the adjoining room, having to duck down to get through the opening. The Doctor was smiling, and so was the older male.

The whatever-it-was said, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Holmes. I am Tor Nelbrin, and this is my daughter, Sul Nelbrin. Ren should be coming back soon, her job required her to stay out late tonight. I hope you and Mr. Smith can stay for dinner?"

Before Sherlock could deny the offer, the Doctor butted in and said, "Of course we can! We don't have any plans." Sherlock glared at the Doctor as he grinned happily.

Tor nodded several times and left the room, along with Sul, leaving the Doctor and Sherlock alone.

The Doctor explained as quickly as possible to the still-glaring Sherlock, "We are currently on the planet Trilnet 5. The main species on the planet are the Grelmks, although there are several other minorities, one of them humans. It is also considered rude to turn down an offer for dinner, unless there is a pressing reason to deny, which we happen to not have. So try to be polite."

Sherlock continued to glare.

"So, alien planet. How are you taking it? Shocking, I believe, considering you fainted."

With a snort, Sherlock corrected, "Actually, no. Because I have a limited knowledge of the solar system, I really couldn't care less if we aren't the only life forms out there. Seriously, I only learned about the solar system being heliocentric a few years ago. It was the overstimulus that knocked me out. Having been cut off from the outside world for over a year and then thrust into a completely new environment, it was just too much for my ever-busy mind to keep up with."

The Doctor looked slightly flustered, and he said, "Seriously? You only just learned that the Earth revolves around the sun?"

And that's chapter two! Sorry nothing really happened, but I promise the plot will really start next chapter. Just consider yourself lucky I decided to post two chapters in one day.

-Surrounded by Idiots