Well, this was originally going to be much longer, so I ended up splitting the chapter into two parts. I'll probably release what is now "Chapter 3" later tonight. Anyways, I was feeling inspired, so here's an update. To everyone who followed and favorited and reviewed, I love you! I'm glad you all want more! And, thanks Kaibagirl007 (can I call you KG?). I'm a bit OCD about details and characterization. And, please, if you have any questions or comments, I will gladly accept and answer! So, without further ado, I'll actually start the chapter :)

Oh wait. Disclaimer. Do I need one of those?

Eh.

"Sherlock, even for you, this is farfetched. You mean to tell me this man is a time traveling alien?" John sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He studied the Doctor with wide eyes. My leg is starting to ache again... The consulting detective looked at John in surprise.

"Isn't it obvious? Even for you, I thought it was a fairly simple deduction."

"HOW IS IT SO BLOODY SIMPLE?" The Doctor glanced between Amy and their hosts awkwardly.

"Sorry," he whispered to her, then cleared his throat and stood. "Um, hello, I'm the Doctor. John, I'm going to assume we haven't met yet?"

"No, we haven't- yet?" The Doctor shrugged.

"Well, this would be why you recognized me last time-"

"Last time?" Sherlock interrupted, "Last time you asked for my help you had a leather jacket, big ears, and a blonde companion."

"Blonde?" Amy smirked. Oh, this is too good. "Doctor, you never-" The Doctor clapped his hands together.

"Okay, things are getting out of order. I love it when that happens! That's always interesting. So." The Doctor stopped and looked between them, obviously expecting something to happen. The three humans just stared at him. Amy took this occasion to ask a question that had been nagging her. Something Sherlock had mentioned...

"Uh, Doctor," Amy asked over his shoulder, "How did he know you want his help?"

"Quite apparent, really," Sherlock answered, "His eyes keep shifting around, showing anxiety, though he keeps smiling to mask it. Taking his sonic screwdriver in and out of his pocket, another nervous habit. Bringing you for one, to help convince John to go on another wild adventure though we haven't yet been on the first..." He paused and looked over her. "Though you're married, so he's gambling. All signs of a man who desperately needs help. Shall I go on?" Amy blinked a few times.

"Doctor, how'd he do that? Is he an alien? Is this another one of those mind reading things or-"

"No, just a very clever human," he informed her, "Oh, I'm being rude. Amy, you're supposed to tell me when I'm being rude! That's why I bring along companions. Amy, that's Sherlock Holmes, world's only consulting detective, and his companion, Dr. John Watson. Sherlock, Dr. Warson, this is Amy Pond, toughest companion I can find and probably the best person in this room- Sorry John. Now, let's get going, shall we?" Rory poked his head out of TARDIS and looked around.

"Can I come out now or-" He looked over and his eyes widened when he spotted John. "Dr. Watson?"

"Rory? What are you doing with the Doctor and-"

"John, he's Amy's husband," Sherlock informed him, "Isn't it-"

"No, Sherlock. It's not obvious. Nothing about this bloody encounter has be obvious." He sank into his chair and rubbed his temples.

"I used to work with Dr. Watson, when I first became a nurse," Rory recalled, stepping out into the flat. "Then he went off to serve in Iraq. I thought you were-"

"I got shot," John muttered, effectively shutting Rory up. He stood, grabbed his laptop, and walked into the TARDIS. "What on... it's bigger on the inside!"

Sherlock slowly walked around the room. He paused, cocked his head like a dog on a scent, and whirled back around, running over to the other end room. The other four members of the growing company stiffly stood in the corner, not sure how to react. John was used to this by now, and the Doctor knew what Sherlock could be like, but Amy and Rory could barely stifle their laughter. Sherlock remained so serious, but was nearly hopping. After three minutes, he stopped and looked up at them.

"Something is very wrong here." He walked over to the windowsill and pushed away the curtain. "And it has something to do with this." The Doctor walked over, and recognized what Sherlock was pointing to.

"No. No, no, no, no!" He walked away and slumped onto the edge of the tipped couch

"Doctor, what is it?" Amy ran over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. John walked over and Rory was right behind him.

"Sherlock, is that...?"

"Sulfur?" Rory finished.