A/N: This one's only small - more of an interlude really - but I found that it was a good place to cut it and have only just realised that it leaves it a bit short… I'm sure that you guys won't mind/kill me though, right?

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Disclaimer: I owned the BBC back in 1876, unfortunately, due to some unforeseen time travel errors, I'm stuck here with no ownership.

The Doctor took one look at Sherlock's confused face, and clapped his hands together. "Right, club meeting, now!"

"Club?" John raised an eyebrow, but he moved to the living room area where everyone was congregating anyway. "What club would that be then?"

"Oh I don't know, the 'Geniuses and their Assistants' club." He improvised, waving his gangly arms above his head.

"Oi! I'm no assistant!" Amy protested from her seat in the old armchair.

"Fine. The 'Geniuses and their Companions' club then."

"I prefer the 'Companions and their Geniuses'." John winked at Amy and Rory and they chuckled conspiratorially.

"Fine. Whatever - the club name isn't important John." Sherlock interrupted, pacing in his eagerness to hear what the Doctor had to say.

"The club name is very important!" The Doctor protested.

"I want T-shirts." Rory agreed.

"And me" Amy and John nodded.

"Alright - the meeting is underway" The Doctor interrupted "All those in favour of Club t-shirts?" He raised his own hand and did a quick count of the others. "Alright then, that's four in favour, one against."

Sherlock sighed and raised his hand reluctantly. The Doctor grinned at him, "All in favour." He clapped his hands, "That's that settled then."

"Indeed. Now - you were going to say?" Sherlock prompted impatiently.

"Ahhh yes." The Doctor's face sobered up, and the others leant forward in their chairs in anticipation. "I have a few questions for you Holmes."

"Fine, is it relevant to the case?"

"Yes. Now - how many floors are in this house?"

Sherlock sighed, and leant back, "If this is just general knowledge then I could be doing something else…"

"It's important." The Doctor insisted.

"Just answer the question Sherlock." John sighed.

"Four. There's the basement, the ground floor where Mrs Hudson is, This floor, and John's room upstairs."

"And that's it?"

"Yeah. All storage space is the basement. There isn't even a loft." John said.

"Interesting."

Sherlock frowned slightly. "Why is it?"

The Doctor just nodded at the realisation dawning on Rory and Amy's faces; as they undoubtedly recalled the story he had told them about a similar case, and the looks of complete confusion on the faces of John and Sherlock.

"Follow me."

…..

It was colder outside then John had anticipated, and he briefly entertained the idea of popping back upstairs for his coat.

"No time" The Doctor whispered in his ear, and he jumped slightly, but sighed and just hugged his arms tighter around his torso in response. He didn't notice that Sherlock had edged closer to him in order to try and share body-heat when he'd noticed his discomfort.

Amy and Rory, however, had definitely seen, and stood 'awwh-ing' on the other side of the pavement.

"Right!" The Doctor coughed, "Club meeting part two is now called to order!"

"You're enjoying this too much" Amy grumbled, grinning at his injured expression.

"Shhh, Pond. Right; Sherlock. There are four floors you say?"

"Yes." He rolled his eyes disdainfully; he did hate repeating himself.

"Right." The Doctor agreed, and then went quiet, waiting for the realisation to dawn on the genius. In the end it was Doctor Watson then joined the dots the fastest.

"Wait. There's five." He glanced at the Doctor for confirmation. "I can see five floors. Why are there five floors?"The Doctor mock-frowned at him, in an experiment to see if his thoughts had already been manipulated.

"Do you not remember the fifth floor John?"John frowned in confusion, and then his face brightened up as he seemingly remembered something. "Oh yeah, of course!" he chuckled, "How could I forget? That was a bit stupid, sorry."

The Doctor glanced over at Sherlock, and saw the detective was pulling an expression that could only be described as pained.

"Sherlock?"

"There are only four floors. I know there are only four." He muttered under his breath, "I can see the other set of stairs in my mind Doctor, but I haven't ever noticed them before. I know they're not real." He looked up at the Doctor, Rory and Amy and sighed dejectedly. "They aren't real, right?"

The Doctor nodded, "Right."

John visibly shrank back into himself at the implication of the alien ideas, but shook off some discomfort when he saw Rory smiling understandingly a few yards away.

"This is like the crack in the wall all over again isn't it?" Sherlock sighed, rolling his eyes.

The Doctor grinned, "Oh yes. And it's going to be dangerous. There will most definitely be danger, and aliens, and running, and danger. You in?"

John just looked at the faces of his new mad-cap friends, huddled together in the cold as they were. "Oh Doctor" He grinned, "You had me at danger."

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