A/N: I'm back! Again.
You do remember me, right?
Anyway, lovely to be back to writing this story, as of this moment (as I'm typing) it's been exactly one month since I finished the LotR arc of this story, and it's been on hiatus ever since. I was busy with things and stuff.
Important things and compulsory stuff.

This chapter's going to be short, light, and not going to be the start of another arc. I'm waiting a while before starting another one of those, because, whew, they're like black hole vortex things that suck you in and never let go till you finish writing them.

Enjoy!

"Behold!" The Doctor triumphantly held out a silvery plastic cuboid with flashing red lights and a motionless mini satellite dish. "Hmm, that should be spinning," he muttered under his breath, giving it an experimental poke.

"Let me guess. It's a device for detecting Sues." said River.

The Doctor glared at her. "Not only that. It can act as a portable microwave, and, erm... the dish spins, okay?" He poked it harder. Nothing happened. He gave a small cough and continued.

"Anyway, the beauty of this little device is that I can connect it to the TARDIS console to take us where we want to go, and then take it with us to track down the location of aforementioned timorous beastie."

He plugged it in, pressed a button, threw a few switches. A faint ding was heard and the TARDIS engines started.

River checked a nearby monitor screen. "London, early 21st century." she said. "All of time and space, and you always seem to end up here."

The hands picked up the small cup, and a careful measure of the tea was sipped. He put it down and spoke to the woman sitting opposite him.

"You say you were her... sister?"

The woman in red replied in a high pitched, nearly nervous voice. "is that weird for you? because we were actualy... cousins."

"Really? You said sisters earlier."

"i meant we was like sisters."

"Were like sisters." he corrected idly.

The door to the living room opened and another man entered. The man sitting in the armchair looked up and gave a faint smile. "Ah, Doctor, excellent to see you. This is my latest client, Susanne... Innocence Adler. Miss Adler, this is my good friend and colleague, Dr. John Watson."

"Sherlock Holmes," said the Doctor as he crossed the street, River in his wake, "is a Multiverse-hopper's field day. He quite possibly exists in more forms across the Universes than any other individual across time and space. In most he's a detective living in Victorian London, in ours he is nothing more than a figment of the mind of one Arthur Conan Doyle, possibly inspired by our mutual friend Madame Vastra."

"So why are we, once again, in the 2010s?" asked River.

"Well, this is where it gets interesting. You see, in this particular Universe, his entire timeline is shifted by about a century into the future, including his entire ancestry and those of his close acquaintances."

"So you've met him before?"

"Yeah, I have actually. Took him for a little spin in the TARDIS. He wasn't... as impressed as you might think."

"What, time travel not enough for him?"

"No... we actually didn't get along very well." The Doctor's voice dropped a bit. "To be honest, he's a bit... full of himself."

"He was a bit full of himself?" River asked.

"Yes, that's what I just said. You should pay more attention when I'm speaking."

"So why exactly are you here Susanne?" Sherlock was getting a bit impatient. Ten minutes of attempting to interview the woman, and somehow she always managed to steer the conversation back to how similar and close she was to her cousin, Irene.

Susanne looked straight into his eyes. "well its about my sister i mean cousin."

Sherlock raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"yes." said Susanne Innocence, failing to notice the sarcasm. "you see, shes gone mising and... and i wanted you to come with me to search for her."

Sherlock glanced at John out the corner of his eye. The retired army doctor was sitting on the sofa and watching him intently.

Sherlock cleared is throat. "Irene was put into a witness program in America some time ago. I'm sorry, but I can't track her down, even if I wanted to."

There was an awkward silence for a few moments. Then Susanne Innocence spoke up.

"no shes not."

Sherlock groaned. "Yes, she is."

"no, she's not. I saw-"

John stood up. "Okay, that's quite enough Susan, or whatever your name is."

"SIT DOWN!" Susanne spat in his direction eyes flashing. She turned back to Sherlock, docile and sweet once more.

"so as i was saing-"

There was a faint buzzing sound from outside, and the door burst open.

"Sorry." a voice said. "Didn't want to inconvenience anyone by knocking."

"Also," a woman's voice added, "He feels the need for dramatic entrances."

Sherlock sighed. "Doctor, this really isn't the time."

"Doctor?" asked John. "Doctor who?"

Sherlock turned to him. "Remember that time, a few months ago, when I vanished into that Police Box?"

"Yes," said John slowly, "You never actually did tell me what happened."

"He happened." replied Sherlock, with a glare at the Doctor.

"What are you glaring at me for? I took you to see Edgar Allan Poe!"

"Yes, but then you left me stranded for a week in 1840, while you disappeared to who knows where!"

"Fine, so I'd gone to meet with Charlie Chaplin. But you were having such a boring discussion, and I only meant to go for a few hours, so technically it's the TARDIS's fault."

River cleared her throat. "It's lovely to see the two of you getting along so nicely, but aren't we forgetting something?"

The Doctor pulled the Sue-detector out of his coat. He pointed at Susanne, and it made a faint ding sound. "There we go. Mr. Holmes, I have reason to believe that this woman sitting before you is in fact, an alien impostor."

"Oh." Sherlock said. "That would actually concur with my line of reasoning. How do you propose we deal with it?"

River tossed him a spork. Susanne's eyes widened. "but Sherl, you cant-"

Sherlock leaned forward and prodded her with the utensil. She vanished. He leaned back in his chair.

"Well, that was a relief. I was getting rather tired of her. Thank you Doctor."

"Did she seriously just call you Sherl?" John asked.

"Shut up," snapped Sherlock. "Shouldn't you be a bit less coherent? You just saw a woman vanish, right before your eyes!"

"Yeah, well it tends to happen a lot around you."

"Anyway," the Doctor interrupted, "I see your tea has gone cold. Allow me to deal with that." He pointed the Sue-detector at the china cup and pressed a button.

Nothing happened.

"Funny." he muttered, shaking it. "That should be working."

"So should the spinning dish." said River. She moved towards Sherlock. "So, you're a detective?"

"And, we're leaving." said the Doctor hastily. "Come on River."

"Yes, you really should be going," said Sherlock, "Goodbye"

"Until next time." replied the Doctor, closing the door behind them.

"Well, that was... interesting." said John.

Sherlock was groaning. "Dear God, there's going to be a next time?"

When did Sherlock and the Doctor last meet? Check out this awesome YouTube video : WHOLOCK - Sherlock meets the Doctor. It is made by a master (no, not The Master) of video manipulation and editing.

Also, the title of this chapter shares the name of a Doctor Puppet episode, though for different reasons. Again, an absolutely brilliant tribute to Doctor Who, it can be found on YouTube.

And no, I am not advertising. These are just some of the things I really love, and I wanted to share them with you lot.

Leave a review if you please, suggest more places for the Doctor and River to visit.

Also, there is a reference to a particular famous Fourth Doctor episode hidden in the last chapter. First three people to PM (NOT COMMENT) me with the line get an exclusive peek at the next chapter, as soon as I write it.

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