~ The First Planet ~
"You mean you think she was being followed?" John watched Sherlock fold origami. They were still onboard the TARDIS, yet they hadn't left their room since the previous night.
"No, I mean I know she was being followed. How else does a girl go missing in space? She didn't have a ride back if she decided to go exploring by herself. That means she wasn't running away from the Doctor, but from a person following her." He placed another neatly folded paper crane on top of his bed.
"So… secret admirer turned crazy?"
"Aliens, John."
"Human slave trade?"
"It's a Bird Market. For aliens."
"Ok, then, stalker."
Sherlock sighed and turned his focus from the origami to John. "Look, we have to realize that this case is different from any we may have had before. We have aliens involved, as well as giant bird markets. We need a new approach."
"So… what do you suggest?"
The Doctor was lounging on a chair below the console room when he heard his companions shuffle around above. Delighted for company, he put on his bow tie and climbed out of the opening in the console room floor. "Hello! How are my two favorite male companions of the human race?"
"We need you to bring us to the Bird Market. Now." Sherlock replied.
"Uh, please.' John added briefly.
The Doctor looked up at the ceiling of the TARDIS. "I suppose. She doesn't seem as ill anymore. Later, though, because I'm hungry. I choose where we eat."
Thus they ended up on Earth, at a Starbucks in London. A group of college-aged girls were looking at the Doctor and giggling.
"He gets along with the ladies." John remarked as he drank a large coffee.
Sherlock stirred some sugar in his drink, and didn't even bother looking up. "I detest adolescents…"
The Doctor came back to their table in the corner and smiled at the both of them. "One of the many reasons I enjoy London. Loads of Starbucks, and loads of people."
Sherlock was looking deep into his cup as if it held all the answers of the universe. "Starbucks. Star. Bucks. What does it mean?"
John chuckled into his mug. "Are you talking about the café or the case?"
"Very funny, John."
They all sat in silence until they'd finished their drinks. They had cleaned up after themselves and were about to walk out of the shop when John stopped them.
"What is it, John? You're blocking the door." Sherlock tried to look around to what was keeping John's attention. On the tiled floor in front of the entrance was a business card on creamy white stock paper. Slowly picking it up, John read aloud to the other two, "Bad Wolf Businesses. Contact us. Doctor." He showed the other two, and noted the Doctor's ashen face. There was a phone number beneath the writing, but John didn't have the chance to read it as the Doctor quickly took the card and ripped it. "Come on, we can't dilly-dally all day in coffee shops. We need to find Clara."
They were all back in the TARDIS, and had landed on what they assumed was the Bird Market planet. Avalon, as the Doctor called it. Before Sherlock could start looking for clues, however, The Doctor had listed off what they could or could not do.
"We cannot separate. It is important that you two stick with me, or you troublemakers could find yourselves behind bars. Mind you, some alien planets have stricter regulations and laws than Earth. Find anything, anything at all, tell me right away."
The Doctor strode to the door, and slowly opened it. The two detectives looked in awe as the sight of another world came to view.
"Welcome to your first alien planet."