Author's Note: Chapter eight here we go! Thank you everyone who has ever reviewed or read, or whatever. I do not own Sherlock or Doctor Who.

Dear Taylor the Fangirl, OOC stands for Out Of Character.

Enjoy my pretties!

"No," Mycroft stated firmly, but his posture spoke of an apprehension his voice did not relay.

The Master pouted, "Oh please! It would make me oh so happy and much more likely to behave or cooperate," he goaded, tugging at his adversaries forearm.

"No Master, the TARDIS is all I have these days, I need her."

"For what? No offense but a government agent with unlimited power and massive influence isn't really in need of his old time machine is he? The navigation is shot, your Chameleon Circuit has been disconnected for centuries old friend. You've been stuck with a fixer-upper for quite some time and I would be delighted to take it off your hands," he explained.

"Mycroft, you know, you don't really use the TARDIS much, and the whole of humanity is kind of at stake here, just saying," I pointed out.

The look on his face at my saying that would have been freaking hilarious had the situation not been so dire.

"I knew I liked him, quite a bloke don't you think Doctor?" the Master draped his arm around my shoulders and gave a coy wink, "We should hang out."

"This is not up for debate, the TARDIS shall remain in my possession, anything else within reason you shall have," Mycroft reasoned, "Anything else."

"Anything else? Is that really true? What if I asked for, Earth? Or the Solar System? Or this body? Or your umbrella?" a shadow flickered across Mycroft's face, eliciting a small smile from the Master, "Or John?" he added on a slightly for serious note.

"What are you getting at Master?" Mycroft urged.

"I'm trying to say, anything that is of any value to me, is off the table," he pursed his lips in annoyance before the eerie grin returned with a vengeance, "So help me out, the TARDIS for the human race."

I could see the battle playing across the Timelords face as he weighed the benefits against the detriments. The Master tapped his blank wrist.

"We haven't all day Doctor dear, every second the Cybermen come closer to their quarry!" he reminded a bit too cheerily, already fully aware of his own victory.

Mycroft huffed a defeated sigh, and pulled a key from his pocket, "There you rampant swine, take it, but I want the information now."

The Master snatched the key and danced around the room tauntingly.

"Well?" I spat. He stood behind me and rested his bony chin on my shoulder.

"Patience is a virtue Johnny boy, and you have struck me as the virtuous type, do live up to your potential," he said, the words whispering against my ear.

"Get off me," I demanded, jerking away from his touch. The Master gave a look of exaggerated offense.

"If I remember correctly not an hour ago we were snogging like lovers my dear," he practically sang, stuffing the TARDIS key into his pocket.

"I was snogging Sherlock! Not you!" I exclaimed, ignoring the strange look Mycroft was shooting me.

"Semantics," he waved a dismissive hand, "I had this body before Sherlock was even 'born'. He pretty much stole it from me! And I like this one too, blondie was a bit queer."

"Just shut up, your voice is honestly making me queasy, go bother some other poor soul, I've nothing to do with your space business!" I shouted, storming from the room.

Without thinking I grabbed my browning from the duffel bag still lying by the front door. You never know when you'll meet evil aliens out to get your planet.

When did I start having thoughts like that?

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By the time my thoughts slowed enough so that I could safely return to the flat, it was midnight.

Luckily, it seemed empty, so Mycroft and the Master must have cleared out, because any energy I had left to deal with them had leeched away along with the hours.

I hung up my jacket, packed away my browning, brushed my teeth, and basically completed every pre-bedtime routine on auto-pilot.

After snuggling into the nice and cozy cocoon of thin blankets on the floor in the absence of a bed, I slept a very much needed sleep, only to not do much sleeping.

CRASH

I jerked my head up from the painfully flat pillow.

"Who's there?" I called, crawling out of the blankets and inching towards the entry-way to the kitchen. I entered the living room to see a thin shadow emerge from the darkened corner holding the vase Mrs. Hudson gave us to spruce up the new flat.

"Sorry John, didn't mean to frighten you," the Master stated flatly, dropping the vase into my arms.

"What are you doing here? Didn't Mycroft cart you off somewhere!?" I yelled, furiously, "I cannot even believe you have the audacity to return!" He raised an eyebrow.

"Honestly John, I haven't the foggiest idea what you're talking about, so, I'm just going to get to bed, yeah?"

And with that, the crazed extra-terrestrial being strutted off to the washroom.

What the…

The utter silence of the moment was interrupted by the chiming of my phone.

I managed to get the information out of the Master and got the TARDIS back, Sherlock is back in his body. I also wiped his memory of the past week so he doesn't remember any of the messy, relationship related issues that have arisen today. Don't thank me. –MH

I had to read the text twice before the information completely sunk in. And by the time that it had, there was another text.

I could use the both of yours help with finding the star, as the information was, vague. Do not tell Sherlock the truth just yet, leave that bit to me. –MH

No, no, nonononononono. I am DONE with space business. DONE! I told myself, though knowing, deep down inside, that when the black car pulled up outside the flat tomorrow, we would be in it.

Sherlock is back! Yay!

Now, my updates may start to become few and far between come the start of school on August 13, you have been warned.