The Doctor and the other two spent time in the infirmary, Clara had gone off to fetch them something to snack on. John looked at Sherlock, "And this is why I quit running."

"I see that, John," Sherlock groaned as he turned away from him. The Doctor shook his head, "Can't bloody believe it, and he didn't attack us at all."

"We got what you were looking for and you're complaining how a giant machine thing didn't attack us?" John tried to look at the Doctor. The Doctor chortled, "Oh shut up, idiot!"

"I don't understand, why didn't he chase us?" Sherlock rubbed his eyes as he felt his heart settle. The Doctor shrugged, "Who knows?"

"Well, Doctor, consider this as my two week notice. I'm not going to be bait for you, anymore," John told him as he shifted in his spot. The Doctor nodded, "Likewise."

"Oi, I take this is almost like what you encounter in your adventures, isn't it, Doctor?" Sherlock looked over to the Doctor. The Doctor nodded, "Aye, this is what I have to put up with, while you two deal with idiots in costumes I'm dealing with a machine in a costume!"

"They don't make plots like those anymore," John sighed. The Doctor rubbed his eyes, "Well, let's hope this works."

"Likewise," he heard John and Sherlock say. Clara came back with some snacks she scrounged up and handed them off. The Doctor received a bag of Jelly Babies that he immediately devoured with no inclination as to whether he was actually tasting them or not. John and Sherlock ate the sandwiches that Clara found that they'd both eat. Clara looked at them all, "Well, are you done being idiots to one another?"

"Not by a long shot, my dear," the Doctor raised a Jelly Baby with his hand as he popped it into his mouth. "Not by a long shot."

"Agreed," John coughed. Sherlock rolled his eyes, "I was never part of their squabble."

"Oh I wouldn't say," John looked at him. Sherlock blinked, "What did I do?"

"Oh, what did you do?" John stared at him intently. He chewed his lips before he told Sherlock, "Because of your bloody insistence in blowing things out of proportion, we're stuck in a whole different universe, being chased by the bloody Tin Man. If you'd just solved the damn broker's murder, none of this would've ever happened!"

"You're saying it's my fault?" Sherlock looked at him. John nodded, "Yep. Because you sent me on a wild goose chase, ya damn idiot!"

"I never said you had to do it!" Sherlock shouted at him. John scoffed, "And when I don't you come up with a sad pathetic sob story about some damn thing to get my pity!"

"I never did that!" Sherlock shook his head. John rolled his eyes, "No because in order for you to do it you have to come to terms that you're doing it!"

"Enough of it from both of you, regardless of whether or not you would've missed out on this entirely is to be seen. So for my sake, shut up and quiet down and Doctor, if you poke the hornet nest one more time, I swear I'll leave you on the sun!" Clara growled at all of them. She rubbed her eyes and took a deep breathe. Things settled in the infirmary and Clara eventually left to go to the TARDIS, allowing the three men to sit around the infirmary. John scowled at Sherlock and Sherlock scowled back, the Doctor scowled at both of them. "I cannot believe you did this to me, Sherlock," John stared at him. Sherlock scoffed, "Well how was I supposed to know this would happen?"

"Oh, I'm sorry; didn't you say that you were a detective? So Mr. Detective, why didn't you detect?" John pointed. Sherlock rolled his eyes. The Doctor shook his head, "And you two are supposed to be the world renowned duo that solves crime?"

"At least we don't travel in a police box," John looked at him. The Doctor rolled his eyes, "Oh, I'm sorry, should I've come in a Bentley?"

Sherlock sighed, "There's no point in fighting. We're stuck together until this is resolved."

John looked to the ground and took a deep breathe, "I just wanted to go home, is that so much to ask for?"