Ooooooookay! Now to the past with the Doctor and his lovely companion: the one and only Donna Noble! I know, just as you were thinking: "Could this story get any more confusing?" I went ahead and added the Doctor (It is a WhoLock after all)! And everyone knows, there is nothing more confusing than the Doctor! ...We-e-ll, except maybe all the people who don't like Doctor Who or Sherlock...those people are really confusing.

Anywho, enjoy!

~SimmonsButterflys

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or Sherlock, nor am I responsible for the people who miss out on everything because they don't appreciate BBC's creations.

A few weeks earlier…

"Donna! Grab the yellow rope! Grab the YELLOW rope! PULL DONNA! PULL!"

The Doctor and Donna were (yet again) in danger of losing their lives. Apparently, on this planet of whatever-it-was-called wearing tight-fitting suites was considered extremely scandalous and scandal was punishable by three months in prison. The Doctor of course had decided that prison sounded like a rubbish place to go so he had become a fugitive on the run. Now everything circled around Donna pulling the yellow rope without moving the red one next to it but if anyone could do that, it was Donna. She grunted and jumped up, wrapping her legs around the rope and putting her full weight on it. The rope began to descend. With a thud she hit the ground,

"Is that all, Space-man?" she demanded in a rough voice. The Doctor shoved the doors of the TARDIS open and dragged the willing red-head in after him,

"Hold on to something!" The Doctor screeched. Donna gripped onto the railing as she heard the sound of the angry but modest aliens approaching the room they had locked themselves into. The TARDIS jerked suddenly and the Doctor was flung to the side. In a flash, he had returned to the consul and brought down his mallet with a hard whack; the machine shuddered and lurched again. Then it suddenly froze. The Doctor collapsed into the cushioned couch, "Well," he coughed, "that was…interesting."

Donna swayed slightly as she let go of the bar; she kicked off her high heels without bothering to see where they landed. She flopped down next to her skinny friend,

"Can we not do that again?" She asked in a quiet voice. The Doctor made eye contact with her,

"Donna?" he said as his eyes widened and his face took on his 'everything's gonna be fine- well, not really but we can pretend' look, "are you feeling okay?" Before Donna could answer she felt an unreasonable wave of exhaustion crash over her,

"I'm…mmm…I'm feeling sleepy all of a sudden…" She struggled to keep her eyes open as the Doctor pulled out his sonic. He scanned her several times before putting it away.

"You're fine. It's just a sleeping dose they must have given you. Best just to sleep it off." Donna would have made some sort of witty comment to this but she was just too tired at the moment. She let her eyes fall shut and the sound of the TARDIS lulled her off to dream land.

Donna began to dream that she was in a very big building. She was standing with the door just behind her; there was a long hallway before here with doors and doors and doors branching off, at the end of the hallway stood two men, back to back. One was tall with a look of authority, his black curls shifted as he looked towards Donna. The other man was short with an attitude that was very different; he stood with his shoulders slouched and stared off into the darkness. He moved only when the other man did, like a shadow. The tall man turned and stood facing Donna. The red-head took a cautious step forward.

"Who are you?" She asked the man.

" 'Help me.' " Both men spoke at the same moment, " 'The watch must be given to the Detective. Give it to him, Donna.' " Donna's eyes widened,

"How do you know my name?" She demanded. Gold light filled the air around the man.

" 'Oh, Donna.' " The shorter man stepped out so that he was standing next to other man. The light was emitting from him. His eyes glowed, 'Don't you see?' he asked, 'How obvious you are?' He took a step towards here. The taller man stood as if in a trance, unmoving,

"All right, you," Donna snapped, "Stop it, now!"

"Help me." The plea came weak and quiet. It was the taller man. "Please, help me." He begged. Donna watched with a terrible feeling in her gut. What was she suppose to do?

The shorter man laughed and sneered. Then, all at once, he became serious. He stood directly in front of Donna; the light coming from him nearly blinded her. 'Wake up.' He breathed.

Donna sat bolt upright. She was alone in the consul room. The woman stood up and put her hand to her head; how long were these dreams going to last? She plunged her hand into her pocket and pulled out a small round object. It had be a gift from the locals on a planet called Memoritan. According to the Doctor, they went through time and space collecting things to add to their collection of memories. She had found the watch outside a gift shop and in the end, they had just given it to her. She had been glad to have some sort of alien souvenir and had thought of giving it to her grandfather, but with all the dreams that came with it she wasn't so sure anymore. As she held the watch she felt it's now familiar warmth; a pulse emitted from it causing Donna to drop it. That was new. The sound of whistling caught her attention; she scooped up the watch and stuffed it into her pocket.

"Time to talk to the Doctor." She muttered as the man walked in.

"Hello, Donna," the alien greeted her, "How'd ya sleep?" Donna informed her friend that she had slept very well.

"Doctor," she began, "You remember that planet we went to with all those memories?" The Doctor nodded.

"Memoritan? Yes, I remember that. That was fun; we almost got our minds wiped." He grinned like a school boy on a Saturday. Donna rolled her eyes.

"Doctor, I'm trying to be serious." The Doctor glanced at her and then put down the wires he had been holding. He walked over and sat down next to his companion.

"What's wrong?" He asked. Donna pulled out the watch.

"This," she began, "I found it on that planet. They gave it to me as a gift, probably because they wanted to make up for trying to wipe my memory. I've had it ever since then but it's warm and it keeps giving me these weird dreams…Doctor?" The Doctor was staring at the watch; his expression completely changed. His hand shook as he reached for the small device. Donna let him take it although she found it slightly difficult to do so. The Doctor turned the watch over in his hands,

"It's definitely warm…" he attempted but then fell back into silence.

"Doctor?" Donna asked with some concern, "Doctor, are you alright?" The alien cleared his throat.

"Yeah…it's a…memory container. Nothing important."

"Oh." Donna said, "Are you sure? I thought that you said you could feel anything from memories..." The Doctor gave her a solid, no argument face.

"I'm positive."

Anything that either Donna or the Doctor had to say was instantly forgotten as the TARDIS took matters into her own hands. The ship flung itself to one side; Donna grabbed the seat just in time but the Doctor was thrown at the railing. Donna heard his head make contact with the metal and she saw the Doctor go limp.

"Doctor!" she screamed as the time machine shook again. This time she was sent onto her hands and knees; the doors of the TARDIS banged open and the watch went sailing out. The lights went out as the ship began a rapid descent. Where ever they were going, the TARDIS felt like making a dramatic crash entrance.

*whispers* what will happen next?