Heyy :)

Here we go again, sorry it's taken so long for an update, but I have about ten tonnes of work to do, especially as I couldn't do any last weekend cos I was performing at my town's Christmas Light Switch on :D

But anyways, thank you to everyone who's been reviewing this :) and I'm so happy that people are picking up on stuff, especially becuse some of them are red herrings... ;)

That's all I'm saying - SPOILERS! *very bad River Song impression*

ahem...anyway, here's the next part :) enjoy!

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Benedict Cumberbatch, but I don't. *dayumm* Neither do I own Amy Pond, Sherlock, Doctor Who or any other BBC stuffs mentioned here :p

Amy ran across the road, embracing the Doctor with unhidden relief. He pulled away, his face serious.

"Amy I've told you about the Master haven't I? What he did?" his voice shook, and his hands were clammy. A shiver ran down Amy's spine – she had never seen him this afraid before. Nodding hesitantly, she remembered the stories the Doctor had told her; of Harold Saxon, and the year that never was.

"But Doctor, that was a long time ago. You were a different man back then" She picked a piece of fluff from his shoulder, before noticing he was staring at Sherlock.

"Speaking of a different man...who are you?" the Doctor strode across, offering his hand to Sherlock. Sherlock shook it.

"The name's Sherlock Holmes. I'm a consulting detective. Amy' been dragged rather unwillingly into my latest case"

Amy blushed, muttering something about it not being entirely unwillingly. The Doctor simply smirked.

"But that's impossible." He scoffed. "Who are you really?"

The consulting detective looked confused, his icy blue eyes regarding the Doctor's skinny frame. The Doctor gaped back.

"Sherlock Holmes? As in, the Sherlock Holmes of 221B Baker Street? As in the novels by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle? Hound of the Baskervilles? The Speckled Band? Moriarty?"

At the mention of his enemy's name Sherlock's head snapped up to glare at the Time Lord.

"What the hell do you know about Moriarty?" he hissed.

"Only that neither of you should be real. Two fictional characters, alive and well in 21st century London. Oh god – London. It always has to be London, doesn't it? London or Cardiff." The Doctor ran a hand through his unkempt hair.

Sherlock looked intrigued, his eyes lighting up at the prospect of another puzzle to solve, though he really didn't see how this was possible – fictional characters indeed.

Back at 221B, the three sat in awkward silence. Amy picked at her flaking nail polish, Sherlock tapping away at the keypad of his laptop, the Doctor simply staring at the consulting detective with awe.

"The thing that bothers me, is that you, Amy, have never heard of Sherlock." He looked across at his companion, who merely shook her head, saying nothing.

"And when I googled him, the only results were that of his website. The Science of Deduction. Very interesting." He nodded his approval.

"Thanks" Sherlock nodded back, acknowledging the compliment.

The Doctor leant over the desk, flicking pieces of paper disinterestedly, trying to connect all his thoughts. His fingers traced the patterns etched on the front of a dusty fob watch lying amongst the clutter. Something at the back of his mind stirred. Something was wrong.

Suddenly, it was like a lightbulb had lit up in his head. The thought came rushing from the darkness and cleared the fog that had settled over his mind. He spun on his heel and grabbed Amy's shoulders, startling her.

"Where's Rory? Why isn't he here?" he asked, breathless with excitement. She shook her head.

"We had a bit of a fight. He texted me saying he was back in Leadworth."

The Doctor jumped up, clapping his hands together.

"You see, that's not right. Rory loves you to pieces, more than even you can imagine. He waited for over 2000 years, guarding you while you were inside the Pandorica, through so many battles, never once leaving you. Why would he change now? No. Something is definitely wrong."

As if in response, Sherlock's phone once again sprang into life, only this time it was ringing. The Doctor put a finger on his lips, silently telling Amy to keep quiet, and crept to sit next to Sherlock. He reached across, took the phone from Sherlock, and answered it…

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