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And, so we're all clear, I own none of the shows herein. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction, I'd be writing scripts for them.

It was an average day in the TARDIS; The word "average" being used loosely, because there was no such thing as an average day in the TARDIS, just days where things blew up and the Doctor babbled about "Science-y and Time-y Wime-y things", where Rory sighed, kissed Amy, and went off for a cup of tea, and Amy laughed, kissed Rory back, and teased the Doctor about his bowtie.

It was one of those days, when the Doctor was fiddling with the tubes and knobs below the TARDIS console, that something blew up, and there was actually no time for poor Rory to go get a cup of tea to steady his nerves. According to the clock on the wall, which adjusted its time to whatever sun it was closest to, it was 193 zero zero, (the two "zeroes" indicating that it was afternoon), or roughly about 2:15 by Earthen standards. The TARDIS had been experiencing some mild turbulence, and was protesting slightly, creaking and groaning whenever she had to do anything. The Doctor was under the console, as earlier stated, Rory was above the console, attempting to push the buttons the Doctor asked him to and often failing, and Amy was handing tools to the Doctor whenever he called out for them.

"Hammer!"

Amy pulled a hammer out of the Tool Box (another thing that was bigger on the inside than on the outside and gave you the exact tool that you needed when you wanted it) and handed it to the Doctor. The Doctor promptly smashed it into the machinery. "Rory! Flip the Atmospheric De-Pressurization Switch!"

"Which one's that?" Rory called out helplessly, looking out over the sea of buttons and switches and levers and breaking into a cold sweat.

"The green one with the red streamers!"

"Oh, right, it would be the green one with red streamers." Rory said dryly, crossing round the console. It was a few moments until he finally found a lever that looked like it had been colored with a green crayon and someone had cut a red balloon into strips and attached those strips to the end of the lever. "Time lord technology." He muttered. "What other lever would it be, Rory? Of course it's the one with red streamers. Not the one with the blue potato buds or the Barbie doll head, but the one with streamers." He grumbled to himself as he pushed the lever downwards. It resisted, but he managed with a little force.

There was a small thump as he pushed it down, and then, with a crack, all the lights in the TARDIS abruptly went out.

"Arizona's hot, man."

"Thank you for the enlightening words." Sam Winchester said dryly, as he reached into the backseat to grab his laptop.

"I'm not being stupid, I'm just making a basic observation!" Dean exclaimed, apparently in a very good mood. "Lighten up and live a little, dude."

"Commenting on the general overall temperature of Arizona's arid climate does not count as 'living a little'." Sam replied absently, opening his laptop and going through his most recently made file of evidence.

Dean glanced away from the red sand and cactus littered scenery to glance over at his brother. "Whoa, hey, college size words. Somethin' bothering you?"

"Why would something be bothering me?" Sam asked absently, as he skimmed through a news article he'd saved to the computer.

"Because you normally use big words when something's bothering you, or when you're trying to show off. You don't have a show offy tone, and you're being pretty bitchy. So...something wrong?"

Sam looked up from his computer and stared at Dean in silence.

"What?" Dean asked with a shrug. "Just...noticing stuff..."

"You surprise me sometimes. Thought you hated the chick flick stuff."

"I do! It's just...I can be observant, okay? Got a problem with that?"

"No...not really..."

"OKAY! So. Is something bothering you or not?"

Sam considered what his answer should be for a moment, before sighing, crossing his arms and saying, "Nah. Nothing."

"Took your time on the answer."

"Shut up, I'm fine." Sam snapped, a little more fiercely than he meant to. As if to soften it a bit, he leaned back and added, "Seriously."

Dean shrugged and raised his fingers from the wheel in a surrendering gesture. "'s cool man. It's cool. Just asking."

They drove on in silence for another ten minutes, Dean tapping out a beat to a song in his head against the steering wheel, and Sam quietly researching a series of murders that were occurring in Rosita, a small town in the middle of Arizona. Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Hey!"

"What?" Dean asked, glancing over.

"...there's Wifi out here. Five...bar Wifi."

Dean slowed the Impala to a crawl, and leaned forward in his seat. Sam did the same. They surveyed the landscape in front of them. Orange, almost red sand, olive green cacti with lots of "ouch like" (Dean's words) spikes, tall, reddish rock formations, and bright blue sky all around.

This was literally the middle of nowhere. There wasn't even cell phone reception. So...Wifi?

"Well that's different." Dean said.

"You're doing well on stating the obvious." Sam commented, as he connected to the Wifi network labeled 'Blue Box'. "Not even a password. Dude, I'm on the...uh. What..." He clicked a few times, typed a few things, and looked over at Dean, "This is weird."

"What is?" Dean leaned over to see what his brother was looking at. He leaned back again. "Weird. Can you click out of it?"

"Not really. Can't find an exit button."

Dean eased back on the gas, and pulled the car over to the side of the road, creating a dust storm as he braked to a stop. He then leaned over towards his brother's laptop again, looking at the video chat screen it was showing. The camera seemed to be displaying a cheerfully orange lit, though oddly decorated, circular room. Nobody was showing up in the camera yet.

"Hello?"

A/N: Just sort of setting things up in this chapter. Sherlock and John will appear later.