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She looked out the door, which had come open. They were in London, but the TARDIS was dark, which indicated they were in another dimension. She grinned devilishly. "Penny, come on." Grabbing the girl's hand, who was too stunned by the fall, she seized the Doctor's screwdriver and ran outside the TARDIS, this time slamming the door behind her and choosing a setting, aiming it at the lock.

"Wh-What did you d-do?" Penny asked.

"Bought us two hours." Sara started laughing. "Can't believe he fell for all that."

"All what?"

"Cyanide…"

"You-You mean...?" Penny asked.

"Sugar pills."

"Sara, you scared me!" Penny gave her a small smack before folding her arms.

"Well, it wouldn't have worked if you didn't believe it." Sara felt a bit of regret and frowned. "I'm sorry. I really am."

Penny looked only relieved that Sara hadn't tried to take her own life. "So wh-which dimension is this?"

"Not sure, but..." Right in front of them, Sara noticed a familiar figure walking down the street as two men approached him, one swiftly stabbing him in the neck with a needle as he struggled but eventually collapsed. "Oh my God! Oh my God, it's like Christmas! This is the best thing ever!" Sara started to clap excitedly.

"Is that-"

"Yes, that is Watson." Sara grinned. "Martin Freeman Watson." She turned to Penny. "We have to get to St. James Park."

"But-But Sherlock will just go and-and save his life any-anyway." Penny said.

"Well, there's no real reason if you remember episode three. Has nothing to do with episode one, although it's rather stupid that it took him so long to figure out that today was November the fifth, don't you think?"

"Y-Yeah, even some Am-Americans know what h-happens then." Penny agreed. "But-But why are we saving Wa-Watson instead of Sh-Sherlock?"

Sara winked. "Introductions." The two girls ran and Sara hailed a cab, heading in the direction of the park.

I was a bit regretful that I didn't get talk with Nine a bit more, he was my favorite Doctor other than Four, but then again, he was still the Doctor, not matter what regeneration he was in. The TARDIS had to take a while to locate where exactly the other TARDIS was, even with my helpful directions of "somewhere in New York near the airport." He was going to leave me in the TARDIS to wait, but I convinced him that Sara would be more likely to struggle, thinking that he did something dastardly.

"Dastardly?" He repeated, incredulous at my word choice. "Dastardly? Since when do I ever do anything dastardly?"

"Since Ame-Amelia Pond's house when you k-kidnapped her," I reminded him helpfully. "Are we, are we ever going to p-pick her up? I liked her, sh-she'd be a great c-companion and-and she's ginger, she could join m-m-my Gingers United group."

"Not helping, Penelope."

"Please? You-You could be an honorary ginger, p-providing if I find some hair-dye and if you let m-me go with!" I pleaded.

"I will not lower myself to being an-an-an artificial ginger!" He scoffed. "But…I suppose you could come with, providing that you don't wander off with her."

"I won't," I promised.

I didn't mean to break it, my promise, I mean, but Sara surprised me with her appearance. I thought that she was still being cured from swallowing those pills! I tripped after her as she dragged me outside the TARDIS, slammed the doors behind us, and used the slightly broken sonic my Doctor's tenth regeneration owned to do something to the handle. It let out sparks after it was done accomplishing whatever task Sara had given it, appearing nearly broken. Knowing that it likely wouldn't be of any use to this Doctor, just like in the show, she tossed it in the trash.

"Wh-what did you do?" I asked, surprised. Maybe that medicine the Doctor used was fast acting.

"Bought us two hours. Can't believe he fell for all that," Sara snickered, amused.

"All what?" I asked, clueless.

"The cyanide…" Sara prompted.

I still didn't understand. "Meaning?"

"Sugar pills."

Comprehension hit me just as hard as I cuffed my friend in the arm. "Sara, you scared me!" Feeling cross, I folded my arms like a disapproving mother scolding her child.

"Well, it wouldn't have worked if you didn't believe it," Sara said, guiltily. "I'm sorry, I really am."

My anger melted away and left as quick as it came. She was sorry and meant it. On to more important things. I unfolded my arms, asking, "So wh-which dimension is this?"

"Not sure, but..." She abruptly trailed off, looking at something behind us. "Oh my God, oh my God, it's like Christmas! This is the best thing ever," Sara exclaimed, clapping excitedly and looking almost as if she wanted to hop up and down in place.

Turning around I saw a familiar face of a man being hauled to a truck by two larger men. "Is that-"A kidnapping, in broad daylight?

"Yes, that is Watson, Martin Freeman Watson," Sara said, grinning broadly, answering the question that I wasn't originally asking but had nonetheless. "We have to get to St. James Park."

"But-But Sherlock will just go and-and save his life any-anyway," I protested, not wanting to interfere with an established timeline.

"Well, there's no real reason if you remember episode three, has nothing to do with episode one. Although, it's rather stupid that it took him so long to figure out that today was November the fifth, don't you think?"

"Y-Yeah, even a some Am-Americans know what h-happens then," I agreed, thinking of bonfire night, something that I knew existed because my birthday was the next day on the sixth. I blinked, tomorrow was my birthday. It took a herculean effort to return to the subject matter at hand. "But-But why are we saving Wa-Watson instead of Sh-Sherlock?"

Sara winked, "Introductions." It didn't explain much of anything, because I worried that we might accidently redirect Sherlock's wrath upon us, since he didn't believe in coincidences. Us saving John would be very suspicious, especially since we knew both of them and they never met us.

Then again, Sara must have a plan, she was usually so clever concerning these types of things, but if not, I would do my best to try to cover our trail. Sara hailed a cab and directed it to St. James Park. I eyed the taxi driver suspiciously, since in both the Doctor's universe and this one, taxi drivers had the possibility of being killers or robots.

Neither one of those option proved to be an exciting prospect.

"But-But, Sara," I said, "Doesn't the b-bonfire happen later at n-night? It's-It's still light out."

"Hmm, yeah, it does, but we can get a good spot and shop while we wait."

"Shop?" I asked, clueless as to why she'd want to go shopping of all things at a time like this.

"Yes, shopping. The 'car accident' you had hours ago in Forks certainly didn't help your outfit, it's all ruined now," Sara pointed out, not unkindly, as her eyes slid over to the taxi driver who was pretending to not be eavesdropping. "I'm taking you shopping for some new ones, besides, I could do with a change of clothes too, it wouldn't hurt."

My mouth formed an 'o' of understanding, seeing her logic. "M-Maybe I should get a haircut too…my ends a-aren't just sp-split, they're singed."

Sara let out a small snort of laughter. "Men, can't do it near as gracefully as women."

I nodded at her reference. "Y-Yeah, maybe Ro-Romana should've given the Doctor l-lessons on re-regeneration, since she d-did it c-constantly whenever she got b-bored with the c-current one she was in."

"So wasteful," Sara tsked.

"M-More than just a little," I agreed.

"That'll be £11.33, Ladies," the driver announced, coming to a stop at the park. Sara handed him her card, which ran through without any trouble. We stepped out of the cab and watched it drive away only for Sara to hail another one.

"It'll take us a half an hour to walk there and some taxi drivers get testy if you change destinations on them," she explained.

"Re-Really?" I asked. "You'd th-think that they wouldn't m-mind since they st-still get paid and-and all."

"You'd think," Sara echoed as she got into the second cab and directed it to Harrods. This ride didn't take nearly as long as the previous one and we bailed out as soon as we got to the mall. Sara directed me to a store that I didn't recognize and told me to choose whatever I wanted before she wandered off in search of clothes of her own.

I could feel the eyes of the store workers on me and had a feeling that they disapproved of my presence. I felt my face burn red in embarrassment as I tried to continue my searching for clothes. I glanced up to see one stare at me unabashedly in distaste, biting me lip, I quickly averted my eyes and picked out a light-colored top before scurrying over to the jeans section.

I quickly selected a pair there and fled to the changing room. The top was too big but I couldn't bring myself to go back to the section to choose another, so I changed back into my clothes and sought out Sara. She glanced down at me and smiled before asking, "Which one do you like better?" She held up a navy-blue colored shirt and a green and brown one.

I pointed at the latter, saying, "Brings out y-your eyes."

"Right, let's go check out," she remarked and went to the till with me close behind.

The women there looked surprised to see me there with Sara, but didn't mention it as one of them rang up the clothes. "That'll be £40.97," she drawled, eyes flicking between Sara and me.

Cool as a cucumber, she handed over her card, staring down the lady until she looked away, swiping the card and returning it with the clothes in their plastic bags. Sara handed the one with my clothes and I thanked her. "No problem," she said, a mischievous look in her eyes, "The least I can do when someone's house burns down."

We heard gasps behind us and didn't have to look to know it was from the store workers. We shared a grin before leaving the store behind and heading towards the women's room to change. "Priceless," Sara smirked.

"C-Can't blame them though, c-coming in, looking like I d-did," I said. "Unkempt and-and all."

"Didn't have to be so obvious or rude about it, we're customers, treat us as such."

"I-I guess, but if-if the Doctor came with us, it m-might've been too m-much. We'd h-have a harder time than the r-restaurant."

"Maybe," Sara allowed.

We changed and I dumped my burnt and ruined clothes into the garbage. I mournfully tossed my mostly destroyed scarf in with them. "I'll have to g-get another one s-soon, I rather liked the b-brown one," I mused. "At least I wa-wasn't wearing my f-favorite red one that d-day."

"Didn't take you for a scarf wearer."

"Th-They keep my n-neck warm and-and less likely to get b-bitten by sparkly v-vampires," I answered dryly, grinning when Sara snorted. "S-So, are we t-taking another c-cab?"

"No, let's kill some time, we're still early by a bit, besides, with the blockades put up, it'll probably take us longer." Sara pointed out the barrier the police put up in preparation for the celebration.

"Right."

The Doctor sulked in his TARDIS. Try as he might, he could not get the doors to open. They were deadlocked from the outside and the console controls were scrambled from the settings Sara used on his sonic. It would take him over two hours to fix them.

He had already turned on the examination program to investigate the exact area that needed repairing, but getting the diagnostics back would take a while. The Doctor huffed, he hated waiting, and he was a man of action, not one who sat around twiddling his thumbs. Who even did that anymore, twiddling thumbs? Certainly not him. He immediately leapt to his feet and started to pace.

He needed something to do, now.

His hands fluttered around, as if they were looking for something to alight on and fiddle with. He felt confined, trapped, and, worst of all, bored. How could anyone stand to just go through time the linear way, the longer way? It was driving him absolutely mad. He sympathized with Sara now and was amazed that she was still sane.

Worst part of all, it had only been nine minutes.

He adjusted his tie for the seventeenth time, only to rip it off. He found he didn't like it because it dangled too much and it got caught all too easily if he didn't wear his suit jacket or a vest over it. Speaking of his suit, what was left of it was absolutely ruined. He needed to change into something else.

The Doctor checked the monitor, it was still scanning.

He scowled, knowing he had no other choice, since he couldn't start repairs without being aware of what was wrong with the TARDIS. Muttering darkly, he stalked into the wardrobe, looking for something new to wear, when something caught his eye. There was a large, florescent-green sticky note on the mirror next to the fitting rooms. Curious, he walked over and read it.

Doctor,

Found you an outfit that will go with this newer you quite nicely.

~Penny

P.S. – Try the bow ties instead.

P.P.S. – And yes, I think you look very cool. The only thing that could possibly top it off would be a Stetson or a fez.

Bemused, he looked at the neat pile of clothes on the table beside the mirror. Penny must've done this earlier, before everything went as chaotic as it did. Feeling marginally better about the whole situation, he changed into the outfit that was provided. 'Having a ward who's a Precog can have its benefits at times,' the Doctor thought, admiring himself in front of the mirror.

He made to go hunt down the suggested Stetson or fez, but was interrupted by the sudden lurch the TARDIS gave. Forgoing his search, the Doctor instead raced to the console room and changed the monitor to view the outside of the TARDIS. The time machine continued to sway and tilt side to side the whole time, as if it was a ship at sea.

The monitor refused to function and reveal what was taking place outside and the Doctor realized with frustration on his part that Sara had also managed to knock out the visual sensors. He was blind as to what was happening to his TARDIS and was currently at the mercy of whatever was moving it.

After visiting a health spa, where they had their hair done in styles that Sara found very flattering, they decided to waste no further time and head to the park. Hailing a cab outside, Sara noticed it was dusk. They arrived at the location in time where so much in the way of celebrations had occurred. Sherlock appeared to be nowhere in sight. The sky was very nearly dark and the two girls ran to the bonfire and waited as Sara grinned at the scene before her. There was the child who was protesting to her father that she didn't think that the mannequin would like being burned. Understandable. She didn't think the historical figure enjoyed being hanged for blowing up Parliament, but that was beside the point. The man had turned to find a bigger flame.

"Are you, are you sure this is a good i-idea?" Penny asked.

Sara looked at her in confusion. "You don't like the show?"

"It's not that but-but... remember how Sh-Sherlock interrogated M-Mary's friend that was g-going to be an usher at her w-wedding?" Penny frowned. "He-He outright threatened hi-him."

"He likely didn't mean it." Sara remembered the episode but found the entire exchange humorous but still, she had no intention in getting on Sherlock's bad side, giving merit to Penny's argument.

Penny sighed. "W-Well, as long as we're c-careful." She examined the area. "Now?"

Sara shrugged. "Why not?" There was a bit of smoke coming from the bonfire from the man's previous attempt to light it, but immediately both girls yanked the kindling apart and successfully managed to drag Watson out while everyone's eyes widened.

"Just a prank." Sara explained. "Funny, huh?" The crowd was grumbling since they thought it in bad taste.

Watson was still only half conscious and coughing furiously.

"A p-prank?" Penny asked. "But-But Magnuson, if I remember, has p-people here so-"

"All they do is observe, don't worry about it, but he obviously needs to be healed." She assessed. "Can't leave him like this." Sara took note of John's condition. She focused her empathy towards John, remembering how much she didn't like being put to sleep, feeling a keen resemblance to how often the Doctor had rendered her unconscious in similarity to how John Watson was recently doped up on sedatives.

"He-He might see this," Penny advised warningly.

"Oh, right," Sara said, deciding to play the situation off as a magic trick. "And for everyone's enjoyment a special effects light show." She turned to Penny. "This should only weaken me a little."

"What?" Watson muttered. "You saved my life. Who are you two?"

"Just some good Samaritans," Sara told him. "Right Penny?"

"We-We saw that you were tr-trapped in that thing," Penny agreed, gesturing to the bonfire. In a moment, Sara set forth a golden light that sank into John, instantly healing him. At the same time, she and Penny felt a sting at the back of their neck. Penny immediately located the source, her eyes widened. "S-Sara, it's a tranquilizer d-dart." There was a smattering of applause in the background, in recognition of Sara's effort.

"What!?" Sara exclaimed. "Crap." Penny's system allowed for drugs to be not as readily absorbed, but after healing Watson, Sara energy had decreased leaving her more susceptible. She wouldn't have long before the effects became pronounced. She searched for the dart and clutched it in one hand, but she was already beginning to feel drowsy. Who would do this? Why?

"Penny, it must be Magnuson, help get me out of here." Suddenly, she realized the strength of Penny's arguments and considering the circumstances, now was not the best time to meet the famous detective. Immediately, the other girl started to propel her up and away, but Sara was becoming dead weight as she felt the drug exert ready control over her limbs.

"Who are you talking about?" John inquired. His head was clear and he vaguely remembered the two girls pulling him out of the bonfire as the older one performed an action, which seemed to clear away his drugged confusion and smoke inhalation instantly. He, in fact, felt better then he had prior to his sedation and abduction.

"No one," Sara called out as Penny helped assist in navigating her away from the scene.

"John, are you all right?" Sherlock and Mary had approached as the two girls ventured away. "John!" Sherlock was quickly assessing the situation and John's condition as Mary bent down next to her fiancé. "John, thank God." Mary's relief was prominent as she embraced him. "I didn't think we would get to you in time."

"We didn't," Sherlock said flatly. "John was given assistance by someone unrelated to myself or his abduction."

"Must be tremendously uncomfortable for you," John said dryly as he got to his feet. "But, it was those two," He nodded towards Penny and Sara. "Pulled me out and one of them..." He shook his head, feeling as though he lost his mind. "She-"

"Emitted a light particle wavelength, possibly due to an internal energy source?" Sherlock finished. He looked at the two girls suspiciously. They hadn't gotten very far, and he was determined they would not leave his sight until his questions were answered. He headed towards them as Mary and John followed. "You two, stop right this moment." He approached them, knowing that one girl was in danger of slipping into unconsciousness, while the other merely gasped in surprise at his sudden approach. "I feel I must inquire as to why you were on the premises, seems too convenient." He examined both girls in front of him.

"Saw him taken...Made an educated guess," Sara managed to say. This was not what she had intended by 'introductions'.

"Yet you had time to purchase new attire, have your hair styled before you made the decision to rescue my associate." He noted, calculating their appearance swiftly, noticing the too-new fabric and freshly cut hair.

"S-Sounds like the D-Doctor," Penny muttered.

"Doctor who?" Sherlock demanded. "Seems more of a scientist judging by your recent performance." He glanced at Sara. "I saw exactly what you did."

"Special effects," Sara claimed, her mind becoming more of a haze as she started to speak with far less inhibition than she usually had. "Don't you have a missing carriage to catch or maybe realize what holiday this is? Honestly, anyone who has seen V for Vendetta could figure out this case faster then you." Her tone was mocking and she gave herself a swift mental kick. Stop it.

Penny choked back a gasp in alarm. "Sh-She's just rambling, sm-smoke inhalation, I-I think," Penny assured them as she bent down to Sara.

Mary attempted to intercede. "Just let it go, they saved him and you're turning this into the Spanish Inquisition."

"They had foreknowledge of his whereabouts hours in advance and I intend to find out how they came across it."

"Sherlock, I like you, but you're treating this like a crime-" Mary attempted.

"The motorcycle needs to be returned to its rightful owner," Sherlock interrupted her and Mary frowned.

"Right now?" She asked. "But-"

"Otherwise, I estimate a 78.5 percent likelihood that the police will come to arrest the person or persons responsible." He looked at her. "You don't wish either of us to spend a night in prison, do you?"

Mary gritted her teeth and shook her head, turning back to John. "Make sure he behaves himself," she whispered. "You're still his best friend, right?"

"As much as it pains me," John replied. "I'll see you later tonight." Mary left the park, returning to the spot where the motorcycle had been left. At her departure, Sherlock and John returned their focus to the girls that had strayed across their path, who were attempting to distance themselves from the pair.

"I believe I asked you both to stop." Sherlock demanded, advancing on the two.

"Nothing more to say," Sara manage, her mind growing murkier by the moment. She turned to Penny. "We need to get out of here, this is embarrassing," Sara murmured. She couldn't stand that her first meeting was taking place while she was so physically and mentally compromised. It would be best to lay low for a couple days and attempt a meeting later when she was privy to all her faculties.

"I'm-I'm going to g-get a cab and-and have her ta-taken to the hospital," Penny told them, hoping it was enough for them to drop their pursuit as she clung onto Sara while approaching the street.

"Unnecessary, my friend is a doctor, and it would seem we have clients."

"Clients?" Penny asked, not liking the direction this was heading nor the implications behind that word, but, suddenly, her friend had completely collapsed on the ground. "Sara!" She looked down at her friend in panic as Sara gazed at her, a frantic look in her eyes.

"Can't move…" Sara said as she struggled to regain control of her own body. Sherlock was approaching her, and she shook her head in refusal. Her own instincts told her that there was something definitively wrong and not to trust him. "Penny, don't let him take me. We can't…No!" Sara cried out as Sherlock bent down, lifting her off the ground. "Stop, let go!" Sara protested as she pushed against him weakly. He only reasserted his hold, pushing Penny's arm away as she attempted to intervene. "N-No, really, I can, I can take care of her. W-We'll be o-okay and-"

He interrupted her, glancing down at Sara with a sense of satisfaction. "By all means, you can leave your friend to our care or you can join us." His tone was cold, clinical, the very same when he was on a case and he was sorting through details in his mind. Sara could hardly move in his arms, feeling her very strength being drained from her with each passing second. "Please, put me down," Sara managed. "Don't want…" She paused, trying to breathe. "Don't want to go…."

"That is unavoidable. It is for your own safety that this has been made necessary," he told her as he turned, carrying her towards the taxis, only giving a slight smile when Penny started to follow himself and John. Sara's grasp on awareness started to fade, and, despite her struggle to stay awake, she quietly slipped away into unconsciousness, becoming entirely limp in Sherlock's hold.

"Sh-she's going to b-be so angry. You-You have no idea wh-what happens when she l-loses her temper."

"As a high functioning sociopath, I believe can endure it. In the meantime, you can tell me why you have two heartbeats and how your friend is able to heal."

Penny shook her head as Sara gave a slight moan in protest as she unconsciously struggled to move. Sherlock seemed unperturbed, merely tightening his hold on her and Penny bit her lip. The Doctor wouldn't be pleased, not in the slightest. She joined the two men in the taxi. They were riding along in silence. "S-So is it true that you ha-have a mind p-palace?" Penny asked possibly thinking of her own guardian and inner thoughts, but was most likely trying to change the subject onto safer territory. Sherlock froze before staring at Watson, remembering briefly how Mycroft referred to everyone else as goldfish. These two girls definitely weren't.

"S-So, is it true that you ha-have a mind p-palace?" I asked, already knowing the answer, having seen part of it when Sherlock got shot by Mary, but wondered if he would be honest. He didn't give me an answer, so I continued, "M-Mine isn't so much a p-palace as a large r-room with many, many doors."

"How," was all he said.

"P-Pardon?"

"How was she able to do what she did and how do you have two hearts," he prompted a bit impatiently.

"I-I shouldn't tell you, the D-Doctor wouldn't like it, and-and I'm already g-grounded as it is..."

"So he's your guardian, your caretaker, something along those lines, which must make the two of you experiments or specimens of some kind, illegal human-"

"N-No!" I interrupted, feeling ill at the suggestion. "It's-It's nothing like that, the Doctor isn't...he's not... W-We're just his wards, he-he just makes sure we're s-safe from others, th-that's all!"

Sherlock raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Doubtful that it's as simple as that. Just by looking at you, I can tell that you've been heavily medicated over a long period of time, most likely by a strong anti-psychotic that made you easier to contain and control. This could possibly be the cause of your in ability to formulate complete and uninterrupted sentences or might be a consequence of you previous lifestyle. This would account for your simple-minded point of view and inability to read people correctly. You have likely been brainwashed into believing lies that your friend, Sara, had so readily caught on to. She's convinced you to come with her and now you are both on the run..."

I stiffened, astounded at his deduction, equal parts amazed and afraid.

He smiled, "Ah, I hit a nerve."

"Sherlock," John warned, turning around in his seat to frown at the detective. "Be nice, she's just a kid."

"Oh, but she's not, how old are you?"

"...Twenty-five."

"And looks not a day over nineteen, with her regressed mentality, younger still." He studied Sara, "I'm guessing she's quite the same way. How old is she?"

"I-I think she's...twenty-five, now too."

"See, John, neither of them are children."

"That's not what I meant, Sherlock, and you know it."

Sherlock made a noncommittal sound. They turned to look at me when I spoke up. "...Y-You're just as im-impressive as you were on the te-television," I breathed.

The man in question merely inclined his head and stepped out of the cab as it came to a stop, carrying Sara with him. I stumbled out of the taxi behind them, hurrying to catch up with the pair. A door next to the stairs opened and a kindly looking elderly lady stuck her head out. "Sherlock," she exclaimed. "What's going on?"

"N-Nothing, Mrs. Hudson," I was quick to reassure. "Just...I-I'm apparently a client now."

"Oh, and who are you, dear?"

"I'm Penelope Elaine Carter, ma'am."

"And a foreigner too!" She said, sounding delighted. "I'll bring up some tea and biscuits, or would you rather have coffee?"

"T-Tea's fine, really, th-thank you," I said, hopping up the stairs. Sara was lying on the couch, minus her coat and purse, which lay on the table. I briefly reflected on how considerate it was of Sherlock to do that. Speaking of the detective, he was in the kitchen searching for something. John had passed me on the stairs and was talking to his flat mate in low tones.

I looked around the room and immediately noticed the skull. Unable to help myself, I picked it up, examining it. Memories of a Language Arts class came back, of having to act out the play 'Hamlet' to gain a better understanding of the archaic work. Closing my eyes briefly, the first few lines of a monologue came back to me. "A-Alas, poor Y-Yorick. I knew him, Horatio, a f-fellow of in-infinite jest, of most exc-excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his b-back a thousand times, and-and now, how ab-abhorred in my im-imagination it is..."

I smiled faintly and set the skull back down. I wondered if the Doctor would be willing to take me to see Shakespeare, it would be fun to meet the old playwright. I frowned, Sara wouldn't want to go back to the Doctor and I wouldn't go without her. I might not see the Doctor again. The thought brought a twinge of sadness with it.

'But wasn't this what I wanted all along? A chance of a normal life, one without the Doctor?' I thought before thinking of the saying, 'Be careful what you wish for, it might just come true.'

Uneasy, I made to go sit next to Sara at the couch, but Sherlock was quick to take away that option. He set a wooden chair in the middle of the floor facing his and John's chairs. He gestured to it with the command of "Sit."

"But Sara-" I made to protest that I should try to reawaken her, but he interrupted.

"Sit," he ordered more firmly. I was quick to obey and he wasted no time in asking the first question. "Names?" He turned away from me facing the table and considered Sara's belongings that laid on it.

"I'm-I'm Penelope Elaine Carter and-and she's Sara Thomas. I-I really should-"

"Sit," he said without looking and I sat back down on the chair. "Now, tell me what you and Sara are exactly and who you're running from."

"I-I really sh-shouldn't though, the Doctor would be c-cross with us if I did that." Not that it would matter, since I won't be seeing him again.

He lifted up Sara's purse and coat, taking them with him over to his chair where he promptly dumped the contents of Sara's purse onto the nearby coffee table and starting digging through her coat pockets. "Please," he scoffed. "Going by what you've already said, he is cross with you... Also, either he, the people he works for, or someone else entirely tried to abduct the two of you at the park less than a quarter of an hour ago. John and I saved your lives, most likely, you owe us a debt of gratitude...a favor."

I was unable to look at him and fiddled with the hem of my shirt. I watched his hands as he expertly found all the hidden pockets and obvious pockets in Sara's coat and put everything on the table. He set everything on the surface and started to sort it out into piles of an organized mess. I wanted to protest, but knew that I wasn't in any position to. "...A-Alright," I conceded reluctantly. "Wh-What do you want, M-Mr. Holmes?"

His hands stopped and I could feel him studying me coolly. "Information."

I squirmed under the weight of his stare. He could kick us out of the protection of the flat any time he felt like it and leave us to the mercy, or lack thereof, of Magnuson's men. I wasn't willing to put Sara in danger, my hands were tied, and we both knew it. "I-I'll tell you wh-what I can, b-but I c-can't guarantee that it'll s-satisfy you or that it'll m-make any sense."

"Good," he purred. "Now then, what was that light that Sara gave out?" His hands continued to sort out the objects on the table.

"Artron, Huon, and-and...some other energy. The D-Doctor didn't really kn-know what it was be-before either."

He was silent for a bit, even going so far as to momentarily stop what he was doing to lightly press his hands together, looking almost as if he was praying, and retreated into his mind palace. After a moment or two, Sherlock muttered, almost too lowly for me to hear, "Artron BioResearch Laboratories and Huron Consulting Group, likely a connection." I went to correct him, but he plowed over me, asking, "Main purpose or ability of this energies inside of her?"

"They help heal. S-Sara usually doesn't f-faint from using them or, at least, n-not anymore. It-It takes a bit out of her, though. I-I don't know m-much else, you'll have to a-ask her."

"And you?"

"...I'm not human," I mumbled. Sherlock's body tensed and slowed turned to face me. "N-Not really, I'm-I'm a bit of a hybrid, p-part Skaian. Only bit of difference is, is most of my b-body organs are t-twice that of humans, m-my DNA is different, a tr-triple helix...and-and my blood is purple."

"You've got to be joking," John said flatly, standing by the kitchen.

"I-I have both he-hemoglobin and hemocyanin in my b-blood. The-The iron and c-copper in my blood m-make it look purple. S-Sara's blood i-isn't a regular red c-color either. Hers is a bit more orange-y in color, l-like the Doctor's, 'cause of all the Artron energy in her s-system." In the blink of an eye, Sherlock was standing in front of me.

"Show me," he ordered.

"Wh-What?" I asked.

"Give me a sample of your blood."

"I-I don't like n-needles all that much, Mr. Holmes, and-and I really don't think that the D-Doctor would appro-"

"You owe us, remember? And John is a doctor, you won't feel a thing."

"I-I really don't-"

"Penelope." I froze, staring haplessly at Sherlock as he continued calmly without missing a beat. "Do as you're told."

I squirmed a bit more before consenting, "Al-Alright, but-but only a l-little bit and-and only mine! S-Sara needs to be, to be asked for hers."

With a triumphant smirk that clearly said 'Got you,' Sherlock said to John, "Do it."

"Sherlock, you can't just bully her into doing what you want!" John protested.

"It's not bullying if she consents." Sherlock dismissed, casting an expectant glance at me.

"I-It's fine, M-Mr. Watson, j-just do it qu-quickly before I p-p-pass out," I stuttered, trying to breathe through my nose and not panic. John sighed, taking out the syringe, and I fearfully closed my eyes, feeling my hearts pounding frantically in my chest. I felt the needle as it sank smoothly into my skin and resisted the urge to shudder.

I heard John quietly gasp but didn't open my eyes until I felt the needle leave. The moment it did, I clutched my arm close to my chest, accepting the Band-Aid John offered me soon after. "Fascinating," Sherlock murmured as he held up the vial containing my blood. Feeling sick, I looked away, hoping I didn't just do something incredibly stupid.

Sara swam to consciousness, and she couldn't help but wonder whether the Doctor had taken it upon himself to render her to sleep once more. But then, her body didn't react the same way, given such an occurrence, and she felt the distant remains of lethargy. What happened? Carefully, she peeked through her eyelashes, distinguishing a table and two chairs with a window to her right. Suddenly, the events came back to her, and she cursed herself for being this careless. She could hear voices outside the room she was in.

"Give me a sample of your blood."

Sara's heart sank into her chest. Maybe this wasn't as fun as she fathomed it would be from watching it on TV. It has to beat Twilight. But judging by the voice, it sounded like Sherlock, and the tone of his voice was reminiscent of the very Doctor who imprisoned her for weeks after kidnapping her off a bridge. But how did we get here, unless he…She suddenly realized that Penny had been right about her warnings, and now, instead of pursuing the terrorist threat, he was pursuing them.

"I-I don't like n-needles very much Mr. Holmes, and-and I really don't think that the D-Doctor would appro-" Penny was trying to delay him, but Sara knew it wouldn't work. Like a dog with a bone.

"You owe us, remember? And John is a doctor, you won't feel a thing," Sherlock told her.

"I-I really don't-" Penny was in protest.

"Penelope," He commanded, his tone even. "Do as you're told."

She heard her friend sigh. "Al-Alright, but-but only a l-little bit and only mine! S-Sara needs to be asked for hers."

Sara swallowed. They could not be allowed to keep their blood. Oh, this was a disaster. She heard Sherlock bullying John into extracting the blood in a similar manner as he just bullied Penny. Well, Sara had spent weeks imprisoned by a nine-hundred-plus-year-old genius and she wasn't about to let someone only thirteen years her senior rattle her or her friend.

Quietly, she pushed herself off the couch, coming up from behind Sherlock and Watson. Without giving it a second thought, she seized the vial directly out of Sherlock's hand, promptly smashing it within her own, not caring about the glass cutting into her skin. It would undoubtedly heal. "What the hell is wrong with you?" She seethed. "Since when does Penny owe you anything?"

If she had startled him in her display, he had recovered to his previously smooth exterior. "Merely a suggestion given that we are affording you protection and-"

"Thank you, offer declined." Sara glanced at the table, seeing that he had taken the liberty to empty out her entire purse and coat. Her heart sank visibly in her chest when she recognized the psychic paper and her sonic screwdriver among them. She moved to sweep all items back into her purse as his fingers encircled her wrist. In panic, she tried to pull away, but his grip was unrelenting. A flashback went through her mind of the Doctor suddenly taking hold of her in the hotel, yanking her outside. Inwardly, she dismissed it and swallowed, allowing her anger to cover up her fear. "Let me go. We don't want or need your protection."

"Your wants or needs are of little concern to me, Sara Thomas." The manner in which he spoke her name was almost as compelling as when the tenth Doctor used hypnotism to obtain his will... But it wasn't nearly enough to let him override her own independence.

"You think you scare me?" Sara retaliated. "You think I have no experience with sociopaths? Then-"

"Judging by your reactions, you were diagnosed with post traumatic stress disorder, which would imply a series of shocking events, likely even imprisonment, from the very same sociopath you refer to in your experience. Your elevated pulse rate denotes a flashback and-" He managed to force her palm open, witnessing her already healing skin. "This is why he kept you confined, very interesting." He beckoned John over who gasped. "Energy particles within her own cells, she managed to redirect them on you."

"How is that possible?" Watson asked.

"S-Sara, I told you this wa-was a bad idea," Penny said, already visibly shaking.

"I'm sorry," Sara muttered and she was. As entertaining as this show was on TV, the real Sherlock reminded her too much of the Time Lord Victorious, and Sara had to keep reminding herself that this man was not a Time Lord, not alien, and could not go into her mind. She attempted to pull her hand away, but he held firm. "This is kidnapping!" She declared.

"Certainly not a foreign concept to you," Sherlock told her and Sara turned to look at him, dumbfounded.

"But still illegal," Sara protested, having enough. "Penny, find a phone and call 999."

Penny moved to obey.

"Penelope," he said coldly. "While I certainly commend her on her determination, the whole of Scotland Yard comes to me for assistance. My brother can easily invoke the two of you needing to reside here under protective custody within my purview."

"Sherlock, isn't that a bit excessive?" Watson asked. "They didn't do us any harm and-"

"She-She helped save his life!" Penny insisted.

"I would have been there momentarily. Their help was not required, convenient but unnecessary, and now we seem to be looking for a new rat." He looked at both Sara and Penny. "Who is it?"

Sara gave a shrug. "Beats me." She exchanged eye contact with Penny. They couldn't spoil the timeline in such a way to give Magnuson's name too early and one thing she learned from the Doctor was to say as little as possible.

"Penelope," he demanded as she watched her friend shrink back.

"If you have to resort to threats on her, you're not half the person I thought you were," Sara told him icily. Maybe he's not any of the person I thought he
was.

"Wh-why are you be-behaving this way?" Penny cried out despairingly. Now her suspicions were being proven correct and Sherlock's wrath had indeed turned against them.

"We shouldn't hold people against their will, Sherlock, that's not what we do," John lectured him.

"Protective custody," Sherlock corrected.

If I could get them to argue… "You know Dr. Watson, that is what my captor used to call it," Sara replied looking at John straight in the eye. "I was in his custody for my 'protection.' Want to know what else he did during that time, since you're both so curious on the subject?"

"Sara, don't-" Penny started.

"He imprisoned me in solitary confinement for weeks, made me watch as a close friend of mine died, and strapped me to a table in his lab where I couldn't move for three days." John looked stunned while Sherlock merely seemed perplexed. Carefully thinking how to phrase the next subject, she continued, "He even managed to get inside my head, which was an agonizing process. He nearly took Penny as well, and it was only by sheer chance that we managed to escape, but that was him. He tormented me for weeks, all in the name of protective custody, and here, I see you, a supposedly good man allowing your best friend to manipulate you into experimenting on Penny? After all she's been through, you and I both know she's regressed. Does it make the both of you feel good to take it out on someone who is brainwashed, mimicking what he did?" She challenged. "I thought you were better than that."

Watson shook his head and looked back at Sherlock. "She's right, this has gone far enough."

"John, she's manipulating you."

"Really?" He returned. "Everything you said about her being imprisoned was made up too?"

"No, she-" He finally released his grip on Sara's wrist as the argument continued. Instantly, Sara seized her psychic paper and screwdriver from the table. Everything else was disposable.

"Since when have we been in the business of taking prisoners?" John demanded. "Just came back from the dead and you really haven't changed-"

"We are protecting them," Sherlock replied in his straightforward tone. "Someone has targeted them, and they both know who."

Sara seized her credit card off the table and grabbed Penny's arm, tossing them a wave. "Can't say this was as fun as I thought it would be," she exclaimed, pressing the button on her sonic.

"Wait, where-"

Penny and Sara didn't hear what Sherlock was about to say as they both disappeared directly in front of their eyes.

Sherlock swore, glaring irritably at John. "She baited you and now we have to find them."

John was shocked. "How did they-"

"One of the many questions I'll ask once I locate them. I have to resort to plan B."

"Which is?" John inquired.

"I put a GPS locater on Sara." Sherlock looked intensely at a map on his computer. "Where ever they went, I'll find them." Glancing at John. "You can start tracking her credit card activity."

Sara and Penny found themselves in yet another dark closet, both finding themselves too rattled to speak for a moment.

"My...My blood," Penny whimpered. "Are you...are you sure you de-destroyed it?"

"Smashed it in my own hand," Sara informed the younger girl, shaking her head as she pushed herself to her feet, giving Penny a hand.

"Wh-What about M-Magnuson? What if, what if Sherlock was right?" Sara gave it some consideration but Magnuson was planned, coordinated in his strikes.

"I think the tranquilizers were just a warning to not get in his way. We spoiled a test that he was giving. Honestly, two geniuses and their mind palaces…" Her voice trailed off. "I'm sorry, not much like Christmas is it?"

"N-No, not really," Penny agreed.

They found themselves in a hotel and to Sara's bemusement, it was the same one the Doctor found her in as he tried to drag her to the TARDIS. "What are the chances?" She asked.

"Wh-What is it?" Penny asked.

"Just where I met my version of the Doctor." Sara shrugged. "It's fine, just kind of strange. We need to rest. Let's just get a room here for the night and then we'll take the train. I always wanted to see Gloucestershire Abbey and Stonehenge." She easily managed to obtain a room for the night's stay while. Sara, then, procured train tickets for the next afternoon.

"Y-You're disappointed, a-aren't you?" Penny asked astutely. "About Sherlock...I-I am too."

Sara grimaced and offered Penny a wry smile. "Nothing is ever fun as seeing it on TV, same can be said for 'Doctor Who.' I just didn't listen. You warned me."

Penny sighed, "I was h-hoping it would be f-fun. I...I didn't want to be right. The way he g-gets inside people's heads…" Her voice trailed off.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault," Sara told her. "Why I ever thought…" She paused. "But I'll get us out of here."

They eventually went to bed and both fell asleep. Sara awoke sometime later to hearing Penny call out her name.

"Thank you, Mycroft." She heard the Sherlock's same clinical, tone impart as she scrambled out of bed to Penny's side who was huddled near the window.

"How did he...?" Sara muttered to herself. "Penny," She whispered. "Take my hand, the transmat..." Just as she started to reach for the other girl, her wrist was seized and the device torn from her hand.

"Very clever," he observed.

"Look, Penny and I have nothing to do with you," Sara protested. She watched John head straight to Penny.

"I tend to think to the contrary and my brother shares that opinion." Sara looked at him horrified. What is wrong with him? He's supposed to be good.

"Wa-Wait," Penny protested. "The train. Y-You have to st-stop the bomb."

"The bomb?" Watson asked.

"Yes," Sara said frantically as she tried to free herself from Sherlock's grasp. "Set to go off tomorrow night. They took one train carriage with that missing passenger you were looking for, one of your rats. He made the whole train a bomb to blow up Parliament on a set of abandoned railroad tracks that were built but never used."

"Th-There's an off sw-switch," Penny offered. "The p-police will find the person responsible by j-just locating the s-signal of the b-bomb and its re-remote."

Sara had hoped to rag on him about this issue, but things have gone so extremely awry, that she started to ponder whether being a ward of the Doctor was preferable then incurring the wrath of this stranger she only partially knew from TV. The same writer writes for both shows. How could she have wished for themselves to come to this dimension? Maybe Phantom of the Opera is better? Knowing their luck, they might end up on the wrong end of a noose.

At least in Twilight she would be able to point in a random direction and distract all the wannabe vampires in one fell swoop.

"You see, you have what you need," Sara insisted. "Just go away and leave us alone."

"I need the two of you to return with me," Sherlock stated coldly. "We haven't finished our-"

Remembering a move from before, she used all her force in a back kick on his knee. As Sherlock grunted in pain, thereby releasing her, she seized Penny's hand, who had eased closer to her direction, and they both started to run through the corridor, down the stairs, and onto the street.

"He-He has your s-sonic," Penny gasped.

"I know, but I didn't think he would act like a blood hound and-"

"Whoa!" Sara found herself crashing into someone on the street and Penny seemed to immediately freeze. "Don't I know you?" Sara let slide a curse as they stared at the Ninth Doctor. The very same version that had used her transmat against her. Fell into the same crack? Penny and Sara started to carefully back away. What do we do?

"Sara, Penelope." Sherlock was advancing in their direction as Sara looked around frantically before glancing at Penny, seeing if she had an idea of where to run.

I tried to fall asleep, I really did. I hadn't had a proper rest since we were in Twilight, and even then, it was only for a few moments, but now that I could, I couldn't. I sat up in bed, too wired to attempt to sleep.

My blood, it bothered me.

Sara was positive that she smashed the blood in her hand, thereby getting rid of it, that none of it survived, but there were sure to be drops that splattered... Just one drop of blood would be disastrous in the wrong hands. How could I have been so stupid?

I paced quietly by the window.

We would have to go back, whenever Sherlock and Watson were out. We would have to go back, just to be sure.

A noise caught my attention. Someone was at the door and unlocking it.

Scared, I called out to my sleeping friend, "Sara." The door opened and in stepped the aforementioned duo. "Sara!" I hissed again, hearts pounding in fear.

I saw her sit up in bed as Sherlock ended his call, "Thank you, Mycroft."

Sara scrambled out of bed, grabbing her sonic and whispered to me urgently, "Penny, take my hand, the transmat-"

Sherlock seized her arm and snatched the sonic out of her grasp. "Very clever," he uttered silkily, examining the sonic screwdriver with a great interest now.

"Look, Penny and I have nothing to do with you," Sara protested. I made to get closer to her and Sherlock, considering the idea of doing the same to the detective as I had done to Sara's Doctor a year ago. However, John got in the way, slowly shepherding me further away from Sara, effectively separating us.

"I tend to think to the contrary and my brother shares that opinion," Sherlock dismissed. I was horrified, they really were going to kidnap us, take us back to their apartment, most likely with force. I had to distract them, a bigger catch, something more important than the two of us.

"Wa-Wait," I piped up, gathering their attention. "Th-The train, you have to st-stop the bomb."

"The bomb?" John asked, looking concerned.

"Yes!" Sara said, joining in frantically. "It's set to go off tomorrow night. They took one train carriage with that missing passenger you were looking for, one of your rats. He made the whole train a bomb to blow up the Parliament that's above a set of abandoned railroad tracks that were built but never used."

"Th-There's an off sw-switch," I hurried to add. "The p-police will find the person responsible by j-just locating the s-signal of the b-bomb and its re-remote, but-but that won't work un-unless you two do s-something about it!"

"You see?" Sara declared. "You have what you need, just leave us." She glanced at me desperately and I understand that she was going to pull something. I continued to edge away from the three of them and John followed me, still thinking he was the one leading me.

"I need the two of you to return with me, we haven't finished our-" Sherlock suddenly let out a pained grunt. John whirled around to see what had happened and I took this as my chance to bolt. I met Sara partway to the door and she grabbed my hand. Together, we fled out the door, through the corridors, down the stairs, and onto the street.

"He-He's got your sonic," I reminded her.

"I know," she growled. "I didn't think he would act like a total blood hound and-" We turned a corner, running into someone.

"Whoa!" He exclaimed, backing off. I froze, staring at the dark form that could only belong to the ninth Doctor. "Don't I know you?" Sara started to back away with her arm out to the side, herding me back as well.

"Sara! Penelope!" Sherlock called out, not too far behind us with John by his side. Sara looked to me for directions, at a loss of what to do. I hurriedly considered our options. We could run off and arouse Nine's interest in chasing us so that we have both him and Sherlock on our tails, we could stay put and be caught by Sherlock, or... we could just ask for help.

We could do that, asking for help, that is, playing the victim.

"P-Please," I begged Nine. "D-Don't let him take us a-again. We got separated from our f-friend and-and he took us. We-We've only just escaped. I-I don't want to be k-Kidnapped by him again, please." I let out a small sob, one that wasn't completely fake.

"Whoa, calm down, 's alright, won't let him take you," he said reassuringly.

"Doctor, do you know where..." The brown-haired companion of his from before spoke up, but he ignored her.

"Get behind us and call for help," he urged, gesturing for us to get to the back of the group, behind Rose and the other girl. Straightening to his full height, he greeted Sherlock and Watson who came to a stop a few yards away, "Hello, you two lookin' for somethin'?"

"Yes, the girls," Sherlock informed him shortly. "Hand them over."

"Rather not, don't approve of kidnapping, me," the Doctor responded, smiling tightly.

"You don't understand," John spoke up. "They're under our protection. There are some dangerous people after them, they need to come with us." Sara gripped my hand, slowly leading the two of us away, rounding the corner completely before quietly making our escape.

We didn't speak until we were at least a block away, but continued to run. "That's was a dangerous move, he could've recognized us," Sara scolded lightly. "But not bad how you played it."

"It-It was the only thing I could th-think of without getting c-caught or making them b-both chase after us," I admitted. Either way he would still be distracted by our kidnappers and since we didn't teleport, he can't beam us back. Speaking of teleporting, "Wh-What are we g-going to do about the s-sonic?"

"I have an idea, but we're going to need to get that other sonic first."

"But-But the Doctor's TARDIS is right th-there, what if he-"

"He's looking for us right now and probably doesn't have a sonic yet, not enough power in the TARDIS. So he's doing it the old fashioned way, the TARDIS will be empty. We'll get it and leave."

"Then what?" I asked.

Sara didn't answer.

Sara actually admired Penny's quick thinking when it came to handling Nine. Although it was risky, he was still the Doctor and therefore abided by his instinct to help. At that point, they didn't have many options and she paused to consider Nine. Even with his possible left over paranoia, which was understandable, he seemed like a decent person. Lilly, the girl she recognized from before, seemed like she was well treated. Sara didn't want to go back to 2005, regardless of her viewpoint, but maybe she had been too critical on that version of the Doctor. He had used her transmat against her, and she didn't take kindly to surprises in that nature, which might have made her hasty in her judgment of him.

When they reached the spot the TARDIS should have been, she was stunned to find that it had disappeared. "It was here," Sara said to Penny. "Just kitty corner to Baker Street."

"I-I know," Penny confirmed worriedly. For the first time, Sara was concerned about the fate of that Doctor. Someone must have taken him. She had to find out who.

Instantly, she went to the trashcan, sifting through it, earning was stares from passerby. "Mugger might have dumped my passport here," She said quickly and other strangers nodded in concern, offering her good luck. "Oh, thank God." She retrieved the Doctor's sonic. It wasn't too much different from her own, and she remembered how Nine was able to transport her back with a simple adjustment. Well, the same could work for her. Adjusting the frequency quickly and hitting a button, she was rewarded with having her sonic materialize back in her palm.

"My blood…what if, what if there is a drop left in his apart-apartment?" Penny asked frantically. Sara gave it some consideration. Penny had a point. There might be evidence of such and Sherlock and Watson were not in their flat. She could tell that much but if they went inside and were caught with all her equipment on her person…No, she had to take precautions. Maybe a transport. Two sonics working together. Maybe a message.

Doing a quick set of programming, she rounded the corner, carefully moving loose dirt aside and buried the Doctor's sonic with her psychic paper so it would remain concealed. The two sonics would work to convey a message, namely one of help to the Doctor. If he was in his TARDIS, he might be able to send a reply.

"Wh-What were you doing?" Penny asked.

"Using the two sonics to send a text message for help to the Doctor." Sara shook her head. "With his TARDIS gone, this lets him know we're in trouble." She took a deep breath. "If he gets it, he can tell us what to do. Never thought I'd be asking for help from him rather then trying to run, but desperate times..." Sara shivered. "Sherlock reminds me of the Time Lord Victorious. I can't get the image out of my head."

"But he-he's not a sociopath, r-right?" Penny verified. "You said, you said that he m-most likely has Asp-Aspergers, n-not Sociopathy."

"He just frightens me. The resemblance between him and the Time Lord Victorious..." Sara released a shudder. "All the things that my Doctor did to me…"

"I'm-I'm sorry." Penny looked at her. "And m-my Doctor d-didn't help things, did he?"

"It's just…I felt like I was trapped in my room again when I was starving myself and then the shadows seemed to come off the walls directly for me." Sara swallowed.

"I'm sorry, you-you must have been de-desperate or-"

"I shouldn't have done it. I mean, I know suicide isn't the answer but…" Sara grimaced, "I don't think I was really in my right mind."

"Be-Being trapped in a room alone f-for weeks…" Penny shook her head, hugging herself. "It's hard n-not to go insane." She was hard pressed to keep memory of her time in the intensive care out of her mind.

"We should check for traces of your blood," Sara changed the subject, doing a scan of the premises. So far, it appeared as though Sherlock and Watson were outside the building, and, Sara deduced, they would be unlikely to expect them to return to the premises so shortly after escaping them. Sara and Penny swiftly went to his flat and she carefully unlocked the door with her screwdriver, shoving the equipment into the bottom of her shoe. They were quiet as they made their way upstairs and began their search around the chair where Sara had smashed the vial. True enough, there were two purple drops on the floor. Grabbing a paper towel, she scrubbed them away. Penny went to dumping all the items on the table back into Sara's purse. It was critical they didn't leave a trace of their presence.

Upon completion, Sara stood up to walk out the door, jamming the paper towel in her pocket, when she slammed into someone who had just ventured inside.

"Quite an obvious move, wouldn't you agree Sara Thomas?" Sherlock intoned.

To Be Continued...

Explanations:

* November 5th is Bonfire Night/Fireworks Night in Britain. It's kind of like their version of the Fourth of July with having anything to do with independence. It's also known as Guy Fawkes night, celebrating the failure of the aforementioned Guy Fawkes's actions. Apparently, he was a part of some plot to assassinate King James the First with lots of gunpowder and explosives.

* Romana was a Time Lady and a companion of the fourth Doctor...she had a tendency to go through regenerations like crazy. Changing her appearance when she was bored of the old one.

* Seriously, though, shop people can be so judgmental. I don't know if people in London as the same, but some of the shop workers over here can be rude. I personally think that people are people everywhere (some can be nice and some can be mean) and considering Penny's state of attire and appearance, they're likely to be less than welcoming on principle.

* Hemocyanin is a respiratory protein, much like Hemoglobin. However, Hemocyanin contains copper instead of iron, which gives the blood of animals with Hemocyanin blue instead of red. Hemocyanin is possible to have in a human blood stream without any adverse effects. Keyhole limpet hemocyanin is being used as a possible treatment of cancer. And red + blue = purple, so...

* Artron BioResearch Laboratories and Huron Consulting Group are real places! Artron in Burnaby, Canada is a testing facility that specializes in the production of high quality rapid lateral flow tests. One of the categories that they specialize with a tumor markers and they also operate in the field of Antibody Development. It would be feasible that they would be working with new medicines and testing them since they are a research facility. Huron Consulting Group is a global management consulting company in Toronto, Canada offering services in the Healthcare and Life Sciences. Also feasible that they would be offering Artron professional advice an that they would be working together. These all conclusions that Sherlock had jumped to and went about assuming things, and we all know how that goes...

Thought Processes:

Hello, everyone! Yet another lovely chapter for you written by Emptyvoices and I. We also had another guest appearance from Nine, Lily, and Rose, characters we have borrowed from Lovelyamberlight with her kind permission.

Besides this update, there will be an update for 'When the Stars Burn Out' later today, so look forward to it!

Besides that, school has finally started for me! :D

I'm in college and am super excited for my year there! Are any of you also in college beside me and Emptyvoices?

Happy Thursday,

Emptyvoices

FFA, the Fan Fictional Authoress

Date Submitted: Thursday, August 28, 2014.