Donna Turns Right and John Goes to a Wedding

Chapter Two

It took Sherlock exactly one point seven seconds to figure out everything he could possibly could care about the woman standing at the entrance of the lab.

Judging by the style of her clothes, the way she stood, her nails, her purse, and most importantly, her shade of eyeshadow, he could tell that this woman was the last person he would ever want to share a flat with.

Two point one seconds after setting eyes on Donna Noble, Sherlock Holmes opened his mouth to tell Ms. Noble precicely why she should run back to her overbearing mother right now and hope never to cross paths with him again.

But he stopped.

Because just as the woman turned to talk to that horrible broker, something that didnt exist two point two seconds before, suddenly exsisted on the womans back.

Two point nine seconds after meeting, Donna Noble was the most intresting woman Sherlock had met, and he was dead determined to why.

Turning to leave, Sherlock paused in front of Mark and Donna, nodded at both, and curtly said "I'm Sherlock Holmes, you're irritating beyond words, but I suppose you'll have to do. I'll meet you at the flat as soon as I grab my riding crop from the morgue."

With that, he spun on his heels, grabbed his coat and scarf, and exited the room, slamming the door behind him.

As soon Donna stopped seething enough to speak, she whirled on Mark and jabbed a finger the man's chest while yelling:

"You said said he was a bit odd! I thought you meant he stuttered or was OCD or something NORMALLY ODD! NOT A POMPOUS HIGHLY ATTRACTIVE MAN WHO CALLS RANDOM STRANGERS HIGHLY IRRITATING AND RUNS OFF TO A MORGE FOR A WHIP!

Trying not to cry, Mark whimpered "Please Donna, he may be slightly insensitive at times, and has some unusual habits, not to mention a bit of a dra- I mean-" quickly catching the murderous look aimed at him "He is a interesting guy for sure, but when he's working he's happy, and not to mention he's giving you the deal of a lifetime! He rejected everyone else I brought to him..."

Sighing hopelessly, she rolled her eyes and responded "I'll give it a try, but if I don't like it, I'm leaving. You got that?"

Smiling happily in return, Mark started heading out while calling out behind him "Come on, we don't want to keep Sherlock waiting, he has no patience whatsoever."

"This man is sounding better and better by the moment..." Donna muttered walking behind him. "Where is the flat?" She asked curiously.

"221B Baker Street!"

The Doctor has had shocks before in his very long life, but the sight before him was one of the craziest yet.

A 21st century human male wearing a tuxedo was staring at the TARDIS doors while staggering slowly backwards in shock.

"Oh wait, that isn't shock, he actually is disabled." He thought guiltily as he started to get over the surprise and noticed the cane by the mans side.

"Where the bloody hell am I?!" The strange limping man shouted turning to face the Doctor .

"Is this some kind of prank?! Because let me tell you, its not going to be funny when my sister murders me for being late to her wedding!"

"Erm, right, well, I'm the Doctor and presently you're in my TARDIS." The Doctor said quickly as the man cautiously limped closer. "Although if you would like to be more exact, technically you're floating in the Minixaer Galaxy, fifth quadrant, around the superno-"

At this point he stopped short, staring shocked at the very real looking gun pointed at his face.

Calming staring as only an experienced solider could, John steadily held the pistol at the Doctor while flatly saying "I have no idea what junk you're spewing now, but I do know that if you planned on a willing hostage, you're not getting one. Let me go now, and I will be kind enough not to shoot you."