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Brecon Beacons

Two men stood at the empty summit of Pen y Fan of the Brecon Beacons in Wales, at roughly one am. It was a clear night and all the stars were twinkling. Neither of the men really cared about astronomy, but they managed to appreciate it at least.

Both had a gun in hand, and were holding each other at gunpoint. Both detectives looked very badass with trench coats flapping in the wind behind them and only one hand on the gun.

"Mr Pleasant, are we simply going to stand here point guns at each other?"

"I believe so, Mr Holmes. I have nowhere else I need to be."

Sherlock sighed. He did have somewhere to be; Skuldugery was just a distraction. Sherlock was meant to meet John Halfway to London in 6 hours. They had been working on a case which required both of them to travel around the UK. The ynormally wouldn't have taken the case, but Mycroft's threats were looming.

About an hour later, Skulduggery fired three shots into the sky.

Sherlock smirked. "Getting bored, Skulduggery?"

"Don't you believe it." He muttered bitterly.

Moments passed, but the boredom was not not to last.

whirr whirr whirr

Both men turned. There was a blue police box fading in and out of reality, until it finally stayed stationary.

Sherlock took a single step towards it, but Skulduggery stayed where he was.

A man in a tweed jacket and a fez stepped out of the box. "Always wih the guns! My TARDIS can't handle it! Who even..." He turned to face the two detectives. "Oh hell."

"What is it Doctor?" a female Scottish voice called from inside, followed by the woman herself.

"Enaged, Scottish, natural hair colour, trusts the Doctor." Sherlock murmered. Skulduggery nodded as if to agree.

"Two men over there."

"What about them?"

He made some extravagant hand gestures. "What do you mean 'What about them?' !!!! One of them shot my TARDIS, they both have scarves and trenchcoats and guns and..." He squinted to get a better look. (he was still about 20 meters away at this point.) His hands flopped to his sides as he saw just exactly who the men were.

"Sugar."

"Doctor, who are they?"

Skulduggery interfered before the Doctor could answer.

"Skulduggery Pleasant, Detective from the Irish Sanctuary. Nice to meet you."  He then looked at Sherlock as if to say Sherlock, be polite.

"Sherlock Holmes, Consulting Detective. When's the wedding?" He looked at her as if it was obvious that he knew. Skuldugery didn't help the cause.

"Er...Sceduled for May. Excuse me but how did you know?"

"I didn't know, I noticed. I observed, then made deductions regarding those observations." 

If Skulduggery had eyes, he would have rolled them. He still hadn't removed his scarf or hat, so the woman hadn't realised he was a skeleton. The Doctor knew, their previous meeting had been...amusing to say in the least.

"Why are you two even together?!?! You live in London and you live in Ireland!" The Doctor was still getting over Both Skulduggery and Sherlock being in the same place.

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Skulduggery just shrugged, only to be interrupted by 'The Girl from Ipanema' blasting out from his phone. "Excuse me." He put the phone to where his ear would be only to snatch it away as soon as the voice came out of the phone.

"SKULDUGGERY PLEASANT WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?"

"Ah, yes Valkyrie, I've been meaning to tell you. I'm in Wales."

"You utter cock."

"But-"

"Nope. As soon as soon as you get back, I'm going to get the biggest dog i can find, then set it on you. I'd like to see you put yourself back together then."

"Valkyrie, it was unavoidable. It was..." He made some help me , i have no clue, gestures at the other three, and the girl just mouthed 'murder at a wedding' supposedly helpfully.

"There was a murder at a wedding." He mouthed a thank you back.

"Skulduggery, I swear to God, when are you coming back?"

"Soon?"

"Send me a picture of where you are."

"Okay. Bye then, you'll be here soon."

"Bye you prick."

He took a picture and sent it to her, then shoved his phone in his pocket.

"Well, it seems that with a matter of minutes you are going to meet my partner is metaphorical crime, Valkyrie Cain."