Cigarettes and stars

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"John, I need a cigarette"

"Well I need a whiskey..."

"And I need a new bowtie! Now, can we please go?" The Doctor was getting impatient.

Sherlock took a few steps into the TARDIS and looked around. The room was buzzing and lights were blinking everywhere. It was huge. Sherlock walked around, like he was drunk, taking in the whole bizarre structure. John simply stood on the threshold.

"It's...it's bigger on the inside" John stuttered.

"Yeah I've been told" the Doctor smiled.

"Doctor, I prepared everything. We are ready to take off. Hey, handsome one, hold on to the rail right there you don't want to fall" Amy said, a sly smile on her face, looking at Sherlock.

"What about me...?" John said, clinging to a rail near to him.

The Doctor pulled a lever and the TARDIS started to move and jump. It was extremely uncomfortable.

"Wait what are you doing? Stop it, STOP IT NOW!!!" Sherlock was yelling - slight panic in his voice. John had never seen him so distressed. He was very upset, too, but his time in Afghanistan had taught him to keep his cool. On the outside, at least.

The Doctor stopped the TARDIS.

"What now?"

"What now?? What the hell are you doing? What is this place? You win, I can't deduce how you managed to build this thing. Now explain it to me." Sherlock was bent over. He looked like he was about to have a heart attack. John couldn't help but giggle.

"This is the TARDIS" the Doctor explained patiently "Time And Relative Dimension In Space. It's a spaceship, although it's alive and.."

"Doctor!" Amy exclaimed "Let me take care of it. Boys, this is a spaceship. It will take us anywhere, anywhen. Right now we need to get ourselves on Nynphadora, to solve a case. That's why we hired you.."

"You don't hire me I accept the case" 

"Fine! You accepted the case and.."

"No I didn't"

"Oh yes you did!" Amy crossed her arms

"Come ooon! Ugh! Can we do this later? Uh? Cup of tea? Explanations?" The Doctor was literally jumping up and down. He pulled the same lever he pulled before, and the TARDIS resumed its shaking.

Sherlock and John stood there, flabbergasted, sure to be about to be killed.

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