DW-Sherlock Crossover pt2

   "What?!" Rory said, confused. "Is this some kind of practical joke?"
   "Why would we pull a practical joke on some stranger we've never seen before at a random club?" Sherlock hesitated. "On second thought, I might have seen you before. Give me a minute, and I'll place you."
   "You DO look awfully familiar," John said, sizing Rory up. "Are you in television?"
   "Look, never mind, I'm sorry I bothered you." Rory absentmindedly dropped the pen and rushed to pick it up. "I'l just head back to the Doctor and Amy, I won't-"
   "That's it, you're on 'Doctor Who,' aren't you!" Sherlock said. "You're Arthur Darvill. Rory Williams. And they-" he pointed back at the duo sitting at the other end- "are Karen Gillan and Matt Smith."
   "I'm a huge Whovian," John said, grinning. "This series is awfully confusing, though. But I love the show! Watch it every Friday."
   Rory just stood looking confused. "On- on the telly?"
   "Yeah, of course."
   "But- but we watch YOU on the telly!" Rory stammered. "Hold up, I'm getting the Doctor."
   Rory hurried back down to the other end of the bar. "Doctor, they think we're actors!"
   The Doctor, who had been sitting with his fingers in both ears, sipping his martini through a straw, said, "No, Amy's not fat. Why?"
   "I didn't SAY- Doctor, they think us three are on a television programme. 'Doctor Who,' or something. And they think they're ACTUALLY Holmes and Watson!"
   "Well that's a bit odd," Amy said, before the Doctor could begin. "Want me to go talk to them?"
   "Uh, I don't know... Doctor? What do you think?"
   "Let's just go down and have a nice chat," the Doctor said, wiping his mouth. "I'm sure I can get them to understand that we really are who we say we are."
   The trio moved down and sat down next to the men- Amy next to Sherlock, the Doctor on her right, and Rory next to John.
   "Hello," the Doctor said cheerfully, reaching across Amy to shake hands with Sherlock. "I'm the Doctor, and this is Amy, and Rory you've just met."
   Sherlock smirked. "You're 'the Doctor?'"
   "Yes," said the Doctor, confused. "Why wouldn't I be?"
   "Oh, just the fact that we happen to watch you on television every Friday night," John interrupted.
   "YOU watch them every Friday night," Sherlock corrected his partner. "I don't care for the show."
   "Then how did you know who we are, then?" Amy said, finishing off the rest of the Doctor's martini and staring right at Sherlock.
   "When one is living with someone who obsessively watches certain television programmes, often times one can pick up on the slightest details. It works with people too."
   "How do you mean?"
   He looked straight back at her. "I can tell you the most obscure, unnoticable-to-a-normal-person details about you, and it's all through the so-called 'powers of induction.'"
   "Oh yeah?" Amy said, raising one eyebrow.
   "Try me."
   "Fine, go ahead." Amy crossed her legs. "Whenever you're ready."
   "You're name is Amelia Pond, but you don't like Amelia, so you wish for people to call you Amy. Your occupation, if you want to call it that, is a kissogram. You're Scottish. You travel a lot. You're single, you're available and lastly, you find me immensely attractive."
   At the last bit, Amy coloured slightly. "How could you tell all that?"
   "Your lips are incredibly chapped. Who else would be doing that much kissing besides a kissogram? You have about a half-centimeter's worth of dirt built up on the bottom of your trainers, and I can tell not all of it is from this area. You're single- That's obvious by from your body language. You tossed your hair when you walked over, smiled a lot and then started playing with your hair. You are obviously trying to flirt with me. Also, you don't have any jewellry on, specifically no wedding or engagement rings. You were staring at me nearly the entire time you were over at the other end of the bar. When you sat down, you sat directly next to me, turning your back from the Doctor. And you must be pretty excited to see me, because it isn't very cold in here."
   Amy, embarassed, zipped up her jacket. "And all that from my appearance?"
   "Excepting your name. Every Saturday morning, I listen to John's recap of the episode that was on the previous night. I know your name. And the Doctor introduced you."
   "So you're REALLY Sherlock Holmes?" Rory said, grabbing his pen and napkin again. "Can I still have your autograph?"
   Ignoring Rory, the Doctor asked, "You're sure we're on telly? Is it, like, a reality show or something? Or is it people playing us?"
   "It's actors playing you," John said, trying to get his two cents in. "They do a smashing job at it too, that is, if you are really the Doctor, Rory, and Amy."
   "Well, I'm pretty sure we are," the Doctor said, examining himself. "Same eyes, hair- still not ginger- legs, arms, hands, brain- I think I'm still me."
   "Prove it."
   "I beg your pardon?" the Doctor said, turning to Sherlock. "What?"
   "Give me evidence. Prove to me that you are who you say you are."
   "Do you have the TARDIS?" John said, growing nearly as excited as Rory was. "Can we see it?!"
   "I would be interested in seeing this machine," Sherlock said. "And I want to get to know you all a bit better." He looked at Amy, who turned pink.
   "Okay then!" The Doctor fished a few pounds out of his pocket and left them on the bar. "Come along then," he said, as the group pulled on their jackets. "All ready then? Then let's go see the TARDIS."