Big Ben Strikes The Eleventh Hour (Wholock)

Easy as Pie (Not for The Doctor)

John looked relieved. "Oh, good. I wouldn't want to be an alien."

"Oy!" the Doctor called out, offended.

"Er, no offense," John added hastily.

"Hm, well you're the ones who should be offended," the Doctor huffed. "There are a million aliens cooler than you."

"Uh, well, okay then?" John asked.

A quick silence followed, with everyone wondering what else they should do.

"Well, I guess we could leave...." Rory finally said, breaking the silence.

"Ah, yes, of course," the Doctor realized. He turned to the humanoid computer. "Thank you for all your help, O.C.T.A.V.I.A. We're all very grateful."

The computer didn't answer, and every filed out, John being the last. But before he  went into the TARDIS, he turned back to O.C.T.A.V.I.A.

"Er, thanks, I guess," he thanked her, awkwardly. "For all your help."

The A.I, again, did not respond, and John muttered a quick, embarrassed farewell before climbing into the TARDIS.

As John walked into the TARDIS, he heard Sherlock talking to the Doctor.

"I want to see this... message," Sherlock demanded. The Doctor shrugged.

"Of course, go ahead," the Doctor replied. "But I tell you, if the TARDIS can't decode it, nothing can, and you're, well, you're...."

The Doctor gestured hopelessly at Sherlock, and Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"A human," Sherlock prompted. The Doctor opened his mouth, perhaps to argue, but Sherlock continued. "Doctor, I assure you, I am no more human than you are."

"Oh?" the Doctor asked.

"Yes," Sherlock told him. "I am much, much more... academically gifted than any other silly, little person on that planet.

The Doctor thought for a minute, then called out: "John, what do you think?"

John blinked, surprised. "Well, I think you should give him a shot."

The Doctor nodded, and then turned to Sherlock. "Remember, Sherlock, if you solve this, it's because one of those silly little humans believed in you."

Sherlock frowned at the Doctor, and the Doctor told him: "Ordinary people can be a lot more that what you would expect."

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Right. Can you show me the messages now?"

The Doctor sighed, but relented. He pulled up a page on the computer screen.  Sherlock walked over to it and sat down, starting immediately.

Suddenly he paused paused, and then said: "Get out."

"Excuse me?" Amy asked. "You can't just kick us out."

John sighed. "Let's just do it. Sherlock gets... weird  when people are watching him in his 'mind palace'."

"Mind palace?" Amy asked.

"Yes, that makes sense," the Doctor mused. "A mind palace is a memory technique. It's like... the TARDIS, An amalgamation of places, ones you've been to, at least, and it stores information."

"Yes, thank you Doctor, very smart," Sherlock snapped. "But can you leave."

 "Well, I suppose," the Doctor shrugged. He turned to John, Amy and Rory. "Who wants to go for fish fingers and custard?"

John blinked. "What?"

"Or a toy store!" the Doctor thought aloud. "Always love toy stores."

"Of course you do," Amy rolled her eyes.

"Or maybe-,"  the Doctor started, but Rory interrupted him.

 "Maybe we just should leave," Rory cut in, eyeing Sherlock's glowering expression nervously.

The Doctor shrugged, and they left Sherlock alone for the better part of the day. However, when they got back, it didn't look like the high functioning sociopath hadn't got anywhere.

"Sherlock?" John asked. "How are you doing?"

"I almost got it, John!" Sherlock shouted, making John jump.

"Alright, alright," John said, annoyed.

"Well, anyway, it's late, you should probably leave...." the Doctor suggested.

"I don't sleep, Doctor," Sherlock grumbled. The Doctor raised his (almost non-existent) eyebrows.

"Perfect!" the Doctor cried. "I don't either! Let's work on this together!"

Sherlock looked as if that was the last thing he wanted to do, but he begrudgingly let the Doctor help.

Which is how, at three AM in the morning, twin shouts sounding from the TARDIS went: "I got it!"