Biscuits
Summary: The Doctor goes around the TARDIS looking for his companions. Just a random Crack-ish fic I came up with. Don't ask why, I don't know either.
Word Count: 482
A/N Well, this is my first fic posted anywhere ever, so I'm a little nervous. This fic will be compliant to another fic I will be posting sometime soon called Caring Is Not an Advantage. And this is why I shouldn't listen to Lady Gaga at 10 p.m. while writing. .
The Doctor was in the kitchen looking for something to eat when he spotted some leftover biscuits from their last visit to Mrs. Hudson. Such a sweet lady. Anyway, he knew Sherlock and John wouldn't mind wouldn't mind if he got some, but it was always polite to ask, so he went looking for them.
They weren't in the control room, so he assumed that they were in their room. The one that was made to look like their old living room in 221B, not their bedroom.
All it took was one time entering that room without knocking for the Doctor to never want to go in there again. Sherlock and John were a little sheepish around him for the next couple days, but eventually they relaxed and all of them pretended that The Incident never happened (and yes, the capitals were there for a reason). Which was fine with everyone.
The Doctor made his way up to the 221B room, as it had been dubbed, and stopped right outside the door. There was a radio sounding from the inside, but the Doctor couldn't place the name of the song. He debated with himself for five seconds (seven if he wanted to be precise), before opening the door. What he saw inside was not something he would be forgetting anytime soon. The music he had heard was Lady Gaga's 'Born This Way.'
No matter gay, straight, or bi,
Lesbian, transgendered life
I'm on the right track baby
I was born to survive!
No matter black, white, or beige,
Chola, or orient made,
I'm on the right track baby
I was born to be brave!
Sherlock and John were singing and dancing along to the song. They were dancing terribly, but at least they looked like they were really enjoying themselves.
John was moving his fists up and down alternating between each hand, and swaying his hips and bobbing his head to the music, shuffling his feet once in a while, but mostly staying in place. Sherlock, on the other hand, was prancing and jumping around the room, striking a pose every now and then as if performing some kind of weird expressive dance to the lyrics.
The Doctor watched them for a few moments before closing the door quietly and walking away with a faint smile on his face. John and Sherlock hadn't noticed them enter the room while they were dancing, and he wasn't going to tell them either. They looked so happy, like there was no place else they'd rather be but in that room dancing. For a moment while he had been watching the two men dance, the Doctor felt like he was catching a glimpse of the young John and Sherlock.
Remembering why he had gone looking for his companions in the first place, the Doctor went back to the kitchen and ate a biscuit. They boys wouldn't mind.