This is the first WhoLock fanfic I have ever done. Also, this is Ten and Rose. NOT Eleven and Amy. So cut me some slack…. Enjoy!

Rose walked out of the small flat, sighing. The Doctor walked out behind her. He was puzzled by her attitude, and wanted to help in some way. He hated seeing his Rose in so much emotional pain. "Rose…? Rose, are you okay? Can I help at all?" She looked back at him and smiled lightly.

"Doctor, I'm fine. Really I am." She said. Of course the Doctor gave her a look. She laughed. "I just didn't want to come home just yet. Don't mind me. I have to go in to town. I got a few things I got to pick up for my mum. Can you manage in London alone?" He smiled.

"Of course I can. And I won't get in the TARDIS and leave you. I promise." Rose held up the only key to the TARDIS there was and his sonic screwdriver. He blinked a few times before she spoke.

"I'm talking these so that way I know you won't!" She kissed his cheek and hugged him tight. "I'll be back before nine, and mum will be here all day." The Doctor shook his head and laughed.

"I'll be in town. I have to see a mate on Baker Street. Just don't get in to trouble, and don't worry about me alright?" He kissed her head and walked off in to town to enjoy the sites. Rose smiled and walked off, hoping he would follow his own advice.

Sherlock Holmes laid on the couch of his Baker street flat. John had just come in from the shop. He looked at he clock, ten after ten it read. "John. your friend is coming soon." John stopped and looked at him. John had a lot of friends, so who could it be. He glanced at the clock that Sherlock was looking at.

"You mean... The Doctor? How do you know the Doctor?" Sherlock closed his eyes, sighing.

"You left your phone here, and you got a text from the TARDIS. It said: 'On my way, will arrive about ten after. We need to talk.' You said in your blog once about a strange blue box, called the TARDIS. Next to that message however was a signature 'The Doctor'" Sherlock paused a moment and looked at his friend. "So you went through my phone. I can't believe you" He blinked a moment. "You read my blog?" Sherlock only groaned, rolling his eyes. what a stupid question, coming from a very smart man. Sherlock stood up and walked to the kitchen.

"Yes, Now I need you to hand me my phone." He held out his hand, awaiting the phone from John.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH So yeah... Writers block! This is only a start! More later :D 3 Review!