Authors note:
Hey everyone! I started writing this out of pure boredom. I hope you enjoy!
"This is the spot." Sherlock Homes said.
"In the middle of the woods?" John Watson asked.
"According to my calculations, this should be the precise place." Sherlock said settling behind a mossy rock.
"How do we know he's coming?" John asked.
"He's been coming here every Christmas, who should he stop now?" Sherlock said.
"Do we know what we're dealing with?"
"This is all I have on him." Sherlock held out a thin file.
John thumbed through at the folder stopping every now and then to look at a picture. "And when should he get here?" John asked.
Sherlock didn't answer.
"Sherlock?" John said. No response. With a sigh, John sat down by Sherlock and waited.
"John." Sherlock shook John.
"Um," John sleepily lifted his head off the rock. "What's happening?"
"He's here."
John was awake now. He looked around as the wind blew making leaves fly in the air; an unearthly roaring the forest and a blue box appeared in front of them. The door flew open, and a man stepped out with short brown jacket, a red bowtie, a white under shirt, overalls, black pants, and black shoes. He smoothed his hair and straitened his bowtie.
"Is that him?" John whispered.
"Yes." Sherlock replied. "That's the Doctor."
"Where to now Sweetie?" A lady walked out of the TARDIS. She had crazy blond hair, red lip stick, a long black dress, and black high heels.
"Where ever the aliens are." The Doctor replied with a small chuckle.
"Who's that?" John whispered to Sherlock.
"Prophesier River Song." Sherlock said as the Doctor and River Song strolled away. "Come on John." He stood up and walked to the blue box.
"Wait, what are you doing?" John asked.
"Going in the box." Sherlock replied casually.
"How are you going to get in there?" John asked walking around the box. "It probably has some kind security or something."
"John, what do you do if you see something funny in the street?" Sherlock asked pulling out his picklock tools. "You walk past it." He said before he could answer. "And if you see a big blue box in the middle of the woods you are not going to walk right past it, not wonder if it has security."
"Ok then." John said.
A few minutes later the door swung open.
Sherlock toughed his case back in his coat and stepped inside with John following a few paces behind.
"Oh my gosh." John muttered under his breath looking around in amazement. "It's- it's- It's bigger on the inside!" He stepped outside and walked around the small box touching every side making sure it was all real. He walked back in to see an interesting sight. Sherlock was hunched up in a ball, his hands wrapped around his legs, and rocking back and forth on his feet muttering to himself.
"It's not possible." He muttered. "It's not possible, it's not possible, It's not possible, how is this happening?!"
John had never seen Sherlock act like this before. "Are you ok?" John asked.
"John, this is physically possible, they didn't even have it in the files Lestrade gave me!"
"Now where did the Doctor go this time?" A voice down the hall said.
John tried to drag Sherlock behind the consoled, but Sherlock was too focused on figuring out why it was bigger on the inside.
"Come on, whoever is out there is going to find us!" John said. But Sherlock still refused to move.
"Fine, you can get caught!" John scurried away. Finally he complied and hid behind the console with John.
A lady with long red hair walked out the hall, her aqua nails shimmered in the light. "Probably off fighting aliens." She said to herself. She flipped a switch and a loud noise went off. Panicking, she quickly un-flipped the switch. "Glad no one was around to see that." She said.
"Who is that?" John whispered to Sherlock.
"If you read the file you would know." Sherlock replied as she walked back in the hall.
"Where are you going?" A man with brown hair asked asked. "We just got up."
"Back to bed." She said grupily.
"But it's Christmas!" He whined.
"I can be Christmas whenever we want it to be Rory. So I'm going back to bed." She grabbed him by the arm and dragged him down the hall.
"Their coming back." Sherlock said standing up.
"What?" John asked. "They just left!"
"Not them The Doctor and Prophesier River Song." Sherlock said.
"Oh." John said standing up. Sherlock grabbed his pick locking case (which had fallen out of his pocket when he was trying to figure out what why it was bigger on the inside), adjusted the coat rack, and placed a fallen bowtie back on the counsel, making it look just the same as it did when they came.
"Let's go." Sherlock said. Just as they got behind the mossy rock, the Doctor and River ran out of the woods, into the clearing and in the TARDIS.
"That was a close one." John said as the TARDIS disappeared. "Wait….. Why did we leave?"
"Because it wasn't time to meet him." Sherlock replied.
"What do you mean by that?" John asked.
"I mean he's coming back. And when he does, then we'll meet him." He reached in his coat pocket and dialed a number.
"And how is my favorite brother doing?" Sherlock said sweetly into the receiver. "What makes you think I want anything?"
Ta-da! There's the first chapter! I would love to hear what you think of it in a review. Until next time, alvederzane!
