So this is my first Wholock. The first chapter is a little short. Enjoy though. This takes place before the Reichenback Fall for Sherlock, specifically before he gets 'famous' in RBF. For Doctor Who it's taking place either after The Runaway Bride or after Journey's End. I haven't decided completely for him.
"No, no! John just think! Half of the world would be better if people would just think!"
Sherlock groaned and fell to the couch, hands flying up in exasperation, than immediantly stood up and walked ou the door of the flat.
"Sherlock you can't go out in public in a bloody towel," John yelled after him. Too lat, the door to the flat slammed shut. Making an effort at this point was useless. Sherlock does as Sherlock does, the number one fact of life. His attention shifted to the new paper on lap, that Sherlock was yelling over.
'Two mysterious murders, looking like serial killings. Both disapeared two weeks ago, turning up yesterday dead.'
Shaking his head, John set the newspaper aside. A shrill ringing filed the air, Sherlock's phone. John ignored it, knowing it was Lestrade again. Sherlock yelled at Lestrade earlier for lack of details about the bodies. Appearently it was disclosed, which slightly offended Sherlock. He refused to work with them.
Sherlock stomped down the street, perfectly aware of the odd stares and yells of people, just choosing to ignore them. It was impossible to work if people didn't think. The case must be bad, there was no other reason to withhold evidence from the only one capable of solving it. He was trying to make a point.
"Sherlock!" A voice called out next to him. Choosing to ignore it, with a slight eye roll, he quickened his pace.
"Sherlock you can't do this. People are phoning to complain about it."
Sherlock didn't even look towards Lestrade, who was attempting to get his attention.
"We need your help, but we can not tell you much this moment. It's even withheld from us."
Fed up, Sherlock looked for a way to avoid Lestrade. Looking ahead he saw a blue police box, almost laughing at the irony. Even though police boxes were outdated and not seen too much Sherlock didn't think twice about using it to hide. Maybe he'd call John and have him drop off some clothes. Sherlock opened the door, and stepped inside.