Two Geniuses Meet

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or Sherlock

Chapter 1: The Box From the Sky

"Alright! Where should we go next? Anywhere, anytime, as long as it's amazing." The Doctor scrambled around his TARDIS, pulling knobs and twisting polarities.

"I want to relax." Amy rained on his party. "Just a day. One day! To ourselves without disaster following us."

"Yeah!" Rory spoke up. "I mean, we just escaped certain death from a collapsing spaceship, all fire and broken pipes and running for our lives. Can't we just take a breather?"

"Oh, you two are fine." The Doctor pouts, flinging both his arms their way in a single dismissive gesture. "We hardly got a scratch on us."

A screeching metallic sound pierced the room. The Doctor looked up, turning his head to look at the monitor.

"Oh that's not good." He said quietly.

"What was that?" Amy spoke in her worried tone.

"What's not good?" Rory demanded to know.

"Not good...very not good." The Doctor raced around the mechanic central pod in a flurry of movement. The TARDIS began to shake and smoke, alarms blaring in red lights. "We must have been passing between two suns stuck in a binary orbit, and the infinite loop interfered with the polarity of our coordinate grid. It's pulling us somewhere."

"Where!" Both Amy and Rory shouted over the alarms, as they hung onto the control module.

The Doctor laughed, "I don't know!"

Rory and Amy looked at each other in shared fear in anticipation.

"Hold on, Ponds!"

"Sherlock, you might want to take a look at this." John stood next to the sunny window with a cup of tea in one hand, and the daily paper in the other.

"Don't care." Sherlock sat nonchalantly in his clean-cut sofa, tuning the strings of his violin. "It's sure to be something the populous finds intriguing like a dead actor or the Queen's missing cat. Boooring."

John quickly looked at Sherlock with narrow eyes, but relented to his partner's impenetrable depressing mood. "It says here that two nights ago at 11:36pm, an unidentified object fell from the sky in Petersburg-"

"Say that again."

"W-what?" John stumbled, confused.

Sherlock gave him an impatient stare. "Watson, you know I hate repeating myself."

"Uh, right... An unidentified object fell from the sky-"

"Alright, go on." Sherlock waved his hand at John, and went back to tuning the instrument.

John rolled his eyes before continuing. "Witnesses describe a box, in the night sky, falling to earth and covered in flames. On the same night, four people were reported missing around Saint Morgans Church. The location the large box fell, was right next to the church. Further investigation impeded by problems accessing warrant to search the grounds.

"Do you think the missing people and the box are connected?" John questioned after reading the column.

Sherlock was quiet for two minutes, his hands held up, fingers pressed together just over his lips in concentration. Finally he looked up. "Sounds interesting. Grab your jacket, Watson. Something nice, if you would- we're going to church."

Amy stumbled out of the police box, coughing profusely from the smoke inside that followed her in billowing white wisps. Raising her head from the crook of her arm, she could just make out the night sky and crooked trees in the distance through stinging watery eyes. She heard as Rory exited the death trap behind her, his choking barely containable.

"Where are we?" Rory gasped once the worst subsided.

Clearing her throat, Amy rubbed her right sleeve over her eyes to see better. "I think we're on Earth, but I can't be sure..."

"Of course it's Earth!" Exploding from the blue box, the Doctor waved away the smoke around him like it was an annoying fly buzzing around his head. "Question is, are we even in the same universe?"

"You are not making any sense. Again." Rory said from were he sat on the grass.

"The pull of a binary solar system looks like what the infinity sign does. A figure eight. So, when the TARDIS flew through the very center of it, we were thrown into the magnetic grip of an infinite loop. Then, we were spat out here. Earth. But is it the same Earth?" The Doctor crouched down and plucked a few strands of grass to sniff.

"There are other Earths?" Rory asked, perturbed.

"That...that's insane. Why would it not be our Earth?" Amy had started pacing back and forth from Rory to a rock.

"Because infinite loops unravel the range of impossibilities." The Doctor looked at Amy, eyes wide and hoping for her to understand. To come up with the revelation herself. "What's one thing I've always said was impossible?"

Amy thought hard. "Um, oh!" She snapped her fingers, an idea on the tip of her tongue. "Oh, is it that we can't cross our own time streams? Two Amy's?"

"Don't remind me." Rory muttered.

"Not quite, but good guess." The Doctor said, satisfied at the attempt. "Accessing parallel worlds."

"So, you're saying we're in a parallel universe? Another Earth, but not our own?" Rory stood up, facing the Doctor, his eyes glowing with held back up-rage.

"Yes. Isn't it amazing?!" The Doctor's face lit up in glee.

"Any how are we supposed to get back?" Amy stopped pacing and stood in front of the rock, facing the childish man with the bow-tie. "You know, to our universe!"

The Doctor leaned back a bit and fiddled with his hands, Amy noticed, like he does whenever he gets nervous or stuck. "Um, that's a good point, um... we can't."

"WHAT?"

"Can't you just fly the TARDIS into another binary solar something and take us back?" Rory protests.

"A binary solar system's magnetic infinite polarity loop is set to random. Even if we did the exact same thing we did earlier, there's no telling where or when or in what universe we may end up in." The Doctor is pacing now, ruffling a hand through his hair, the other making gestures in the air.

"So we're stuck here?" Rory fell back onto the ground. "That's great. That's just great."

"You must have something up your sleeve! There must be something you can do!" Amy yelled at the tall man. "You can't just give up."

"I never said anything about giving up. I have an idea, but we're going to need the TARDIS... which is repairing itself at the moment." The Doctor ducked as a spare piece of the control panel flew out of the door, a line of smoke trailing behind it. "In the meantime, why don't we explore? Oh, and I wouldn't sit on that stone, miss Pond."

"Why? What's wrong with it?"

"Well, nothing. It's doing a perfectly good job at what it does. Labeling the recently deceased that lies underneath it."

Both Amy and Rory jumped up; Amy turning around a full 180 degrees, looking back at the tombstone she was sitting on seconds before with wide eyes.

"We're in a graveyard." Her voice was small, but still assertive.

"Next to a church." Rory added.

"Good! Exploring our surroundings now. Very good start. I'd go so far as to add that the air tastes like the early twenty-first century of England."

"Okay...I'm not even gonna bother questioning that." Rory said

"Shh!" Amy put a finger to her lips insistently. "I hear people coming."

The three scrambled to hide themselves: Rory and Amy behind a five foot tall hedged bush, the Doctor behind a large tombstone.

"Why are we even hiding?" Rory whispered to Amy.

"Here they come!" She replied, pushing Rory's head back down.

Two voices carried across the graveyard to where they sat.

"So we're just going to break and enter into a church in the evening dusk?" The first voice, a male medium but airy falsetto, spoke up.

"It's not breaking and entering. It's simply entering." The second voice was male also, but was deeper and more refined.

"Trespassing, more like it. Why not get the warrant like the police are doing? That's legal, more effective, and we're less likely to be shot that way."

"John, this is a church. They're more likely to welcome us in than they are to shoot us. And the warrant is a waist of time. If it has the police held up, then we can get a first look at this 'box from the sky'."

Rory held back Amy's gasp, his right hand covering her mouth gently. The TARDIS was suppose to have a shield that divided other people's perception so they didn't look at it twice, or find interest in it. The perception filter must have been damaged on the trip here.

"Why is this so important? Sherlock, you haven't taken a case in a whole two weeks now. Now things fall from the sky and you're interested."

"I was bored, Watson." The two men come into view, and it was Amy's turn to cover Rory's gasp. Their names sparked something and she recalled it: Sherlock Holmes. But he's a fiction character! He's not real, and he's definitely not from 21st century England.

The taller man had dark brown, if not black hair, sitting atop his head in unruly curls. Hidden underneath some of the curly locks were surprisingly big ears. His face was long with cheekbones that stood out prominently and sat high on his cheeks below piercing olive grey eyes. A straight, long nose went down to a wide stretch between the tip of his nose and upper lip. Full lips too, that were frozen in an expression of careful observation.

The shorter man had very blonde hair, parted to one side. His face somehow reminded Rory of the hobbits in Lord of the Rings. Where Sherlock's face was long, Watson's face was short and rather pudgy. He had the kind of cheeks Amy thought that an aunt would pinch the daylights out of. His eyes were auburn gold, and portrayed his uncertainty at strolling in a graveyard at night.

"There it is. The box from the sky." The man called John said.

The taller man held out an arm in front of John to stop him in his tracks. "I do believe we are no longer alone, John."

Silence covered the graveyard like a cold blanket. None of the three wanted to come forward, as they were hesitant as to what would happen if they were found.

"Come out. It'll be much easier on yourselves if you step forward now. You might just stop breathing so quickly."

Amy threw Rory a nasty look. He held his hands up in defense, but swallowed in admittance. Both froze up after hearing a familiar voice answer back.

"Very well put! Why don't we all step forward? Come on Amy, Rory. Let's get to know the locals." The Doctor stepped out from behind the gravestone with a swagger.

"Great." Rory bobbed his head up and down, his mouth pressed tightly. If his eyes weren't so puppy-like and round, he might actually have looked intimidatingly peeved. "Just, perfect."

Amy ignored him and stood up from behind the hedge. She moved out from behind the hedge and went to stand near the Doctor. Two strange sets of eyes stared at her, and she simply held up her hand and waved. "Hello."

Rory stood up and followed closely behind her.

"Who are you?" John asked the three time travelers.

"We're simple tourists." Amy lied. Rory moved closer to her, uncertain of the situation.

"Really? Tourists?" John repeated. "In a graveyard at the fall of evening? 'Cause that always happens."

"Then why not have your detective guess who we are?" The Doctor smiled. "All I'll tell you is our names, and your partner figures out the rest."

"Is that a challenge?" Sherlock's eyebrow rose, shattering his stoic expression.

"Yup. I challenge you, Holmes...to figure out who exactly we are. Names, right! I'm the Doctor, this is Rory Williams and Amelia Pond."

After a short pause, Sherlock went to work immediately. He pointed to the girl.

"Amelia Pond, Scottish girl with a thing for short skirts- most likely used to wearing outfits due to the way you practically show off your legs - ring on your left hand shows you're married, to Rory Williams here. You're a nurse as I see it. Oh don't look surprised, you have it nearly written on your face. Quite literally: wrinkles below the eyes show lack of sleep, and by your age barely out of college so that must be from past exams. On another note you're a romantic, by the way you look at the girl- and experienced with fighting from what I can see from your defensive stance... By your stance it looks to be something other than fencing. Perhaps older? Doesn't matter... However-"

Sherlock turned to the Doctor and continued his fast deductions at a slower rate before starting up faster again.

"An alien is far more interesting... How old are you? Must be older than you look, the expression of caution shows years of experience... and you have old eyes... although your previous attitude was one of a child's. You have a unique fondness for random things like that red bow-tie on your neck that you keep nice and neat. Not a wrinkle but faded in color, showing much use- you might have worn it every day. This proves your lack in fashion trend or care for blending in with the changing times, one of the main contributing factors in London's social system. That, and the alien technology in your back pocket that just so happens to look like a pen - all points to only one conclusion."

The doctor took out the sonic screwdriver and twirled it in his hand as he looked widely at the detective in amazed excitement. "Brilliant! Oh, look at him, Amy. He's clever."

"Not done yet." Sherlock dropped on him. "Time traveler. The watch on the boy's wrist is read out as 8:03am, when it is clearly 10:34pm in the evening. A hard study like him would have his clock set nearly five minutes ahead of the regular schedule, but his is not right at all. No student with a watch ever wears one that is wrong, unless there's a reason for it. Something sentimental, from a romantic. That 8:04am now, is five minutes ahead of the exact time of before that boy left his own time stream."

"Wow." Amy said, impressed. "I think you met your perfect match, Doctor."

John scrunched up his forehead in doubt. "Um, Sherlock... a wrist watch is not enough to claim such an unbelievable deduction."

Sherlock took one step back. "You want me to explain myself further, John? Fine."

"Oh now I've done it." John muttered.

"The back of the boy's shirt has a tag sticking out, 'made in Shan Shen'. There's no place on Earth named that. Now look at their shoes. All torn up from running, possibly non-stop for three days, according to the accumulated layers of wear and wrinkle. I notice dirt- no... planetary territorial dust displaced on the shoes of the alien, and wet spots on the lower cuffs on the boy's jeans and quickly rubbed off burn marks and ash on the girl's lower legs near the ragged socks with holes. What girl would be caught dead wearing that? John, they've just come back from running for their lives, and by the looks on their faces given to me right now... "

A pause held the air as Sherlock walked to each person in turn, putting his face in the personal space of everyone before pacing. "Girl came close to death, boy saved her and the stick-thin excuse for a man came up with a way out. John, I AM NEVER WRONG!"

"How... how'd he do that?" Rory stumbled over his own words.

"Everyone," the Doctor nearly giggled. "I give you Sherlock Holmes."

"God help his ego now..." John mumbled.