BBC Sherlock/Eleventh Doctor.
My first ever fanfic/crossover. This chapter is very short, I know. I'll make sure the rest are longer. May have to change the ratings for later chapters. Reviews and constructive criticism would be great. :)
"That's another case solved. Good work guys." Lestrade looked quite please as he congratulated Sherlock and John.
"No problem."
"See you later."
The two of them stepped out of the tall office building onto the damp pavement. Sherlock's long black coat swished from side to side as he walked. The sun was just fading into darkness. John slightly jumped and swiftly spun around. It seemed as if he was scanning the area, expecting to find someone, or something, lurking in the shadows.
"What's wrong?" Sherlock asked, staring at him blankly.
"I thought I saw someone." John turned to face Sherlock. "It was probably my mind playing tricks on me."
Just as they rounded the corner of Baker Street a strange, but at the same time calming, noise could be heard echoing down the street. It was like the sound of screeching tyres, yet softer.
"What in the world!" John exclaimed staring at the tall, blue, old fashioned police box that suddenly appeared in front of them.
Sherlock paced around the box, his fingers gliding up and down the overly polished wood. Suddenly the door swung open and a bizarre looking young man wearing a light tweed suit and
a navy bow tie skipped out.
"Oooh, love the coat!" the man remarked pointing at Sherlock then spinning round to face John.
"Who are you?" John questioned him.
"The Doctor, you? " The Doctor replied looking from Sherlock to John.
"Doctor John Watson and I am Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock shook The Doctors hand. "The world's only consulting detective."
"Detective?" The Doctor exclaimed. "I love a mystery!"
The Doctor slipped back inside the door to the police box. Sherlock and John exchanged looks and proceeded to follow him.
I really have no idea why they decided to follow The Doctor into, what was possibly, a small, compact space.