It was a late spring night, and John was in his flat, alone, sitting in the patterned chair that is opposite to the little leather chair beside the fireplace, that is hardly ever lit. John had insisted on waiting for his tall dark brown haired flatmate to come back from an odd job that his flatmate had taken earlier that evening.
As the time went by, John began to get more and more tired of waiting and his eyes started to feel heavy with sleep. John did not want to miss the chance of chewing out his flatmate for being late, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to make the late night without something to keep him awake. John made his way to the kitchen so he could make himself a cup of tea to keep him conscious for the return of his tardy flatmate.
"It's bloody 3:00am and he doesn't even bother to call" John murmured to himself as he made his way back to his chair. As John was about to sit down and drink his late night tea, he suddenly heard a loud bang coming from the downstairs main door and the sound of a highly distraught Sherlock yelling from the floor.
"John….. Jooooohn….. JOHN!" He yelled. "Bloody hell, Sherlock! It's 3:00am! You could have called to let me know that you were going to be so late!" John barked as he walk down the staircase to Sherlock sitting on the floor. "Sherlock, what are you doing on the floor?" John said, looking down at the flustered Sherlock. "It's not possible, it can't be. I WON'T LET SOMEONE LIKE THAT BE REAL!" He said. "What in the hell are you going on about?" John said in confusion. "THE MAN IN THE BLUE BOX!" Sherlock said swinging his arms up in a fit.
"Uh… Man in a blue box? What man in a blue box?" John said, with a look of confusion and a bit concern. John knelt down and put his hand on Sherlock's forehead so he could check his temperature. John pulled back and looked Sherlock in the eyes. "Well, you don't have a temperature. And your pupils don't seem to be dilated" John picked up Sherlock's wrist. "Your pulse is racing! Did you run here?" John said. "I had to get away from that... That thing" Sherlock said. "What "thing"?" Replied John. "I told you! The man in the blue box! He called himself "The Doctor"" Said Sherlock. "Right… The man in the blue box…. Sherlock? Are you sure you didn't take anything? No one gave you anything weird?" John said, as he checked Sherlock's eyes again. Sherlock batted John's hand away from his face. "You think I'm lying? You think I made this whole thing up off of some delusion? I have proof! Look!"
Sherlock pulled an unusually looking screwdriver out of his pocket. "This, John! He called it a "sonic screwdriver"." Sherlock said. "Making up stories and now you're stealing from some poor bloke. Sherlock, I really think you should go lay down. You've gone completely mad." John said, as he reached out his hand. Sherlock looked John straight in the eyes and denied the gesture of help. "I have not gone mad. And I didn't steal anything. That man gave it to me, I just forgot I was still holding it. That was before he brought me to that impossible place! It had to be some kind of trick." Sherlock's eyes darkened and he went into his trance of thinking. "Sherlock? "Sigh" I'll leave you to your madness then."
As John stated to make his way back upstairs, he stopped at the sound of someone yelling from outside. "What way did he go, Rose?" The voice barked from a distance. "Now what!" John said, turning around and walking to the door to see what all the noise was about. He poked his head out of the door to see a man running around with some sort of location device and a young women with blond hair running in front of him. The man noticed John watching him and he started to run over to John. "Oi! You there!" The man said. John looked around him, and then replied "Are you talking to me?" "Yes, yes you! Have you seen a tall man with dark hair? He has something important of mine." The man said, now on John's doorstep.
John stood in a bit of a daze before answering. "Uh… yes…. Yes! His right here." John pointed the man to Sherlock. "He keeps going off about some man in a blue box called the Doctor." "Yes, well, that would happen to be me." The Doctor leaned down to where Sherlock was sitting. "Listen, I'm sorry I gave you a fright, but I need you to give me back my screwdriver." The Doctor said, placing his hand on Sherlock's shoulder. "What's the matter with him? Why won't he respond?" The Doctor said, looking up at John for an answer. "uh… it's a thing he does, he won't be responding to anyone for about a good hour. More impotently, who are you? And how have you managed to make Sherlock of all people so flustered?" John said, crossing his arms.
"I already told you. I'm the Doctor! As for the second question I have no clue. I only took him into the Tardis to save him. The man went mad. He started going off about how it couldn't be real. It doesn't really come as a surprise to me, it happens all the time to be honest. But I've never had anyone jump out of the Tardis like that. Well, not on purpose….." The Doctor said, as he stood up and looked at Sherlock. "There has got to be a way to snap him out of this" "It's no use. Believe me, I've tried. He will be like this until he figures out whatever it was you got him so worked up about. By the way, who was that women you were with?" The Doctor looked at John in confusion. "The young women with blond hair? She was running ahead of you?" John said pointing outside. "Oh! Rose! I forgot her outside!" The Doctor run outside and called for his companion. "Rose! I found him!"
A young girl came running over form a dissents. "Well it's about time. I was half a block down the street." "Yeah, sorry about that. I got a bit sidetrack" The Doctor replied. "No matter. I'm here now. And who's this?" Rose put her hand out for John to shake. "Ah! Yes, this is... Uh… What was your name?" John shook Rose's hand. "I'm John Watson, please to meet you. And you are?" Rose paused for a second. "Oh! Yeah, sorry. I'm Rose Tayler. Uh... You can let go of my hand now." John looked down to see that he was still shaking Rose's hand. "Oh, sorry" He let go of her hand and stepped back. Rose looked down to see Sherlock sitting on the floor. "Is he alright?" She said, pointing down at Sherlock. "He's fine, he's fine. Just… Just give him some time to think. Why don't we go upstairs? And can someone please tell me what the hell is going on." John said, gesturing towards the stairs.