Author Note: Hello all! I'm so glad you could join me on my first attempt at a crossover story! I happen to be a huge fan of Doctor Who and Sherlock which is partly why I decided to do this story. I happened across a post on tumblr which described a scene that made me want to do this particular crossover story and for those of you with tumblrs, you will probably recognize the scene when the story gets there. Please enjoy and R&R!

SuperWhoLock: The Medora Mystery

Prologue

The Oncoming Storm

The TARDIS started to make alarming noises as the Doctor scrambled around console, trying to figure out what was wrong. Lights were flashing and the noises were getting louder no matter what the Doctor did. The TARDIS suddenly pitched and the Doctor found himself on the floor next to the console.

When he got up from the initial shock of the TARDIS slinging him to the ground, he saw that she had stopped and the alarming noises and lights were no longer a problem. He peered out the door and observed a deserted interstate with a lonely road sign standing in the twilight. He walked towards the sign and examined it with keen interest. It read, "Theodore Roosevelt National Park, South Unit, 15 miles."

The Doctor's forehead wrinkled in confusion and he hurried back to the TARDIS to figure out where he was.

John Watson looked excitedly out the window trying to absorb what America in the Wild West would have looked like as the bus rolled past several little towns in southwestern North Dakota. Sherlock was moodily sitting next to him as he hadn't enjoyed being dragged halfway across the globe just so John could picture what the Wild West would have been like in all of his damn dime novels.

The fact that they were on a bus heading to a town named Dickinson in order to attend a musical in another town did nothing to pacify the dour man. John glanced over at the sulking Sherlock and sighed before handing him the newspaper he had picked up at the last stop, "Here read this. Maybe you can deduce something."

Sherlock took the paper and acted as if it offended him until he happened to scan the front page. He smiled happily and began to read eagerly. Seeming to sense his flatmate's mounting excitement, John turned towards Sherlock expectantly.

Sherlock smirked as he met John's gaze and said two words, "Murder, John."

Dean leaned up against the Impala while waiting for Sam to return with a map and for the gas pump to finish filling the car up. A loud thump and click told Dean that the tank was full and that he needed to remove the handle. He removed the nozzle from the car and placed it back in the dispenser handle. Opening the car door, he climbed in and started the car.

Sam came out from the store shortly after and Dean asked gruffly, "What took so long, Sammy?"

Rolling his eyes as he climbed into the Impala, Sam placed the cold six pack down by his feet and opened the map. Dean mumbled something intelligible, obviously still annoyed at needing a map.

"We wouldn't need the map if you hadn't spilled a beer on the last one! A map is what we need, Dean, since you refused to come with me to North Dakota last time," Sam curtly replied. Dean shot his brother a look and shifted the car into gear.

As they pulled out onto the highway, Dean inquired of Sam, "So where the hell are we going?"

Sam glared at him and pointed the opposite direction, "That way."

Whipping the car abruptly into a U-turn, Dean yelled angrily, "Son of a bitch! Why didn't you tell me before I turned onto the road?!"

Sam sighed and rubbed his head before shouting back at his brother, "Because you didn't ask! By the way, turn left here."

Dean automatically responded by jerking the car into a hard left onto a gravelly asphalt road with a sign for the town of Medora.