Doctor Who?

~Disclaimer. I do not own Sherlock, Doctor Who, or Supernatural~

{Ninth Doctor for first few chapters}

It was one minute before John Watson's thirteenth birthday. He was awake to experience his dramatic change from being a boy to being a teen. He was anxiously awaiting midnight when he heard a noise from outside that sounded like wheezing but more metallic. He ran over to his window to see the source of the noise. He watched in amazement while a suspicious looking blue box appeared out of nowhere. He forgot all about his first hand experience of his thirteenth birthday and went downstairs to figure out what the strange box was.

He opened the door and saw a tall, well built man standing before him. His hair was very short and worn close to the skull. His outfit consisted of a black leather jacket, dark trousers, leather shoes, and a black V-Neck jumper.

John was about to ask who he was when the man just stormed into his house like John wasn't even there. The man was walking around his kitchen looking at the food, once finding what John guessed was what he was looking for, the man laughed loudly.

"Ahh ha! Banana's!" The man exclaimed.

John stood in the doorway of the kitchen watching the man, but not doing anything to stop him. It felt like forever when the man finally noticed John standing there.

"Oh. Hello there little boy. I'm the Doctor. Who are you?"

John stared at the man that called himself 'the Doctor', perplexed by the man.

"Hello?" The man asked. "Did you hear me?" After a second where the Doctor knew he wouldn't get a respond he asked, "Are you deaf or something?"

"Of course I'm not deaf! There's a strange man in my house! What am I supposed to do, answer every question he blurts out?"

The man was silent for a while. After a couple minutes of thought, he replied. "I'm sorry, I just needed food. When I saw the banana's, I couldn't help myself."

"Banana's won't do much to help if you're hungry. You'd need actual food."

"Ahh! But that's where you're wrong, boy. I don't need food. I just had a craving. That's all."

"You don't need food? What are you, some kind of alien?" John asked.

"Yes, actually." The Doctor retorted.

John stood still for a while, letting what the man just said to seep in. "What are you?"

"I'm a Time Lord. Now, can I get your name? Or maybe your age even? And the year if you would be so kind."

"I'm John, John Watson. I'm twelve..." He paused and looked to the clock and noticed it was almost one o'clock. "Make that thirteen. And as for the year; it's 1984."

The Doctor was stunned for a moment then looked over to the clock on the stove. He turned back to John with what looked like confusion written on his face. "What does a clock have to do with your age?"

"Well, I was twelve yesterday, and today I'm thriteen. So, can you guess what today is?"

The Time Lord looked lost in thought until he answered with, "Saturday?"

"My birthday, you twit."

"No need for name calling, young man." The Doctor replied.

"Sorry..."

"Now, do you know anything about technology?"

"My dad taught me a bit. Why?"

"I need help fixing my machine. She kind of broke down right out front."

"I can try."

The Doctor led the way out to his 'machine', stopping to look at what was in front of him. John waited in the garden area for a second when he noticed that the Doctor had stopped in front of a blue police box.

"Is this it?" He asked.

"Of course. What did you think I was looking at, your garden?"

"But it's a police box."

"So what? My TARDIS can do anything." The Doctor said, looking lovingly at his machine.

"TARDIS?"

"Time and Relative Dimension in Space."

"So what, it's a time machine?" John asked.

"Yes it is. Very good, not many people notice that. It travels through time and space. It's huge and awesome."

John had noticed many things about the 'TARDIS' as the Doctor called it, but one thing that stood out, was that the door was opened and there wasn't a single thing in there."Then why is it empty?"

"What?" The Doctor turned around quickly and staring at it in confusion. "But... but... How is that possible?"

"It's not supposed to look like that?"

"No, not at all!" The Time Lord looked at the TARDIS, his mouth agape.

"Maybe I could help." John tried to be helpful.

"You don't even know what it's supposed to look like!"

John stared daggers into the man for a minute. "If I can't help you, then at least go inside and lay down, take a break, maybe you'll think of a way to fix it."

He looked like he was thinking it over before he answered. "Fine. But what about your parents? Won't they freak when they find me?" He questioned, putting his fingers up in quote marks around 'freak'.

"I'll tell them you're a friends brother and you needed a place to crash for a little."

"Hopefully they'll believe that."

"They will, don't worry. Now get inside, it's freezing out here." The Doctor stared at John and pouted like a child being told what to do by their parent before heading off into the house.

John stayed outside a little longer, continuing to look at the machine. He walked off to a shed located to the rear of their mid-sized backyard. He unlocked the doors and walked in to a automaticly lighted room. He grabbed random tools and found anything that looked useful then left the small space and waltzed back to the Doctor's time machine. He pounded a few things with his hammer, then screwed a few loose bolts. Once done on the outside, he ran around to the front and opened the doors.

John stumbled backward. The inside was no longer empty, but instead had a huge room inside. There were many different things thrown around, some laying in the middle of the room while others were piled neatly on a seat. The biggest thing, though, had to be what looked like a control panal. There was a dome in the middle encircled by glass, with what looked like rotating spirals inside. On the controls itself, there were hundreds of buttons and levers; all with different colors.

John was amazed by what he saw. He guessed this is what the Doctor had meant by 'huge and awesome'. All of a sudden, the machine started to make noise, and weirder yet, the Doctor suddenly appeared next to him, as if out of nowhere.

"You are brilliant!" He exclaimed.

"Umm... Thanks... I... think." John stammered.

"You wanna go for a spin with me?" The Doctor asked.

"I would love to. But my parents will be awake soon. I need to stay."

"That's the beauty of time travel, my friend. We could leave and be gone for hours, but return here where only mere seconds have passed."

"That sounds amazing, Doctor. But I can't. This is too much already." John paused then added, "But promise me you'll come visit sometime, yeah?"

"I promise, John Watson." The Doctor smiled at John and right before he exited the Doctor added, "When I leave, you'll be amazed."

John was confused for a second but didn't say anything. He watched the machine in anticipation. The machine started to make the sound he had heard at twelve and the light on top started to blink. He watched in amazement as the TARDIS dematerialized into thin air.

"Wow," was all John could manage.