So, yeah, this is my first ever Wholock and I thought I'd give it a go. If I get anything wrong it's because I haven't actually seen all the episodes of Sherlock or Doctor Who yet. It's the Tenth Doctor and Rose meeting Pre-Reichenbach Sherlock and John. Also, characters are going to be a bit out of character because this is just whatever. Also, I did not invent exterminator dragons, they're from How to Twist a Dragon's Tail (I think).
"John! Get my phone!" Sherlock was trying to figure out what this strange ash was that he had found at a fire this morning when his phone had dinged with a text.
"Where is it?" John asked.
"Table," His phone was lying on the table next to his hand.
"It's right there, Sherlock, you can pick it up," John said.
"Have you ever seen ash with a green tinge to it?" Sherlock asked, ignoring John's comment.
"Fine," John walked over and handed the phone to Sherlock. Sherlock looked at the text message. It was from Lestrade, and it said:
Do you know what that ash is from, yet? Because we found some more. With a corpse.
Sherlock stood up quickly, knocking the chair into the wall.
"Sherlock? What is it?" John asked.
"Murder, John. Murder," Sherlock said while typing back a response.
Where is it? -SH
Knew you'd want to come investigate. It's over at that old collapsed building not far from Baker Street. The corpse looks like it was crushed back when it first collapsed, but I swear it wasn't there yesterday, and that building's been like that for a few years.
On my way -SH
Sherlock grabbed his coat and walked downstairs. John followed him out.
"TAXI!" Sherlock waved down a taxi and he and John got in it.
"So, who's been murdered?" John asked.
"I don't know. Lestrade only said that there was 'a corpse'," Sherlock said.
"Okay then," John said.
When they arrived at the abandoned building, Sherlock and John couldn't see the corpse because Lestrade and Donovan seemed to be staring at it. The exited the taxi.
"Well, who is it?" Sherlock said impatiently.
"Er, well, it's not human at all," Lestrade said.
"What?" Sherlock stepped towards the corpse. Lying there with a stab wound to the left side of its chest, was a big, black, winged reptile.
"What is that?" John asked.
"My best guess is a dragon," Lestrade said.
"Don't be an idiot, Lestrade, dragons don't exist," Sherlock snapped.
"Have you seen any other winged reptiles?" Donovan asked.
"Well, no, not really," Sherlock said.
"Then right now we're calling it a dragon," Donovan said. John knelt down to inspect the corpse.
"It must be a fake, reptiles don't have wings," Sherlock said.
"Um, Sherlock?"
"Well, we've inspected it, it's real all right," Lestrade said.
"Sherlock? You might want to see this,"
"But it can't be," Sherlock said.
"SHERLOCK! This mystery reptile, whatever it is, still has a pulse!" John said.
"You're being silly, John, it's been stabbed through the heart," Sherlock said.
"I'm being serious! And it's not coming from there," John said, pointing at the left side. "It's coming from here," he pointed at the right side. Sherlock knelt down to feel its chest when s-l-o-w-l-y one eye opened. A low growling sounded.
"MOVE!" Sherlock had just pushed John out of the way when ten sharp claws the size of kitchen knives extended from the end of its, well, you can't exactly call them fingers. The dragon stood up and looked at Sherlock. It backed up, ready to pounce.
This dragon was most definitely alive and also wanted to kill them.