Bored
Authors Note: Just a mad, fun little idea me and a friend and fellow fangirl came up with while discussing Sherlock and Doctor Who over coffee. Please R and R, pretty please…
"Here we are" exclaimed the Timelord happily, flinging open the unassumingly flimsey-looking doors of his timeship. He turned to the taller of the two men standing next to him, an expectant smile on his angular features.
The man looked obstinately unimpressed and sighed. "Ok, bored now!" he decided after a few moments of looking at the spectacle before him and walked or rather glided back to the console, greatcoat billowing in his wake.
The shorter man turned away with reluctant exasperation, his brow furrowed under his sandy hair. "Wait, Sherlock, it's the big bang!"
"Yes, I'm quite aware of that, the floppy haired idiot over there just told us. Now, I have to get back to the apartment. Busy". He promptly withdrew into a battered old book on poisonous flora. The Doctor (aka the 'floppy haired idiot') stared, dumbfounded. 'What does it take to impress this guy?' he thought. A criminology library clearly.
"But this is how we were created, how you and I exist. You've got to admit is beautiful" said the shorter man, looking back out of the inexplicably open doors.
Sherlock Holmes let out a cry of exasperation, flinging the previously favoured book across the room. "That's mine!" yelled the Doctor. Sherlock ignored him. "Oh what do I care John! It happened, we're here, whoopee! That's all that matters. As I said I'm busy!"
"Right so that's why you were asking for cigarettes and complaining about lack of cases yesterday, clearly" John Watson replied.
"You know, for a detective, you suffer from an appalling lack of curiosity, of adventure-sense!" The Doctor informed him.
"Adventure" Sherlock said contemptuously "is for infants! Like you."
"Sherlock!" John admonished, shooting the Doctor his customary resigned, apologetic look. He was taking absolutely no notice. "Right, you like books, well who doesn't. This should be right up your street!"
"That's where I want to go, back to my street. Baker, 221b. Above the cafe"
"I've got it" the Doctor continued brightly, oblivious, an enthused grin lighting up his face "just, keep out of the shadows and do exactly as I say. Unless I tell you to jump of a cliff in which case ignore everything I say. No cliff jumping. It's bad for your health so I'm told. Never tried myself!" He began spinning dials on the console.
Sherlock threw his head back, blue eyes closing. This trip with the insanely enthusiastic time/space tour guide was more than he had bargained for when he agreed to this. 'Damn you, John' he mentally told his friend. Still, he had to admit. The big bang was beautiful.