Chapter: 1
Hello people! This is my first crossover, second Doctor Who and first Sherlock Fanfiction, this is based off a head cannon my friend gave me! Please leave thoughts.
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters I just RP them.
Young Sherlock woke up in the middle of the night to a noise, more like a whinnying groan. He walked over to Mycroft's room.
"Mycroft," Sherlock said waking his twelve year old brother up.
"What… Do… You… Want?" Mycroft asked his brother.
"Did you hear that noise coming from downstairs?" Sherlock said.
"No I was sleeping like a normal person," He yelled.
"But there was a noise!" Sherlock insisted.
"Stupid little boy, five year olds will 'hear' because their brain wants to prepare themselves for any predators that might be hiding. So guess what this means, now that you heard that noise," Mycroft tells Sherlock.
"What?" Sherlock asks.
"Congratulations your survival instincts are working," He replies sarcastically. Sherlock exits his room and goes down stairs. This mansion was huge, it would take him forever to get to where the sound came from. Sherlock scans the area around him he noticed to secret doors, he pulled up the building plans of his mansion inside his mind palace. The one on his right would take him straight to the opening hall which was where the sound was coming from. He only knew because his room was directly over the opening hall, but it took forever to get there. He raced down the passage way. He remembered about a month ago how Mycroft convinced him to go through the passage ways maze under our house;
"You do want to prove that you aren't a stupid boy right, brother mine?" Mycroft said.
"Yes I do but I don't want to get lost!" Sherlock replied.
"Ok I will lead you blindfolded through the maze, I will leave and you just need to get out, it isn't that hard," Mycroft persuaded. Sherlock nodded and followed Mycroft blindfolded down to the maze. Mycroft left and got back within twenty-six minutes using the quickest route possible. Sherlock started moving and got back to the house within two hours.
"Well it wasn't that hard, you were supposed to memorize the turns we made to get there, you're just a stupid little boy,"
"Well I'm only as smart as taught me," Sherlock replies.
"Don't be smart Sherlock, I'm the smart one," Mycroft says.
"God I swear if it was more than three hours… I would have strangled him," He thought. Once he started thinking of something else he had reached the entrance to the entrance hall. He saw a blue box, a 1950's police box. He walked around the box feeling the architecture. Made of wood. He smelled the wood, it didn't smell new, maybe it was an original. Did his parents actually buy this? Why?
