Author's Note: The Sherlock part is set after Reichenbach and (obviously) it's when Sherlock's back. The Doctor Who parts take place sometime in between seasons 5 and 6 and sometime after Blink, but before Utopia. The Avengers part is set after the movie, except Phil is alive (Yay!). Sorry if you find the first Sherlock part boring/disgusting. I promise it gets better.
Disclaimer: I don't and never will own Doctor Who, Sherlock, or the Avengers (sadly). That was pretty apparent, but I felt it was necessary to inform the public. :)
John walked into the kitchen, thoroughly disgusted by what his flatmate was concocting. Eyeballs in jars and preservatives of liver were set everywhere in every manner. That skull Sherlock was quite fond of sat atop a stack of books, poised in a manner that made its eye sockets seem to follow John around the room.
John opened the refrigerator, hesitantly, unsure of what he would discover in there. He flinched as a bloody finger sat on one of his fine china plates, smack in the center of the shelf.
"Don't be such as girl, John." Sherlock said dully from across the kitchen. He held up a clear bowl full of mysterious reddish liquid, leveling it with his eyes. "It's just a little experiment of mine."
John rolled his eyes and closed the refrigerator door, knowing Mrs. Hudson definitely wouldn't be happy with the detective this time. "Of course it is. I was just wondering if we had any jam left." he trailed off, pausing for the answer.
Sherlock didn't look up from his work. He simply pointed a long bony finger over to what seemed to John to be some sort of internal organ smeared with his jam. John scowled, "Great." he sighed, "Oh, that reminds me," he perked up a bit and walked back over to the living room. "Here." he held out a book to Sherlock.
Sherlock looked up and craned his neck to read the words right-side-up. The title read: A Beginner's Guide To Astronomy. He pulled away slightly, as if disgusted that John would even think to get this for him. Or, John thought, he could be flinching away from the word beginner. This made the corners of John mouth turn up slightly, but it wasn't a true smile. "What is that for?" Sherlock demanded. He sounded just as disgusted as he looked.
"Well, I know you don't know much about it so..." he trailed off. The way his friend was looking at him made him slightly embarrassed. Maybe he shouldn't have gotten him the book. His eyes fell to the floor and the old soldier shifted uncomfortably on his feet.
Sherlock groaned, "So what? I solved the case, didn't I?"
"Just read it, it's good knowledge to have." John said quietly, eyes not leaving the floor.
"I-" Sherlock started again, but was cut off by John's cell phone.
"Hello?" John said, holding a finger up for Sherlock to pause as he answered it. He was secretly glad the phone had cut the conversation short. After a series of "Mhm"-s and "I see"-s and a final, "Okay, we'll be right over." John turned back to his partner. "It was Lestrade. He needs us. Read the book, will you?" That last sentence popped out with more force than he realized he used.
Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Fine," he agreed. He knew he could talk his way out of it, but thought he might as well please his friend for once, seeing the trouble be went through to get it, and Sherlock owed him for Reichenbach. "But I don't see why. It's not like there's anything out there."
Amy leaned against a coral column of the TARDIS. "Where are we going, Doctor?" she asked curiously. She moved over to the console, where she peered over the Doctor's shoulder.
"Anywhere you'd like really," he replied. "I haven't got plans. And is just me or is it hot in here?"
"Haha." Amy laughed sarcastically. "You think your hot jokes are funny?" She put on her best man voice. "I'm the Doctor. Is it hot in here? Oh wait, it's just me!"
The Doctor furrowed his brow. "Uh, I wasn't going to, er, do that... I really think it's hot..." he trailed off awkwardly.
Amy rolled her eyes, but secretly she felt awkward too. "Sure you weren't." she said.
They would have continued on with the the conversation ignoring Amy's ... misreadings, the TARDIS groaned. It wasn't a happy groan or an upset groan. It didn't sound too healthy to Amy. The ground beneath them began to shake violently. Amy grasped desperately for the edge of the console. The trembling grew more intense with each waking moment. Sparks exploded from the devices on the console and from various spots around the room. Rory, who had been completely unprepared for the sudden lurch of the once steady ground, was attempting to regain his composure from his sprawled out position on the floor. "Doctor?!" Amy called, not caring how much desperation creeped into the word.
Rory had followed her lead and called out to the Doctor as well, however the Doctor ignored them both. He was frozen for a second, crumpled into an awkward heap on the floor. A second that seemed like hours. His eyes were wide and filled with some emotion Amy could not identify. Suddenly, the Doctor shook his head roughly, like he was clearing away all the frivolous thoughts that clouded his mind. "Doctor, do something!" Amy cried.
"There's nothing I can d-" the Doctor started to say, but was cut off. There was a flash of completely blinding white that filled the whole TARDIS. At first, Amy was afraid a spark of electricity had blinded her, but in actuality, the whole TARDIS had been drenched in blinding white light. The light was accompanied by a strange numbness that overcame every aspect of Amy's body. She couldn't hear, see, smell, or feel anything.
Within moments, however, the light and the numbness were both gone. Amy realized she was laying on the floor of the TARDIS. She tried to sit up, but was overwhelmed by dizziness and a intense headache. "Doctor?" she groaned.
The Doctor was at her side immediately and helped her sit up. "Are you alright?" he asked, though he himself did not seemed to be fazed by this frightening experience.
"Fine, I guess." she said groggily. "Where's Rory?" She looked around, but there was no sign of her husband.
A sudden urgency came upon her as the Doctor furrowed his brow. "Mhm, not quite sure." was all he said. Amy jumped up, ignoring the headache that bombarded her brain.
"Where could he be?" she demanded. "What happened? He was right here! Where could he have gone? Rory!" She ran to the back rooms of the TARDIS. "Rory?" she called again. He had to be there somewhere, she thought. He couldn't have just poofed off to somewhere else. "Doctor, where is he?"
The Doctor followed Amy through the TARDIS. "I'm not sure. From what I can see, something brought the Tardis here. I'm not sure what and I'm not sure why, but it might not have needed Rory." Seeing the hurt and worry in Amy's eyes, he quickly finished up, "That probably means he was just left behind. Meaning he's safe." he concluded. He then lowered his voice and said, "I'm just not so sure about us."
Greg Lestrade squatted down to inspect the bank vault for what felt to him like the hundredth time that hour. He had called up John for him and Sherlock to come over. He even admitted to John he couldn't find any leads on this one. But of course, Sherlock could find one in seconds. He tried to take in all the details, but nothing popped out at him. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, before straightening up.
He walked over to Anderson. "I don't think it's anything too big." Anderson was saying to Sergeant Sally Donovan. "No connections to any other cases, I mean."
"Wrong." Every head in the room turned to the doorway. Sherlock waltzed right in. "Very wrong, indeed."
"Well, if it isn't the freak show." Donovan remarked rudely. "Finally decided to show up, did you?"
"What do you mean: wrong?" Lestrade asked, ignoring Donovan as he fell into stride with the consulting detective who was heading towards the bank's now-empty vault.
"Anderson, of course," Sherlock said like it was so obvious. "What are you, Anderson, blind?" he said, catching the other man's attention. "Of course there's a connection. The Weldon Cases ring a bell? This has him written all over it. No fingerprints. Anywhere. And did anyone notice the little GW carved into the floor? Or the clock that is two minutes fast? It's just like the two other cases. Do any of you have brains?"
"Now, Sherlock, don't be rude." John said, coming up next to him, but all his reprimanding had yielded was an eye roll from Sherlock.
John had heard most of what Sherlock had said and found it surprising that Lestrade's team had completely missed all of that. He unzipped his jacket. The temperature in the room seemed to be rising by the second. "But weren't the last two cases homicides? I don't think Weldon has robbed before." He felt a trickle of sweat on his brow. Why was it so hot? It was the dead of winter!
"The temperature has risen significantly since we've entered the room." Sherlock said, ignoring John's question completely. "I'd say it's at least ten degrees warmer."
"Mhm," he replied. So his friend had noticed it too. What did this mean, though? Sherlock wouldn't have noticed had it not been important. "So what then?" he asked, unable to see how it was relevant.
"Not sure yet. I-" Sherlock began to reply, but stopped short. "The ground's shaking." he observed rather quietly.
"What?" John asked. He hadn't heard what he had said, but realized the same thing for himself in the next few moments. The ground beneath them began to quake. An earthquake? John thought. In London? He didn't have anymore time to question it.
"Get in a doorway." Sherlock said sternly, heading for one himself. John stood in the nearest one. He remembered somewhere he learned that a doorway is the strongest structure so that's where one should go during an earthquake.
But suddenly, it became more than an earthquake. Everything went white. Panicked, John brought his hands up to his face. Although, in an attempt to do so, he realized he was numb. Nothing was working. "Sherlock!" he tried to called out, but his voice was stuck with fear. Panic shot through him faster than adrenaline. The defensively soldier side of him came out. He tried to ready himself and his useless limbs for an attack with no avail. Besides, for all he knew this could be the attack. Or he could be dead. Suddenly, it felt like he had been slugged in the gut, and everything came back.
"Welcome to the 51st century!" the Doctor said, beaming as they exited the TARDIS. He spread his arms out wide, gesturing at everything at once, letting his companion take it all in. "5023."
Martha Jones smiled and took a deep breath, letting it all sink in. They were in a large room. The wall were made of glass which looked into the rooms next door. The transparent ceiling revealed a starry night sky, darkening blue because it seemed to be pretty early. "Are we on Earth?" she asked.
"No," he replied. "Over it I think. In a passenger spaceship, for lack of a better term. This is the year Jack is from. Ah, I just love this year. Really good hairstyles. Oh, and Gregor Hamsel is going to make a car travel at the speed of light, this year. A car, can you believe it?" he started to bring her up to speed on the pop-culture, advances in technology and medicine, and history. "Mhm, and you have to try the food. Mwah!" he kissed his finger then threw them in the air. This made Martha smile. They walked into the neighboring room. Martha noticed the hairstyles were a bit 'out there', but she understood why the Doctor was so fascinated by them.
They got in line at a food stand up against the wall. The walls were transparent here too and Martha could see right into space. The man at the stand, whose hair was electric green and spiked in several places, asked her what she would like. She hesitated. She didn't really know what she liked in the fifty first century. She took a breath to answer, but something else beat her to it. That something being the ground trembling.
A gasp filled the room, and a few people were knocked to the ground. Someone announced over the intercom, "Will everyone please stay calm we are simply going through some turbulence, nothing to worry about. But because of safety precautions, it is advised you return to your seat and buckle up."
Everyone began to file out the door, a quiet murmur hovering over the group. Martha glanced at the Doctor, "What do we do?"
The Doctor shrugged, "We could investigate if you'd like."
"Oh, Doctor, you know me too well." she flashed him one of her gleaming white smiles and started off.
That's when the shaking became rougher. It easily knocked Martha off her feet. The shaking grew more and more rough until even the Doctor looked scared. "Martha, we need to get out of here." he said, sternly.
Martha followed his line of vision to the glass wall. It was the only thing that separated them from outer space and Martha noticed a crack. A hairline fracture, but a crack all the same. She didn't protest. Although the trembling threw them around, they tried their best to get back to the TARDIS. "Doctor!" Martha cried. The ground seemed to slant. They were falling. Into the shattering glass wall. Martha screamed and shut her eyes, just as everything was coated in white.
Author's Note: I figured you could make out what happens after that and it's sort of a cliff hanger. Where did they all go? Where's Rory? What will happen next? It will get better I promise! Please leave reviews. I would love to know what my readers think! Any recommendations or request of things to put in the story? I will consider everything!