Hello dear BBC fanwarriors ;) This fic, like mentioned above, has a couple of references to the actual episodes of Doctor Who/Sherlock, for example a case Sherlock solved or an Alien the Doctor met. But hey if you're thinking this is just some cheesy mix up of the shows' episodes, I strongly hope you're wrong =) Unfortunately I don't own any of the characters in this, if I did, I'd think of myself the world's biggest genius, but I'm not. Oh well :)
(Reichenbach Falls episode, towards the end)
John's POV
Sherlock and I were racing down the cold streets of London after becoming law fugitives 10 minutes ago. For most people, being nearly killed off 2 times in that short time sounds mad. Well, that's basically the everyday life of Sherlock Holmes. And I was dragged along. One man has just been murdered, a man who lived so close to us.
After being nearly hit by a bus (saved by that brave man who was then killed.) we stopped to catch our breath.
"We need to get back in the flat, John." Sherlock said between breaths.
I scoffed. "They've got the flat surrounded, we can't go back." I replied. Sherlock started talking, and I stopped listening. Not on purpose. I looked down and there, on the side of the brick wall we were standing was a pile of newspapers, containing no less than the latest gossip. Quickly, I lowered myself in order to get it.
"Have you seen this?" I grunted as I straightened myself and handed it to Sherlock. "Richard Brook. Do you know him?"
Rose's POV
The wonderful Doctor and I had just come back from 1879, Scotland. There we had seen the craziest stuff. For one, I met Queen Victoria, and was deeply ashamed of the way I dressed (I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt so back then it looked naked...) All thanks to the Doctor. Anyhow, we saw a werewolf, a LIVING werewolf. Like, c'mon, how many people actually get to see that?
Well, Mr. Fancy Hair landed the TARDIS in London. I walked out excitedly with my bag and I saw I was nowhere close to my apartment. It was night and, as you can guess, cold.
" Uh, Doctor! I think you've messed up again!" I called to him.
" Ahh, what?!" He exclaimed in his high pitched tone that I had so quickly grown fond of. "But, I'm sure it's London!"
"It is London, silly, it's just not the right street." I explained.
"Oh, alright then, let's have a look around." The Doctor suggested.
He grabbed my hand, and we walked down the street. Slowly I began realizing my whereabouts. The TARDIS had landed a few minutes away from Baker Street. Wow, quite an expensive place.
That's all for the first chapter! Hope you enjoyed it! Constructive criticism always welcome ;) If you have any ideas about what could happen, send me a PM =) Love from, Dayz