this is the first time i've written a fic so sorry it's not the greatest :C maybe if you have any suggestions on improvements and stuff i'd be greatful, but enough of my waffle read da story.
London, England.
"John!" Sherlock called through the halls of 221B, "John!" He paced through the corridor, anxious yet excited about something. "John, I need to tell you something important!"
"What do you want Sherlock Holmes?!" came a reply from up the stairs. He raced up to find John sat at the desk on his laptop. "Seriously Sherlock, you could have just come upstairs, i've been here this entire time."
Sherlock seemed a bit taken aback, "You might not have been in and that would be enegry wasted on such a simple task when I could have simply shouted to see if you were in and if not, I would then have called your mobile."
"So what was it that you wanted?"
"Well, i recieved a telephone call earlier and it was from an old friend, he said there's trouble in Seattle and I said we'd be there tomorrow." Sherlock smiled, he knew exactly what John would reply with about him being implausible and wreckless, and how on earth were they going to get the money to get there.
"Okay, fine. Let's go to America." John said, Sherlock's mouth wide open. "Yeah, let's go and help whoever it is that needs YOU so much. Let's just go down to the ATM and withdraw the money, oh wait. We don't have any money. How are we supposed to find the cash for this Sherlock? I mean seriously, it's stupid, it's idiotic, I mean it might not even be that important and we could go for nothing!" The smile returned to Sherlock's face.
"Well John, that's why I contacted Mycroft and he booked us tickets on the next plane to Seattle, which departs in approximately... 50 minutes. And it won't be for nothing as they wouldn't have got in touch if it wasn't for something serious. They know how to handle themselves, they're big boys."
"I guess I have no say in this, right let's pack, we're going to America!"
Loch Ness, Scotland, 1953
"Amy, Rory! Get into the TARDIS. Quick!" The Doctor ran towards the blue blox. He finally reached the blue box just as two beams of energy hitting either side of his face. He fumbled quickly for the keys and tried to fit it in the Yale lock.
"Just click your fingers you idiot!" Amy roared, "Remember you had it installed at The Library, you told us, so just do it!" Rory was running a little behind her shooting beams from his auton gun.
"Amy, they're getting cloooooooser!"
"Then ruuuuun faster!" The two of them finally reached the box and fell inside shutting the doors quickly behing them. The two of them stood up, straightened their clothes and acted as if nothing happened, bounding up to the console. Rory then looked at the Doctor is a quizical way.
"What on earth just happened back there?" The Doctor looked at Rory as though he had 'IDIOT' written on his forehead.
"That, was the plot to conceal the Loch Ness Monster from the prying eyes of humanity. Obviously." The Doctor turned away and went back to the console flicking switches and pressing dials. The hum of the TARDIS centre was ringing throughout the room as the box materialised into the time vortex. As Amy was looking around she noticed a envelope with a single white feather atop it.
"Doctor, there's an letter here with a pigeon feather on it." The Doctor stopped and looked forward as if he'd just spotted something. Not turning to Amy he spoke to her.
"And is this envelope light green and empty?" She opened it, Rory's head poking over her shoulder.
"How did y- yes, yes it is." Amy and Rory looked at each other, bothing wondering the same thing, how did he know what colour it was when he didn't turn around. The Doctor jumped around very enthusiastically, taking the two companions by surprise. He clapped his hands and whacked a bell on the console and spoke to them.
"Well, this seems we're going to the United States of America, we have a date with an angel."
Toronto, Washington
"Do you think they'll show? I mean the Doc's a busy man do you think he got the message?" He turned to the other, raising an eyebrow.
"'Course he got the message, Cas knows where to find him. And Holmes won't able to resist the letter I sent him, they'll come. Calm down you jerk."
"Oi, bitch." A white light appeared in the back seats of the car and a man was seated there as if he had been the entire time.
"The message was delivered, he knows to be there and he will be." Cas said to the two in the front seats of the '67 Impala.
"Well then Dean, we best set up camp somewhere, Sherlock and Team TARDIS will be here in the morning." One guy said to the other, mimicking driving the whell of a car. Dean looked at him and shook his head.
"Oh Sammy, you have a lot to learn." And the car trundled onwards further into the city, where they would wait for the two parties too arrive.
