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The first time Sherlock sees the blue telephone box (or what he thinks at the time is a telephone box), he thinks that maybe he's as daft as Mycroft always says he is. After all, although he's seen telephone boxes before, he's never seen a blue one; they're always red, at least in England. He's not sure about what color they are in other countries (at the age of seven, Sherlock had not yet left the island of Great Britain) but if the telephone boxes in, say, France were blue, why would one be in his back yard on an early September evening?
He thinks that maybe he's seeing things; he knows from some of the television he's watched that people sometimes see things that aren't really there so he squeezes his eyes shut tight until he's seeing fireworks. By the time he opens them again, he's almost managed to convince himself that the blue box won't be resting underneath the giant tree in his yard.
But it's still there and now, there's a man poking his head out of it. Sherlock can't make out much detail of his face, but he looks a little older than Mycroft and a lot younger than his dad. He can see that he's wearing a slightly crooked bow tie, which seems a little strange. Sherlock doesn't think he's ever seen his dad in a bow tie and his dad wears ties every single day.
He thinks that maybe he should go and ask the man if he's lost or something. Maybe he's supposed to be putting the telephone box in one of the nearby villages and took a wrong turn somewhere. Sherlock knows that this doesn't make much sense, because in order to get into the backyard, the man would have had to somehow get the box through the front gate and he's pretty sure that his parents would have noticed such a thing but nonetheless, it's the only explanation he has.
In the end, he decides to ask Mycroft what he thinks first. His brother is rather rude sometimes and often treats Sherlock like he's a squashed bug on the bottom of his shoe but he is pretty smart. He thinks that maybe Mycroft knows who the man is or how he got into the yard at least.
After five minutes of Mycroft ignoring him, he finally manages to get his brother to come to the window, pointing outside to where the telephone box was.
Was?
The telephone box and the man have both disappeared, leaving no sign that they existed at all. Mycroft mutters something rude under his breath and gently smacks Sherlock in the side of the head, going back to sulking or whatever he was doing. Sherlock continues to stand in front of the door for a few moments, his mind racing, trying to figure what exactly happened.
He decides that maybe he's been up too late; he's been awake for an entire day and a half, curious to see what would happen. Apparently it's made him daft already.
When he goes to sleep, he dreams of the blue box. In his dreams, it can fly.
Author's Note: Just a random idea that popped into my head, inspired by the fact that I desperately want some kind of crossover between Doctor Who and Sherlock to occur. I'll try to post the other five chapters relatively quickly but in the meanwhile, R&R would be lovely. xo.
