But that's impossible!

A Wholock fanfiction by Becky.

*BANG!*

"Bored!"

Sherlock was shooting the wall again. It was an average Monday. He hadn't had a decent case for 2 weeks, and it was getting to him. He refused to change out of his bed sheets and hadn't washed for a week. His curly locks were scraggly. "What about the one about the cursed diamond?" John was finding cases on the internet. So far, Sherlock had solved them all. "Insurance fraud. The wife killed 5 family members, covered her tracks and said the diamond had cursed the family. She then took the life insurance money. BORING!" This is impossible, thought John. He solves them all! This is why we can't get a case. He's too clever! Maybe Anderson should come over, lower his IQ.

*BANG!*

"SHERLOCK! STOP SHOOTING THE WALL! You don't pay for this! We're both meant to be paying but only I do!"

"Well make me less bored then!"
"I'm bloody trying! You solve them all!"

"Find me one more, and then I'll go to bed."

"God, you're like a difficult 6 year old sometimes…" John muttered as he searched 'Unsolved mysteries' on Google. "Here, how about this one…A blue police box was seen in Camden lock. People approached, and without warning it vanished into thin air. Hmm…nah, that's probably a hoa-"

"NOW THAT IS INTERESTING! John, shove over. Camden lock? Not too far! Follow me!"

"Sherlock, it is ten thirty!"

"And?"

"Well at least put some clothes on!"

"Ehh…no."

John sighed. It was going to be a long night.

They reached Camden in 15 minutes, and saw nothing suspicious. Suddenly, they overheard 2 teenage girls talking about the box. One was 1.42m and the other was almost as tall as Sherlock. The shorter one had long, brown hair and freckles. She was on the shoulders of the taller girl. Her glasses were too big for her face; they were round, black and taped together. She was incredibly skinny too. Wearing a grey cardigan, white t-shirt, black trousers, stripy tie and humming Moonlight Sonata, anyone could spot a nerd like her. The bullies at school clearly could too; injuries to the leg explained the shoulder ride, and a well hidden bruise to the arm was why she wore a cardigan in summer. Her hair was greasy, and was back in a ponytail. It looked a bit like Molly's hair, except greasier. She had money; Converse shoes, Lowepro Vertex 200 AW Rucksack, Sony earbuds and an iPhone 5s. Her best friend was the tall girl. They had split heart necklaces and they never took them off. On that note, the tall girl was 1.74m and skinny. Long, wavy, ginger hair loose on her shoulders and small glasses. She was a geek, not a nerd. She had many friends but she was loyal to them all. She had a t-shirt with a cat on and a ¾ sleeve jacket. A purse bag with her phone in; An Alcatel. There was a purse too. She was clearly a popular Instagram user. More money than the first girl, but she saved it up. Sherlock walked over and asked about the box. The first girl spoke up.

"You're the hat detective aren't you? Well, I guess you're investigating the box. It looked like the TARDIS; that's Time And Relative Dimensions In Space, piloted by the Doctor, and they made a TV show of it. Dr Who, have you seen it?" Sherlock shook his head. "Well you should watch it. It'll help. Anyway, my friend here thinks that it's all bullshit and it's just a show, but I know it's not. He's real! Oh, sorry. I'm Becky, and this is Megan. Excuse the leg, being a nerd has its downsides. American transfer jocks kicked a 'football' into it. It's a bloody bowling ball disguised as a rugby ball! Unusable for 6 fucking months!" He was right. "I can show you the Doctor if you like! AND give you more info on him. Follow us! Megan, forwards!"

"Becky, you really don't have to say that." Megan piped up for the first time.

"Yes I bloody do! Now RIDE!"

Sherlock and John followed the pair through the streets of London for 4 and a half hours until they reached a small flat in Croydon. Once they got in, Megan sat Becky on a rolling spinney chair and she propelled herself into the bedroom with her good leg. Megan gave John and Sherlock some tea and explained a bit of backstory.

"Becky is my sister by law, not blood. We're the only kids who know in our school. They all think we're just friends, not sisters. She ran away from Cambridge when she was 4 after the murder of her parents. Oh, she forgot to fucking say thank you for solving that one." She shouted the last bit into the next room. "Our parents are out for the week on a business trip, so we're home alone. Becky's like a 6 year old most of the time, so I'm the leader when our parents are out."

"You'll get along well then…" John muttered to Sherlock. Sherlock was still in his bed sheets! At least he'd put underwear on before leaving the house.

"FOUND IT!" Becky cried from the next room. Megan jumped up excitedly.

"Found what?!" She said.

"My old Star Wars t-shirt!"

Megan sighed and sat back down.

"She'll be ages. She's going through her cupboard and finding old shit I 'lost' for a reason. Make yourselves at home."

2 hours later, Becky emerged on the swivel chair wearing a Star Wars t-shirt (it had a picture of 2 stormtroopers by a water cooler, and one of them said 'Huh, maybe those WERE the droids we were looking for!'), a neon green hat and blue jeans. She was pulling a huge box of Dr Who stuff; posters, VHS tapes(!), DVDs, books and memorabilia. "Help yourself!" She said to Sherlock. John had fallen asleep; It was 4:55 in the morning by now. Sherlock examined the various Doctors, read about his friends and his enemies, and watched a few episodes. That woke John up. "Uhh, uh, agh…wha..? Where am I? Oh, right. Have you 3 slept at all?" The trio shook their heads. They were finishing up an episode when they heard a noise outside.

*Vweeop, Vweeop, Vweeop,*

Becky fell off the chair and hoisted herself onto Megan's back.

"*GASP* OH MY GOD! THAT'S THE NOISE OF…OF…"

They all looked at each other.

"THE TARDIS!" They collectively shouted. Running outside, sure enough, was the blue box. Megan walked towards it and knocked. The door swung open. The 4 faces were greeted with a massive interior and one man standing in the middle. 2 heartbeats. Brown hair. Brown coat. Blue suit.

"The…the…doc…" Becky stammered.

"That's me! The Doctor!"

~End of part one~