The Legend
There was a story told long ago, lost through time, handed down through generations, to my family only. We were not important. We were merely the ones who watched and recorded all that happened in the days long ago. It was my favorite story as a child. Then I learned that it was not just a story my parents had made up, it was real, and I am going to tell you that story.
They say that there were once gods, who ruled the earth, visiting the nine realms, and protecting it. The Gods of Asgard, the figures of legend. All father Oden, his sons, Thor, and Loki, and all the other members of the gods. Nobody ever slipped past Himedall's watch. Nobody except four people. They were the first to make it into Asgard. But not all of them were human, and each had his own legend.
The legend of the first, The Doctor, had been lost through space and time, his name had been erased from history, and the few who knew him best, were dead. He was the lonely traveler, always running, but always looking. A Time Lord, from the planet of Gallifrey, the only survivor from the Time War, looking for companions to travel the universe, across all space and time with him. Bad things happened when he traveled alone for too long. But he wasn't alone. The woman who was suppose to kill The Doctor, traveled by his side. Her story was a sad one. Her life with the man she loved, The Doctor, was constantly interrupted. Their time lines kept on getting mixed up. She had once been a demi-Time Lord, for loss of a better word. She was an archeologist, a time agent, Melody Malone, Melody Pond, and in her spare time, the Doctors wife. These two, for fun, had planned on having a pick nick in Asgard, to celebrate. They had not, however, expected to get stuck with the "high functioning sociopath," who was the Doctors level of brilliance, if not better, (and this drove The Doctor nuts) and his blogger. These two didn't really have a legend. Not like The Doctor. They were good people. They solved cases together. An odd couple they were.
The genius was a young man, tall, dark haired, very skinny. Liked to turn the collar of his long black coat up, and it drove the blogger mad. Sherlock Holmes was his name. He was a Consulting Detective. he had made the name up. He was the person the police came to when they were out of their depth. Which was almost always. He was sharper then anyone in the world. He was rude, stubborn, and possibly gay. His blogger, Dr. John Watson, was an ex-army doctor. He was very faithful to the genius who towered above him. His was fierce, and brave, and very possibly gay. They two worked for the police. One could argue it was the other way around though, seeing as Sherlocks brother was half the British government. The police worked with an agency called Shield. The head of Shield was the former Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade. He was secretly taking orders from a man named Captain Jack Harkness. He thought this was what he was suppose to be doing. He had no clue that Jack was the leader of a secret organization, Torchwood. "Outside the government, beyond the police, tracking down alien life for centuries, and arming the human race against the future. The 21st century dis when everything changes, and we have to be ready." That was their motto.
Our story starts when The Doctor and River Song intend to pay a visit to Jack, and accidentally land in 221B Baker Street. The house of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.