Beep beep beep.

Watson looked down at the phone in his hand. One new message.

Baker Street. Come at once if convenient. SH

The ex-army doctor sighed. He'd just been sent to the supermarket by the same man to get milk and had planned to buy a book or two whilst he was out.

Beep beep beep. Another message.

If inconvenient come anyway. SH

John sighed again, this time with less energy than before. He had never been able to get his mind around his room-mate. One minute Sherlock was sending him out on some errand and the next he wanted John back at 221B Baker Street immediately. There was nothing for it, John would have to forget the milk and return home. After all, it could be another emergency.

…

"Keep the change." Watson said to the taxi driver before he dived out the door and ran up the steps to the town house he lived in.

After unlocking the door, he proceeded to walk up the stairs to his apartment but stopped half way. The door was open. Not wide open with a friendly face smiling back down to John to calm his nerves but slightly agar with an eery silence floating through the gap.

"Sherlock?" He called out. "Sherlock are you there?"

When no-one replied, John moved slowly towards the door, making sure to put up his guard on high security. The small slice of artificial light shining through the doorway told him that thee curtains had been closed and the light turned on. But why?

The doctor moved his steady hand towards the door and pushed it open.

"Sherlock?" He called once more.

Walking into the room, he saw that it was empty. No Sherlock to be seen. But that wasn't all. The place was a mess. The books on the bookshelf were scattered over the floor, the paintings that used to line the wall now lay on their sides at tangents to the walls, and multiple coffee mugs had clearly smashed as they'd been tossed aside. Even the red armchair that Watson liked so much had been pouched aside from its original position.

Holy mother of…

A clatter came from the kitchen.

Slowly, John tiptoes towards the other room, picking up a heavy book on his way. He held it out, ready to attack when an old woman in a purple dress stepped in front of him.

"Mrs. Hudson!" John exclaimed.

"Yes, hello John." She replied, as if everything were perfectly normal.

He stared back at her, mouth gaping open. "What… What… Did you do this?" He asked, gesturing to the space around him.

"Yes dear, I'm looking for something. And I'm in a hurry"

John shook his head in bemusement.

"Well, could I help you?" He finally replied.

The woman looked up from her search. "Why yes you could! It's a round gold pocket watch with vines engraved around the edges. Makes a little ticking noise when you put it to you ear."

Watson stared to look for said object. "Mrs. Hudson, have you seen Sherlock? He told be to meet him here about twenty minutes ago."

"Yes." She replied with a huff. "He asked me to make him tea so I told him that I'm not his house keeper and then he just ran off down the stairs with no warning! Didn't even say good-bye."

This wasn't unusual. Sherlock often ran off with no warning. But never before had he ran off after texting John to meet him immediately, something just didn't seem right there.

"Oh here it is!" Mrs. Hudson beamed, holding up the dainty pocket watch.

"Oh, that's great…" John couldn't even finish his sentence before the old woman had left his apartment.

Running after her, Watson called out "Mrs. Hudson! Mrs. Hudson, where are you going?"

"I'm late!"

It took only a second for John to decided to follow her down the stairs. Mrs. Hudson moved very quickly, almost too fast for an elderly woman, and Watson had to sprint to keep up with her. As he ran, the stairs seemed to get longer and longer. A strange pounding started in John's head and the corridors started to blur together.

Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick

It was quiet at first but as it got louder, John recognised it as the sound a pocket watch would make if it were attached to an amplifier.

And then it began to resonate inside his head. Echoing off all the bones in his body.

John hit the wall.

He pushed himself off and continued after the woman in front of him. She seemed to be a mile away now, running down the endless steps that unfolded in front of them.

"Mrs. Hudson." He called out. But it didn't sound like him. The voice sounded strange and distant, as if it were called out by another John Watson that stood far away from him.

A door appeared before them. It was the door to the bottom apartment in the building and the old woman disappeared inside it. As soon as she did, the door began to shrink.

John ran, towards the deflating door, hoping that he could catch it before it disappeared for good.

He reached out his arm and begged for it to wait for him.

Faster and Faster he ran.

Reaching out.

And then, nothing.

…

Darkness. Darkness everywhere.

John looked around himself. He blinked again and again but it was no use. He couldn't see anything.

…

Hours seemed to pass. John sat in darkness. Silently waiting in confusion.

…

"Hello? Sherlock? Mrs. Hudson? Is anyone there?"

…

"Hello? I can't see anything. Please… Please help me."

…

Lying down on his side, John Watson Cradled his own head, hoping to wake up from this nightmare. Suddenly, for the fist time since entering the gloomy pit, John felt a wave of soothing calm wash over him. He opened his eyes too see a small light floating in the air. It flinched away as the ex army doctor reached for it. Then it moved again. Further and further away.

John felt a pulling sensation and found himself crawling after the light. The close he got to it, the more hopeful he felt. Then, after minutes of only seeing one light, John noticed another object in the empty space around him.

It was a door. A single door. No wall, just a lonely door in the middle of nothingness.

The light came to a halt above the wooden door. Picking himself off the floor, John circled the peculiar door, trying to soak up any answers that it might have offered.

He stopped before the rusty copper handle. He didn't know what was through the door. He didn't know what would happen if he went through the door. But he knew that he had to open it and step through.

But this was just a door. Surely John would step through into the other side of the dark space that he had stood in only mementoes before. The idea that it would lead anywhere else was pure madness.

However, when John opened it and stepped through, he found himself in an entirely new place than before.

"John Watson." Whispered a silky voice behind his left ear. "Welcome to Wonderland."

A/N: So this is my first Sherlock fan fiction! I really hope you like the first chapter, this was very fun to write :D And I'm really sorry if you were reading this hoping for some Sherlock/Watson action but this will not be a romance story. Still, keep reading if you want to find out what happens to John and Sherlock in Wonderland!