Hello to anyone reading this! Thank you for reading my fanfiction, and I will try to put up a new chapter soon. Although, I'm having a little trouble with the next chapter and I still have to finish the rough draft then edit and possibly re-edit it, so bear with me please! This chapter is pretty short as it's meant to be kind of an introduction, telling you what happened from the future. If you feel so obliged review please please do! It helps me keep up my confidence to post stuff, and even if it's criticism I will appreciate it deeply, and will try to take advice to make my story any better. Thank you again, and enjoy! :) xx Ren
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock, Doctor Who, Supernatural or anything that has to do with them other than this humble story. ((sadly ;_;))
I'm going to tell you about the day that changed our lives. And I'm still not sure if it was for the better. That was the day that my best friend stood atop the roof of Bart's, about to jump, telling me that he was a fake. That everything was a lie. Of course I didn't believe him, but in the moment I didn't know what to believe. My stomach had churned into a knot of anxiety and my brain was muddled with fear. I didn't know what my life would be like without him, my best friend. I knew he was going to jump, but I didn't know what would happen after that. Sherlock threw his phone behind him, I screamed his name. He spread his arms like wings and leaned forward, flying off of the building, his coat billowing behind him and him flailing his limbs frantically with a look of pure terror plastered across his face. I felt like time had slowed down. And then it happened. the miracle, the impossible and brilliant miracle. It appeared, the blue police box, halfway down the building, sideways with the doors facing up towards Sherlock, hanging wide open at just the right moment, so he fell straight inside. The paint on the box was peeling, and what I'm guessing was once bright blue had faded to a greying bluish color, and it looked rather sad. I was confused, what was happening? How had it gotten there so quickly.. and out of thin air!? And why at this moment? Well, obviously to save sherlock from falling to his death, but why? Then the doors closed and as soon as the box appeared it disappeared again, leaving me standing, phone in hand, staring at the side of the building in awe and horror. Even if the mysterious police box had saved my friend from dying, where had it taken him? Was I ever going to see him again? I didn't know. I think I must have stood in the middle of the street for ten minutes, people blaring their car horns at me to get out of the way. I couldn't move. I couldn't think. Once I got enough strength to move a bit I dragged myself to the side of the road and sat on the curb, still staring at where my friend had disappeared.