Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock, Doctor Who or Zoe Ball. This is just a bit of fun. I have written this four hours before the Dr. Who programme goes to air, therefore I have absolutely no idea who the 12th Doctor will be. I have my own ideas as to who I would like it to be, and who I wouldn't like it to be (I will never reveal these thoughts). I just hope it is someone good!
Please review (please be kind), and enjoy!
Who, Doctor?
The familiar theme music filled the flat as John took his seat in his usual armchair, his cup of tea placed carefully on the floor by the side. Inhaling deeply, he held his breath for a moment as Zoe Ball appeared on the television screen, before releasing it in a long sigh. Sherlock had left a couple of hours earlier, muttering something about body parts, Molly, and Barts morgue, leaving a grateful John Watson alone in the flat.
The last thing John needed right now, was a genius consulting detective making snide comments and generally making a nuisance of himself. Just once, John wanted to watch a television programme without a running commentary about how this was wrong and that was stupid! Yes, John was a fully grown adult male, yes, it was just a programme about which lucky actor was going to be the next Time Lord, yes, it probably was just another publicity stunt, but John didn't care about any of that. He had loved the show since he first became aware of television. He had spent most of his childhood dreaming of travelling with the Doctor, battling Daleks, Cybermen, and Zygons. In fact, part of the reason he had joined the army, (though he would never admit this to anyone), was due to watching episodes where UNIT helped Jon Pertwee's incarnation of the Doctor fight off the alien hordes and restore peace to the world.
The show was about halfway through now, not long to wait. Matt Smith, the current, soon to be ex-Time Lord, was being interviewed, talking about the wonderful times he'd had filming the show, what an incredible experience it had been, how nothing would ever compare. Questions were put to him about how he felt to be handing over such a prestigious role, and how he thought the latest actor would cope with the sudden influx of fame that only a role like the Doctor could bring. The young actor is gracious in his answers as time ticks on towards the climax of the show. Zoe Ball brings the interview to a close and then pauses for the briefest of moments. The tension mounts. Suddenly the name is announced, the twelfth doctor is revealed, and the actor appears to rapturous applause from the studio audience.
John Watson, sitting in his armchair in his flat in Baker Street, stares at the screen, his mouth gaping open in surprise. Slowly his mouth closes, and his lips curl up into a smile that stretches across his face, his dark blue eyes dancing in delight. The next series was going to be so good!
The End
A/N: I wish whoever it is the best of luck, I hope the series goes from strength to strength :)