The Pilot, The Detective and The Doctor.

A/N: This came out of a very boring day...I lent my drama teacher Sherlock for the whole summer (got it back now :D ) so yeah I did this and some others...by the way there several quotes from both series' so internet cupcakes for those who notice...enjoy!

If there is a word to describe Martin Creiff's life it would be odd.

So many weird, wonderful, sad, happy things that have happened in his life- he was either surrounded by idiots or in the shadow of a genius, or both.

He neither liked nor disliked anybody he worked with.

His job, unless you didn't know, was a pilot. He wasn't paid or anything- likes it, he gets off on it- like the next passenger who would board the plane- Called GERTI of MJN Air, though there was only one plane so you can't exactly call it a company rather: An-aeroplane-that-shouldn't-be-flying-but-is-so-deal-with-it kind of thing.

Back to the passenger who was about to board the plane with his colleague/friend/assumed lover (but really isn't), Sherlock Holmes.

If there is a word to describe Sherlock's life is Danger.

So many strange, mysterious, deathly things have happened in his life- he was all most always surrounded by idiots except (sometimes) Dr John Watson, the other passenger.

'Skip, Skip, SKIP!' Shouted a rather bubbly male voice along with fast moving footsteps 'You would not believe what I just saw!' said a the same voice who's owner (Arthur- half steward, half happy, all idiot- but nice enough) was standing (hopping) in front of Martin and Douglas ( half pilot, half annoying, all brains- but unlike Arthur, not nice enough).

'Was it God?'

'Shut up Douglas! Go on Arthur what wouldn't I believe?'

'You got paid...sir?'

'Shut up and let Arthur speak!'

'Ok well, I was looking at the arrivals and I spotted someone who looked just like you!' Martin Groaned.

'What like that time where the son of that Doctor looked 'Just like Martin' oh what was his name?'

'Roderick?' Piped up Martin.

'Rory, ah yes and that guy who was obsessed with camping. What was his name?'

'Alex?' slurred Martin

'No James.'

'Yeah well anyway' continued Arthur 'I thought it was you, Skip,

so I went up to him and said 'Hi Skip why aren't you in the plane?' and he just blanked me, so it couldn't have been you! And he did look different...'

'You said he looked 'Just like Martin' but now you say he looked different.' Pointed out Douglas.

'Well he had the same face as Martin but he had black long hair and a biiiiiggggg blue coat and black suit. Oh yeah and a Blue scarf- like a snowman!' explained Arthur.

'Right well I know exactly who you're talking about. But first I think we should probably take off.' Muttered Martin.

'Hello I'm Arthur you must be,' Arthur looked down at a strip of paper 'Mr. Holmes, is there anything I could assist you with?'

'Cup of tea please.' He said not looking.

'Same here please.' Said the other guy- looking at Arthur and smiling.

'OK,' Arthur took out the same piece of paper 'Mr. Watson.'

'Actually it's Doc- ' but Arthur had gone.

'Wow Skip! He looks ssoooooo much like you except he isn't you!'

'As you keep saying, are you going to get Sherlock a cup of tea or not?' asked Martin sarcastically as he walked down the aisles of seats.

'Oh how do you know his name?' smiled Arthur.

'I, er, aha! I looked at his flight details!' lied Martin, smiling at his deviousness.

'Oh yeah...of course skip!' exclaimed Arthur, not realising that Martin was lying.

'Here's your lovely, warm, cup of tea Mr Holmes and you Mr. Watson.' Said Arthur as he passed the two passengers the tea.

'Erm I'm sorry to say this but it's cold...' apologised John.

'Your lovely cup of tea?' compromised Arthur.

'It's disgusting.' Commented Sherlock.

'Your cup of tea?' said Arthur.

'I don't even think it's tea...' Grimaced John.

'Cup?'

'Hello Martin...'

'Hi Sherlock!' screamed Martin in his high-pitched voice, he coughed, 'I mean, Hello Sherlock.' Sherlock chuckled,

'So you've become a pilot then?'

'Yes a-and you've become dark h-haired I see in fact!' exclaimed Martin proud of his come-back. Sherlock took a sharp in-take of air and shot daggers at Martin- metaphorically.

'What the HECK is going on Sherlock!' shouted John confused and annoyed at the same time was not his strong point.

'Meet my Brother: Martin Creiff, former Holmes.'

TBC...?

If people like it then I'll carry on, if not it'll stay as a oneshot. Either way I'm happy. Review. :)