Disclaimer: Doctor Who and Sherlock are the property of the BBC and the characters created by Steven Moffat. I don't claim ownership of any of the characters portrayed or mentioned in this fan fiction
This body was old: that much he could feel from the way it gave and sagged just a bit too much around the edges. But that was quickly made up for by its mind, so unlike all the others. This brain was lightning quick and efficient, taking in and storing every little detail with ease: the building was made no less than forty years ago judging by the texture of the walls for instance. And the reek of the dead that slipped from the cabinets had been masked with a sodium hydrochloride solution for another. The pesky glow would dissipate with time as he settled and for now he simple stood, clenching and unclenching the fingers and rotating the wrists. It would certainly take some getting used to—the feeling of having wrists and fingers and the sensation of moving them.
"It'll do for now. Could've gone a few sizes down and we'll add some glasses. Though it's really an improvement, wouldn't you say? What you had before was just so…sparse."
That voice was different through ears, still decidedly male but more sing song and random with qualities he hadn't been able to hear without them. Dangerous qualities. He squinted the eyes—the vision was off—and attempted to study both men but with minimal results. The man speaking wasn't spectacularly tall, short brown hair with pale skin. But he just couldn't make out any details.
"But we should all give a great big round of applause to Mr. Hetser, boys and girls! He's the one who stitched it up special just for you. After all...walking around with a bullet hole through the shoulder is so last season!"
"Oh, I worked so very hard on it!" a new voice (also male) said, this one with false appreciation layered on thick, "It's good though, isn't it Jimmy? None of that messy family business to take care of."
"Quite. And now that I've scratched your back it's only polite to return the favor, don't you think so my dear? Oh don't worry! It's just a few teensy little things! Steal a few things, leave a few clues, a monkey could do it really." The first man spoke, genial enough, yet he got the distinct impression the question, directed solely at him, wasn't really a question.
"…Of course." The words ended up slightly slurred, spoken from a mouth and in an accent he didn't yet know the specifics of.
"Good! Very good! I think this is the start of a beautiful working relationship between the three of us! Now, on to your first little favor…"
A/N: Bit of a short start but never fear, this is just the prologue! I know this basic premise has been done before but I have big things planned for this fic that i hope you'll enjoy! I'd really appreciate some helpful criticisms along the way, particularly about how I'm managing (or not managing) to keep everyone in character. Also, feel free to review and tell me if there's anyone you'd like to make a small cameo from either series and I'll try to work that in! Also, there are going to be alot of little mysteries in this fic and if you definitely figure them out at some point please don't announce them for those who haven't! First official length chapter should be up sometime today since i just need to proof it one final time before it's all ready.
Thanks!
~Windy