"GERONIMOOOOOO!" The Doctor almost fell flat on his face with excitement. He could not wait to see where his old girl was taking him. He loved surprises.
The TARDIS hummed its tune that the Doctor and former companions had grown to love. He smiled as he was thrown off balance, not paying attention to his feet.
Wasn't that important at the time...
She landed with a thud. Fixing his bow tie, the Doctor parked her as gracefully as ever, which was quite rough, too be honest.
"At a girl!" He patted her affectionately. "Now where did you take me today?" He headed for the doors. "I really hope you didn't take me to Venus again. You may find it very humorous, but I don't need to work on any tan. I like my glowing..." He stuttered, not too thrilled with what he saw. Slamming the door shut, he composed himself.
"Oh dear."
"John?"
...
"Jooohn?"
...
"JOOOOOOOOOOOOHNNNNNNNNN?"
...
Sherlock was bored. There was nothing to do in the dull flat, and there was no case at the moment. Except for the one he was intentionally ignoring. People have disappeared without a trace, no ransom note, no money trail, nothing! It left Sherlock chasing his tail, and it was embarrassing to the consulting detective whose reputation had to be kept up. He could not wrap his brain around it, so he shoved it to the back of his mind to deal with later.
He did not feel like going through the cold cases Mycroft had "oh-so-kindly" dropped off for him, because, well, they were from Mycroft. He needed John. Where had John gone?
He sat up, placing a hand on his stomach. Odd...it usually doesn't make that noise. Ah, yes, John went to pick them up some lunch, and for the first time in a long time, Sherlock actually agreed and ordered something because he was...hungry. John seemed a little too enthusiastic that he wanted to eat. He knew his body had to function with calories to use as energy or what-not, but he also needed his brain to function. Yes, that was the most important matter at hand.
He heard the door downstairs open then close.
"Jooooooooooohn..."
Still no answer.
Sherlock huffed, then curled into a tighter ball with his revolver slung lazily over his shoulder, pointing towards the door to their flat.
"Right, Sherlock, they didn't have any fresh biscuits, so I asked Mrs. Hudson to make some, and sh-SHERLOCK! Get that thing pointing away from me this instant! I'm bringing you a peace offering, so there is no need to...whatever are you doing?"
"Bored." Sherlock mumbled against the back cushion of his chair.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Bored!" Sherlock stood up and shot the wall a couple of times where that blasted smiley face was still stained on the wall. Sherlock insisted they keep it up for old time's sake, since it was their first case together right after John had moved in.
"Well, since we aren't making any headway on the case..." Sherlock glared at him. "And I brought some lunch, now you have something to do." He sat the food on the little table between his chair and Sherlock's, not as wary of the gun since it was pointing away from him. "Eat."
Sherlock stared at his box for a second as if with X-Ray vision, then, deciding it was harmless, tossed the gun onto the couch and sat down to start eating.
"Did you not hear me calling for you?"
"Uh, no, my apologies. I was three blocks away getting our takeout because someone was hungry and I jumped on the opportunity. What did you need anyway?"
"Your laptop."
"Again..." John rolled his eyes. "Yours is right there!" Sherlock gave him a confused look, not wanting to look in the direction John was pointing since it would require turning around. "Never mind. I don't want to know."
Sherlock hummed as he continued eating.
A double knock on the door alerted the boys that Mrs. Hudson was entering. "Good afternoon! I brought some sweets for my sweet little boys!" Sherlock made a gagging face that Mrs. Hudson thankfully did not see as John thanked her warmly.
"Mrs. Hudson, John and I both are well past the age of childhood, therefore the term "little boys" is rather unnecessary."
"Well, you both are still my...grown men...to me. And besides, I could just take these goodies away and give them to someone who would appreciate me more and-"
"Nevermind, it was only a joke. See, John? I told you I can make a funny."
"Hilarious."
"Quite the charmer, you are." Mrs. Hudson set the plate in between John's and Sherlock's lunch. "Well, best be off. Lots to do. Enjoy!"
"What does she have to do?"
"Oh, I don't know." John answered sarcastically. "Maybe she's going to do laundry, dishes, clean house, you know, what normal people do, as should we, meaning you, more often."
"Dull."
John mentally facepalmed as the they continued their lunch.
After John threw all of their wrappings in the bin, he bagged it up and set it outside for the sanitation crew to come pick up. What caught his eye was new and very strange.
It was a statue of an angel covering its eyes. Its head was tilted as if in prayer with huge wings, revealing the robed dress it was wearing. John couldn't help but feel the slightest bit of nerves building up. He had never noticed it before. Perhaps the neighbors across the street were redecorating?
He shook his head, then went back into the flat. He failed to see that the statue was now looking straight at the door leading to 221B, arms outstretched.
"That was weird." John closed the door behind him.
"Mmm...yes. The lifestyle of normal people never amuses me in the slightest." Sherlock was fiddling with his robe.
"No...uh, the folks across the street? They left this huge statue, taller than me-"
"That's not saying much, I'm afraid."
"Shut it. This statue was just standing on the sidewalk. It was an angel covering its eyes for some odd reason."
"What's so weird about a statue?"
"I...I don't know. It just didn't...fit, you know. I feel like I was being watched."
"Hence the reason for gargoyles in most gothic homes and cathedrals."
"Right. Well, I'm a bit tired, so anything is likely to spook me a little."
"Even stone that is going to chase after you when you turn around."
"Apparently so. I'm going to relax. Try not to burn down the flat. And if you need me, text me, don't whine or shoot something."
"The shooting is only trying to help you get over your PTSD. It's been long enough and we've been on enough cases, surely that still doesn't make you jump."
"It doesn't! Just...just text, please?"
"Fine."
"Good." John nodded his head then went upstairs to his bedroom. He had to clear his mind. What he saw chilled him to the bone, but he couldn't figure it out. He took a peep out the window, and gasped.
The statue had moved.
John went right back downstairs to find Sherlock dressed...how does he do that?...
"Rest well?"
"I...I need you to come with me. Now."
"Why? There's been another disappearance. I got a text from Lestrade."
"Just come with me for a second?"
Sherlock rolled his eyes and followed John out onto the street. He almost ran into the statue. John jumped back, running into Sherlock.
"Honestly, John. It's just a statue. Look."
"I'm looking at it." John blinked a couple of times. Sherlock just stared at it, trying to figure out why this had John throwing a fit. "Sherlock? That's not what I saw not two minutes ago upstairs."
"What do you mean?" Sherlock was circling it, eyes consuming every detail.
"It...it was facing another way."
"Someone must have turned it."
"It was in a different position."
"Impossible, John it's a statue. It can't move on its own in any way, shape, or form. It-"
"No! Nononononono...Keep looking at it! Don't blink!"
John and Sherlock turned to look behind him at a man wearing a bowtie throwing around what looked like a screwdriver that was glowing green at the end. He was tall, lanky, and looked very nervous. And jittery.
"Get behind me!" They didn't have an option as the man shoved them behind him. He kept waving that thing in his hand.
"Um...is this yours?"
"No."
"Well, whose is it, cause it's bothering my flatmate."
"This is a Weeping Angel, and it is a deadly creature that you should stay far far away from."
"Uh huh..." John had no idea who this man was, but was glad for the assistance, although it was rather strange. "Listen, I don't know if you will believe me, but that thing was across the street last time I looked."
"Not surprised. This thing really wants you blokes for some reason." He then mumbled to himself. "That's why I'm here. They're back, but why why why?"
"It's a statue." Sherlock pointed out as if it were obvious.
"Only when you look at it. Now, I want you to continue to back up until we reach the alleyway. Then, on my mark, we are going to run into the TARDIS, I will lock the doors, and you'll be safe."
"Wait, what?"
"NOW!" The man turned around and shoved the detective and the army doctor in front of him to run and then took a sharp left. They came to a stop at a blue police box.
"I thought they didn't make these any more?"
"They don't."
"Then why...Sherlock." Sherlock turned around to see that statue...was it the same one? Impossible...standing at the head of the alley reaching for them with one arm this time.
"I see it."
"Keep looking at it till I get her unlocked and-get in go go go!" Again, shoved.
The Doctor ran to the controls and started hitting buttons and twisting knobs and they were off. John and Sherlock kept looking outside the door at the angel that had moved again in the alotted time they had just taken to get into the police box. They almost fell on top of each other. But they were in a tiny police box. Then the scenery changed. They both turned around and gaped.
"OK, I've landed us near Big Ben. That should put us some distance away."
Not one syllable escaped either mouth. The Doctor took a moment.
"Oh, right! Yes, this is the TARDIS: Time and Relative Dimension in Space. She's a time machine, and as you can see, bigger on the inside. Care to sit down? I know she can be a bit of a show-off. Yes you are, you sexy thing you. She's my time machine. Takes me all over the universe, any time, anywhere and I thought you guys talked more. You talk more to that angel than you do to me. And frankly, I find that very offensive!"
DING!
"Yea! Care for some tea? I promise it's freshly brewed this afternoon, but after going to the Arctic in the pre-historic era, it got a bit cold, so I heated it in the microwave. Fascinating invention of you humans. One of the most convenient. Did you know that...well, never mind that. Later topic. Anyways..." He clapped his hands once then stretched his arms out to either side of him as if asking for a big hug.
John walked in a circle, his head looking up and all around. Sherlock still stood by the door, eyes darting across the premises.
"It's bigger on the inside."
"Yes, John, I can see that. But what I don't understand is...how?"
"Timelord."
"Beg your pardon?"
"I'm a timelord. All of this is the most advanced of my former planet's technology, and I know it is very overwhelming to you humans, but it is fascinating isn't it?"
Sherlock furrowed his brow as the man spoke.
"I'm the Doctor, by the way. Sorry, I'm really bad at formalities. Introductions are usually sporadic." He extended his hand to John, who took it half-heartedly, still in awe of the place.
"Brilliant."
Sherlock winced at that comment usually directed at him when it came to his deductions. Jealousy encompassed him. Time to start deductions to keep the attention to the matter at hand. "How long ago was your planet destroyed?"
"What?"
"You said former planet. Your face lost a bit of brightness at the mentioning of it, voice cracked a bit as well. You have strange circular drawings written all over the central console that is obviously your native language. You look like a human, yet are not, hence the reason for a species that requires this certain appearance. Also, your style is thrown together rather carelessly with a bowtie, which I don't see the point in, since they were out-dated years ago."
"But bow-ties are cool..." The Doctor whined to himself as he placed a hand protectively over it.
"Furthermore, that thing you were waving in front of the statue was highly advanced, not something that has been used on Earth. Alien technology has never graced its appearance on this planet, and you are, as far as I know, the first extra-terrestrial lifeform to come here. But you've visited several times, since you know the layout of London well, so you find this as a homebase for you since you don't have a home to go to-"
"Sherlock, that's enough!" John interrupted. "Sorry about him...he does that to everyone new he comes across."
"No no no! That was very clever! I've never come to conclusions like that before, and I am a very confusing person. You read me like an open book!" The Doctor squeezed Sherlock's shoulders shaking him a little before letting go and spinning around like an excited child. "Maybe I am an open book..." He looked to John. "Is that a good thing?"
"Uh, well..." Feeling on the spot, John reverted the conversation back. "So, that was all correct? What Sherlock said?"
"Yes, hate to say. I'm from a planet called Gallifrey that was destroyed in The Time War. I'm the last of the timelords. We were a crazy bunch, but..." The Doctor stopped for a moment, a deep depression washing over him for a moment. He blinked then perked up. "Anywho, yes! I travel all over the universe, going on crazy adventures, coming across amazing people like you two, and save planets as I go. It's really fun once you get used to the life-threatening dangers at every turn. And the running. Always the running. Oh! I forgot my tea! Ah well, should be the right temperature anyway!" He ran off down a hallway, leaving the two humans alone.
"Am I dreaming?"
"No, because that would imply I am dreaming as well, which I never do, it's very boring."
"Of course."
An awkard silence, then CRASH!
"I'm alright!" The Doctor came back with a thermos. "And so is the tea!" He showed it off proudly. "Care for some?"
"No thanks, we just ate." Sherlock said without a glance as he was studying all of the notes posted all over the console.
"Well, back to the meat of the matter. I understand that there have been disappearances recently, yes?"
"Yes...how did you-"
"Can't figure it out?"
"Oh no..." John knew Sherlock hated his intelligence being taunted.
"It's not a matter of if I can't, it's just rather more tedious since there is a significant lack of evidence to point me in the right direction."
"I hate to say this, but...there is no way to find them." The Doctor wrung his hands nervously, having already forgotten his tea. "The Angels, they, when they catch up to you, send you off to another time, and suck the life out of you as you mope around in another time period with no way of returning home." He paused. "To put it mildly."
"Mildly? There have been 12 disappearances within the past two and a half weeks with nothing to go off of. There is always an explanation! And moving alien statues is not logical." He then threw his hands in the air, twirling them around. "THIS is not logical!"
"Yet, here we are." John gestured to the TARDIS.
Sherlock scowled at him.
"...how much bigger is it on the inside?"
"Honestly, John! You're such a child!"
"Says the drama queen."
"HAHA you two are funny. I like you!" He threw his arms around the two new companions. "Onto the grand tour!"
"What about that statue?" Sherlock perked. It was carelessly thrown out there, and John could tell he was just as curious about this place, if not more so, than he was.
"You're safe as long as you don't look outside. Probably more of them out there. They are hardly ever alone."
A man was walking his dog down Baker Street. His little Yorkie started growling. The old man looked up and fixed his glasses to get a look at what little Rory was looking at.
"What's wrong boy?" He saw a statue of an angel taller than him. "How very peculiar..."
Rory started barking.
"Now, now we don't have to fuss about-"
Rory just kept barking at the statue like crazy. He only stopped to sniff the ground where his master's glasses lay broken.
A/N: DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! I know I have like four other stories going on, but the plot bunnies have multiplied and I have to at least get this one chapter out in the open. First Wholock Fanfic YEA!