AN: First crossover fic, so proceed with caution. I've got it all mapped out in my head, now the hard part is writing it out. So the first few chapters will be a bit short, sorrynotsorry. Read, review, do what makes you happy as always! Happy Reading!
Sherlock Holmes: Consulting Companion
Part 1, Chapter 1: The First Meeting
He had been just a child. A twelve year old missing his brother, who constantly ignored him. He was a child with no friends, no one to occupy his time as he sat in the back yard of his house with a magnifying glass, looking at ants and pretending to solve a murder.
Sherlock lived a seemingly ordinary life, except for the fact that he was a genius. No one understood him because he didn't understand them. He was constantly ostracized from the other kids at school, they would all talk about tedious and trivial things, while Sherlock would sit in his seat, far from the others, reading a book on some sort of cipher or code, some sort of book on forensics. His teachers worried about him, always conferring with his mother about his behavior, and she would wave them off, saying her son was fine and if the other kids had a problem to do something about it.
His life at home wasn't much different. Once his brother moved out of the house to go to the university, Sherlock spent his time alone either in his room or in his yard. But then there was that one day, that one fateful day when he was playing outside and it was getting late, he heard something. Not like the occasional whisper or rustling from the woods, but something that sounded like it came from outer space. Something that came from far away. And it was the sound that he looked for later in his life.
In the distance, not awfully far from his yard, he saw a blue telephone booth materialising. It was the source of the noise.
"What is that?" he asked himself as he got closer, the noise more profound.
He saw the door start to open, light flooding from the inside, a mysterious figure coming out from the light.
"Who are you?" shouted Sherlock at the owner.
"Come with me." was all the man said.
"My mother told me not to go with strangers."
"I'm not a stranger, Sherlock. I'm an old friend." the figure came out from the light and smiled, straightening his blue bow tie.
"How do you know my name?" he asked.
"I told you," the man knelt down, reaching Sherlock's level where he sat on the ground. "We're old friends."
"But I've never seen you before." he said naively.
"You will. Come on! I've got something to show you!" he sprang up from the ground and offered a hand to help Sherlock up.
"I still don't know your name." he stated, getting up but standing there, not moving.
"I'm the Doctor."
"You're a doctor? Do you have medical training? Am I in a hospital, am I awake?" he kept spouting questions.
"I'm the Doctor, and this is my ship. My spaceship. Come take a look." he snapped his fingers and the doors opened. The man skipped inside, showing off the first big thing to pop out, a control booth.
"What is this place?" Sherlock asked.
"This is my TARDIS." he said proudly.
"TARDIS?"
"Yes, my TARDIS. Go on, say something, I've heard them all."
"It's like another dimension." Sherlock gasped. The Doctor's eyes widened.
"Okay, only heard that one once." he said. "It is another dimension. Time And Relative Dimension In Space, as a matter of fact. And Sherlock Holmes, I have something to show you. A little trip before you go in for dinner."
"Okay" the boy smiled.
"Geronimo!" said the doctor as the ship whirred and made that profound noise he would keep dreaming of forever.