THIS IS MY FIRST MULTI-CHAPTER! SO I HAVE TO FIGURE OUT THE RIGHT WAY TO END CHAPTERS AND STUFF LIKE THAT... IF YOU HAVE ANY POINTERS OR SUGGESTIONS, I'M DEFINITELY OPEN TO THEM! [=
ANYWHOOOO, Y'KNOW, NORMAL STUFFS, I DON'T OWN DOCTOR WHO OR SHERRRRLOCK, THOUGH I WISH I DID, HEH. DAMN MOFFAT.
ENJOY!
The Doctor awoke, his head felt fuzzy as he quickly sat up and looked around. He was in a room, a living room to be exact. The couch he sat on was dark, and the table to the right of him was covered in papers, books and empty tea cups. There was also a laptop open to a blog of some sort.
To his right was a wall, floral designed paper, with a yellow smiley face that seemed to be riddled with bullet holes painted onto it.
"Well this certainly isn't the TARDIS." He said quietly, promptly clearing his throat.
"The what?" A man asked, a man the Doctor had not noticed was there before. The blonde man was sitting in a big red chair and was looking at him rather strangely, "oh, another room in your mind palace is it?" He took a drink from his tea and turned back to the book he was holding.
"I'm sorry, my what?" He heard his voice more clearly, it definitely wasn't the same one he'd grown accustomed to the past 100 years. He felt his chest, looking for his screwdriver, but found he wasn't wearing a jacket at all, just a purple button up, "Well that's not good."
"Are you feeling alright? Is the case getting to you? You can always take a break, though I know that'd be a lot to ask of you."
"Oh no! Don't tell me I've regenerated again! That's a literal impossibility. And I was getting so used to the hair!" He stated, ignoring the increasingly irritated blonde man, running his fingers through the curly locks now present on his head, "Though this is nice. But again, not ginger!"
"Regenerated? Ginger? Sherlock, have you gone completely mental?"
Sherlock bolted upright, hitting his head on some metal and wires, he immediately noticed he was sitting in a sling.
"What the, John!" He shouted, his voice was much higher than normal, "Well that's just not right at all."
"Did you say something, Doctor?" A female voice, Scottish, called out. Suddenly a tall red head dawning a mini skirt came down a set of stairs Sherlock had yet to notice as he was too busy surveying his current attire. Tweed jacket, bow tie, boots and a... fez?
"Doctor who?" He asked, taking off the red felted hat. The girl rolled her eyes.
"Very funny. Where'd you get another one of those? Are you done sulking now? Rory said TARDIS was making a funny noise, so now he thinks we're crashing even though River has assured us it's fine. They're arguing and I can't get em to shut up. Can you help? Please? We've apologized, immensely. We promise to never try to get a divorce ever again. River said she can't take it." She held out her hand and he accepted it.
Upon standing up he noticed three things: First, he was shorter, how much shorter he couldn't currently tell. Second, his heart was beating abnormally fast and third, this girl looked at him with a mix of contempt an wonderment. Meaning either he was her father, or they had been best friends for a very long time. Sherlock definitely knew he wasn't himself. The only person to ever look at him that way was John.
'John!' He thought and a feeling of panic rose in his chest, his heart speeding up even more. Even more so when they rounded the stair case and he was nowhere in sight, 'Nothing better have happened to him!'
Of the two people he saw he was able to tell Rory and River apart quite easily, obviously. Rory was the man with a worried look and a big nose, River was the woman with a lot of confidence and big hair. She was harder to deduce than the ginger's husband, but from her body language, change in expression and pupil dilation he could tell she was infatuated with this Doctor guy. A guy he seemed to be at that moment.
"I'm sorry sweetie, forgive us and fly this thing. Rory doesn't trust me behind the wheel."
"It doesn't even have a wheel!" Big nose shouted.
"Now now, be nice. She can give you a wheel if that's what you so desire. The Doctor and I find them boring. But I'll show you once we've landed back on Earth!" River smirked and looked back at Sherlock, "Doctor?" She seemed to notice something was wrong.
"Back on Earth?" He asked, his mind landing somewhere between panic and fascination.
OKAY! PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK, I KNOW BODY SWAP STORIES AREN'T ALL THAT RARE, BUT THE IDEA POPPED IN MY HEAD AT WORK, AND HEY, I RAN WITH IT, IGNORING ALL OF MY WORK DUTIES TO WRITE IT DOWN!
I HAVE MORE, PROMISE!
