Hey guys! So… I'm really excited for this one, hopefully it goes well! Here it is, Superwholock: A Troll Called Moffat! Let's see where this goes, Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL, DOCTOR WHO, OR SHERLOCK, OR ANY OF THEIR CHARACTERS! (though, it would be interesting if I did)
When she woke up she was inside some sort of cage… What exactly was it? How did I get here? Why am I here? Why me? I'm gonna die. I'm going to die here, aren't I? And then, he came back again. What does he want from me? He unlocked the cage with his beefy hands. "Come here child," he whispered through his teeth. She kept moving back, scooching to the back of the cage. But she could do anything, and all he did was stare into her eyes, deep into her soul. Deep, deep, down. What was he doing? How is he doing this? It feels like my insides are on fire. I couldn't breathe. What was this glowing light? She started to grow numb, and couldn't feel it anymore. There was nothing to feel. It was gone, all gone. He smiled, no, more like a smirk. They would never really understand would they? "Their tears only make me stronger."
That wasn't there before… was it? John stared up at the big blue box. No, it could be, a Police Box just appearing out of no where? It was very peculiar indeed. He circled it a couple times, until he was dead in front of it. The door started to open, an unusually dressed man walked out. "Oh, hello there," he said. A young woman following him out.
"Hey, what's the hold up here… oh." They all just stood there for a moment, staring at each other. "Is that…"
"It most certainly is… John Watson." How, how did they know him? Had they met somewhere before, no, not possible, and they both just came out of a big blue box…
"Did you just… come out of that box?"
"Oh, yeah, we did… but on another note, we came here for something else. I'd like to see Sherlock Holmes," the man said, smiling.
"Oh, you must be clients… I'll go and get him…"
"Brilliant!" John went back into the building, and closed the door behind him. Who are they, and what are they doing here? Did they really just come out of that box? That popped out of nowhere… and what were they even doing in there? John walked up the stairs to the flat.
"Sherlock!"
"What is it? I'm busy with an experiment," he said. Sherlock was working in the kitchen, as always.
"We've got clients. A man and woman, with a big blue box… parked in front of the door?" He finally looked up, it seemed to interest him.
"You mean like a police box? That seemed to appear out of nowhere?"
"Yeah, how'd you know that?" He stood up from the table, and started walking towards the window.
"It couldn't be," Sherlock pulled back the curtain, "... it is"
"Who?" But he left before he could answer John's question, downstairs and out the door.
"Ah, Sherlock Holmes, it's a pleasure to meet you, big fan," he said ",Oh, yes, I'm the Doctor!"
Bowtie. Suspenders. Unusually dressed. Doesn't change often. Some sort of uniform.
"So I thought," said the detective. That's when John came out.
"Doctor who?"
"Just the Doctor," they said in unison.
Looks young. Wise. Old eyes. Very, very old.
"Ahem." The Doctor turned around remembering that Clara was standing behind him.
"And this is my companion, Clara."
"Well it took you long enough." This girl he had with her was… of interest.
"A pleasure," said Holmes.
They had gone in for tea together, Sherlock telling them about the case they were currently on, and the Doctor talking about his adventures with Clara. It wasn't long until The Doctor had decided he wanted to join in on the case, and from there it seemed the chemistry between Clara and Sherlock had blossomed. It was during that very first case, that it had all started. Sneaking a peek, looking up from his microscope, he stood, dazed, looking at her.
Clever. Very Clever.
"So Mr. Holmes," she said, "What can you deduct about me?" She didn't look up from her report, and continued to write.
"Well, you are young, feminine, kind, caring, the type that's good with children, you are most likely a governess. That's what most parents look for." She looked up from her work, making eye contact with him.
"Nice job, cheekbones," she smiled, "Anything else?"
"Well you are wearing are wearing darker tights with that dress, suggesting that you are prepared for action, also the shoes, no heels. You wear a different outfit every day, unlike the Doctor, meaning you must have a selection of clothes inside of the TARDIS. You two seem to know each other well, though it seems he knows more about you than you know about him, and it bothers you," he smiled.
"Impressive."
"Well, I think I'm done for the night," he said, grabbing his coat, turning up his collar.
"Hmm, you think you look so cool with your collar turned up like that. You're very different from Doyle's version of you, I mean you don't wear that silly old hat for one thing,"
"Well Doyle didn't actually know me, he was more of an, observer, if you will," he opened the door.
"Is there a word for a total screaming genius that sounds modest and a tiny bit sexy?"
"The name's Sherlock Holmes," he said walking out the door.
The next morning John was sitting in his chair reading the paper when Sherlock walked in.
"Sherlock why are you wearing that ridiculous hat?" asked John.
"Why not."
"I thought you hated that hat."
"I do," he said sipping his tea. There it was, that sound again, and a knock on the door.
"John, would you go get that, it's them," he said walking over to his violin. It was odd John thought, is he trying to impress someone?
"Alright." They came up stairs, as they walked through the door, Clara looked at him, and his hat, and smiled.
"Good morning, Sherlock" said the Doctor.
"Good morning, Doctor, Clara" he said playing a beautiful symphony on his violin.
Chapter 2 is coming soon! I'm so excited writing this story, I stayed up all night thinking about this plot. Oh, by the way, did y'all like how I tried to make the beginning like Supernatural? Anyways, I'll try to post a new chapter every week! KEYWORD: TRY I'm still new to this so... ya know. Thanks so much for reading! R&R!
