Author's Note: I know that a lot of readers prefer not to have OCs involved but I couldn't resist. It's like a "what would I do if I had the opportunity to meet the Doctor?" I hope you don't mind and I truly am resisting the urge to turn it into an OC/Sherlock thing just because I've loved Sherlock since I started reading the original works by Conan Doyle. Sherlock Holmes is my hero. HOWEVER, I will definitely spare you an OC pairing because I know how annoying that can get (unless, of course, readers tell me to go for it). ONTO THE STORY THEN!

I was perfectly normal. Average height (five foot, five inches), maybe a little underweight (one hundred fifteen pounds), with milk chocolate eyes and wine red hair. I didn't get out much, so I was pale and I had a bit of a nervous problem so my nails were short and ragged from chewing them. Just an average nineteen-year-old high school graduate stuck in a part-time, minimum wage job with no way of attaining my dreams; stuck and stagnating in the tiny, troublesome town called Bellefontaine, Ohio. Nothing happened there.

My story starts with me staring out the window of the box office in Chakeres Cinema 8 between the one o'clock and four o'clock sets of movies on a cooler summer day. Locked in my glass box, I didn't bother taking to anyone - didn't care enough to try. I didn't like people that day and I barely managed a smile when I dealt with customers. Sure, I was bored, but humans were just exhausting for me so I enjoyed the quiet solitude.

What happened next seemed normal enough, just someone coming to my window to buy tickets for next set in advance. A fairly tall man, with a slim build, amazing darker brown hair, and when he looked at me, his eyes, the same color as mine, gave me the feeling that he was far wiser than he looked. Oh, but he was handsome in his not-quite-navy blue suit, coal-colored tie, maroon high-tops, and medium brown duster.

He was looking around like he'd never been there before, but he smiled as soon as he was at the window. I turned my headset on and tried to smile back, but I got a strange feeling from him. He was far less "normal" than I was.

"Hello there!" he greeted cheerfully; I noted the accent with which he spoke and immediate assumed him Scottish.

"Good afternoon," I replied, finally managing that smile I was fishing around for.

"I was wondering if you could help me," he continued.

"I'll do my best," I answered.

He pulled a small piece of paper from the pocked of his jacket and slid it through the small opening in my window. The paper simply read "Adrian Wolfe: Manager; Chakeres Cinema 8, Bellefontaine, Ohio (United States)-2014"

"This doesn't have anything to do with movies of our theater, does it?"

He reached into his coat to flip something open in front of the glass.

"John Smith, FBI," he told me.

The paper I was looking at was blank.

"Very funny," I said, "now what do you want?"

Looking confused and surprised, he tucked the paper back into his coat.

"I need to speak with your manager," he answered.

"I'm sorry but now you've got me suspicious and the man you're looking for is my friend, so one of three things is going to happen. One, you'll tell me what you want with Adrian and I'll decide whether or not to call the police. Two, you don't tell me what you want and stick around, guaranteeing that I'll call the police. Or Three, you turn around and walk away," I informed him as coldly as I could manage.

"And what if I want to buy a ticket for the cinema?" he asked, leaning against the small counter outside.

"You're one customer, you're suspicious, and you're asking for my friend. I think I'll tell you to shove it," I answered.

"Brilliant!" he cried as he took to steps back with a grin. "You are a brilliant human being but don't you worry. I assure you that I'm not here to harm anyone."

"How do I know that?" I asked, trying to hide the confusion that his response caused in me; instinct screamed that he can't be trusted but something else, perhaps the empathy, told me to trust this strange man.

He leaned close to the window, looking at me with eyes like my own but much, much older.

"You don't, but something in you wants to trust me and it's right, you should," he replied evenly.

"Who are you really?" I asked, a little unnerved by his perception.

"The Doctor," he answered, "just the Doctor."

"If you can't even tell me your name, how can I trust you? Trust is earned, not given, Doctor," I explained, leaning back against the side of the box office and trying to ignore that strange feeling of trust because of how much it went against my instincts.

"I'm sorry but we really don't have time for this, please tell me where your manager is," he said more seriously, his friendly smile fading a little.

"Trade me useful information for useful information, that's my compromise," I said, giving in just a little. "I'll tell you that my name is Jaiden Carlisle since you told me that you're 'the Doctor.'"

"I'm beginning to like you," he told me as his smile found his lips fully again. "If you tell me where to find him around, oh," he checked his wristwatch, "seventeen minutes from now, I'll save his life."

I knew that my eyes must have gotten wide at the statement.

"What do you mean 'save his life?'" I asked a little frantically.

He got serious again.

"In seventeen minutes, Adrian Wolfe will die before his time if I can't find him, save his life, and set things right," he explained very quickly.

My heart was pounding in my chest and for a split second, for one moment in my nearly twenty years of life, I had no idea what I would do. I gazed into his wise eyes and my fear and doubt faded. He was completely serious, or he truly believed he was.

"G-give me one moment, Doctor," I requested.

"Just one moment, Jaiden, be swift," he responded.

I quickly turned my headset off and picked up the box office phone to call into the managers' office. It rang once. Twice. Three time. Four.

"Hello?" came a very deep baritone.

"Hello, Jacob?" I replied.

"Hey Jaiden, what do you need?"

"Can I take my break early? I'm starving and a friend of mine-" I couldn't help but to glance the Doctor's way. "A friend of mine just showed up and offered to buy me lunch."

"Um," he went silent, obviously checking something, "Amy is scheduled to be here in twenty-five minutes, can it wait that long?"

"Well, uh," I looked at the Doctor again but he caught me that time and smiled. "I-we haven't seen each other since I graduated nearly two years ago and he really, really want to get lunch."

There was silence for a second or two.

"I'll be out in a minute," he told me, sounding amused.

"Okay, thanks," I replied before hanging up and turning my headset back on. "Doctor?"

"Yes!" he replied.

"Give me one or two minutes. Adrian is usually here around three on Saturdays so," I checked the time on the computer, "fourteen and a half minutes from now he's still driving in from New Carlisle to come to work, I'll show you as soon as I clock out for break."

"Brilliant!"

I heard the office door open to my right and turned my head to see the very tall, very well-built form of my manager emerge. His crystalline blue eyes twinkled as he smiled at me and ran his hand nervously along his bald. That smile lit the feature of his square, strong face, emphasizing the attractiveness of them.

He opened the box office door and glanced out the window, spotting the Doctor. He smiled warmly at him before returning his attention to me. I turned the headset off.

"That your friend?" he asked.

"Yeah," I answered, trying not to seem nervous.

"What's his name?"

"John."

"Take an hour today," he said with a chuckle.

"What?" I asked going a little wide-eyed.

"Get caught up. I'm giving you sixty minutes instead of thirty."

"Um, thank you."

"Not a problem; you're a great worker, I figure you've earned it. Now, go clock out."

"Right," I replied grabbing my blue and brown floral Vera Bradley sling and vintage denim jacket.

I rushed to the break room to clock out and was out the door quickly to meet the Doctor who greeted me with his smile.

"I have an hour," I informed him.

"Generous manager," he replied. "Lead on."

I led him across the wide parking lot to the main road out front. I looked to the right, the direction from which Adrian drove into town everyday. Then, I looked at the Doctor, who seemed to be thinking.

"We can't exactly start walking toward the highway," I told him.

"We could," he replied.

"It would draw attention to us since the school down that way isn't in session; no reason for anyone to be walking in its direction," I explained.

"What do you suggest?" he asked me, fixing me with his intelligent, chocolate-colored eyes.

"I'll text him."

I pulled out my smart phone and checked the time; eleven minutes. I began composing a text to Adrian:

I hope you at least read this, Adrian. I need you to try to get to the

Chakeres parking lot in less than ten minutes. I know the request is

strange but I promise it's important.

"I told him to that he needs to try to be here in less than ten minutes," I told the Doctor as I shoved my phone into my back pocket.

"Does he text and drive?" he asked.

"No, but he has a hard time not checking his texts. He'll see it," I explained.

Surely enough, six minutes later, Adrian was pulling his forest green Jeep into the parking lot. He parked near us and quickly got out to rush over.

"I got your text," he told me. "Who's this?" he asked, gesturing to the Doctor with his emerald eyes.

"This is, uh, Doctor John Smith. He's a friend of mine," I told him.

My manager ran his hand through his short but thick platinum blond hair. He stood as tall as the Doctor – so he was shorter than Jacob – and he was muscled but slim. Definitely attractive.

"So, what's going on?" he asked, looking between the Doctor and myself.

"We'll find out in a little less than five minutes," the Doctor replied.

"What does he mean?" Adrian asked me with genuine curiosity.

"I don't really know how to explain it to you, I'm not even very sure of it myself, but five minutes-"

"Four," The Doctor interrupted.

"Four minutes from now, John is going to save your life. I'm not sure why or how he knows you're going to die nor do I know why or how he's going to save you but I have this feeling that we can trust him," I tried to explain.

"I'll be completely honest, I'm not sure about this 'you're supposed to die in four minutes' thing but I'm even more curious about why I'd be saved from death," Adrian told us.

"You're not supposed to die in four minutes, your timeline was altered. The reason I'm intervening is because you're needed in a fixed even later and without you, humanity is doomed," the Doctor explained, talking a mile a minute.

"Doctor, what do you mean humanity is doomed without him?" I asked, stuck in complete shock.

"I can't tell you that, events must play out the way they're meant to," he told us.

"Doctor-"

"A little under three minutes," he interrupted me, calling an end to that conversation.

Adrian and I shared a glance before returning our eyes to the Doctor.

"I don't know about this," he whispered.

"You trust me and I trust him," I replied just as quietly.

"You don't actually know him prior to this, do you?" he asked.

"No, but I read eyes, behavior, and emotion, Adrian. His eyes show me wisdom, kindness, trustworthiness, and..."

"And what?"

Loneliness. I thought.

"I think that's a little more private," I said aloud.

"It's terribly impolite to whisper to each other in someone's company," the Doctor scolded, though he sounded more amused than upset.

"Sorry, Doctor," I replied, not bothering to feel embarrassed due to the Doctor's playful tone.

Suddenly, something in my body lurched and a feeling of mindless emptiness washed over me. The empathy was picking up on someone new so I began looking around for the source. As expected, a newcomer was coming up the street toward us; he was tall and frail-looking. The hood of his ash-colored jacket was pulled over his face like a cowl so that his features were hidden in its shadow. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his jacket; this man practically screamed suspicious.

"Doctor," I said to get his attention, not taking my eyes off the man coming toward us.

"Yes Jai-" he stared and his abrupt stop told me that he saw the same thing I did.

"I've got a bad feeling about him," I explained.

The Doctor moved so that he was between Adrian and I, standing side by side, and the man approaching us. I watched and my heart pounded in my chest, unsure of how much use I'd be at that point.

The newcomer came to a stop in front of the Doctor but didn't say anything. For a few seconds, the Doctor just looked him over, seeming to size him up before smiling.

"Hello there," he greeted cheerfully. "I'm the Doctor. Who are you?"

There was no response. I figured it wise not to say anything and just let the Doctor handle the situation but Adrian had other ideas.

"Who are you?" he asked the man calmly from his position behind the Doctor.

"You are Adrian Wolfe," the man said suddenly in complete monotone. "You will be deleted."

The man began pulling something from his pocket – I knew it was a gun – and things started moving in slow motion. Of its own accord, my body moved; I shoved Adrian to the concrete and grabbed the back of the Doctor's jacket to pull him from in front of the man so that his posterior met the ground in one fluid motion. In the next, I stepped forward and to the right, pushed the gun hand down by the wrist and held onto it with my left hand. At the same time, I grabbed the barrel of the gun and pushed it inward toward the man's body, rolling it against his thumb and twisting his wrist. Then, I rolled the handle against his thumb also, twisting the wrist even more until he let it go with a loud yelp. Finally, I took the butt of the gun and slammed it into his temple; he crumpled to the ground.

Panting hard, I stood with the gun in my hand and the attacker unconscious at my feet. Adrenaline was still rushing through my body and it took a moment to reorient my self.

"Jaiden," came the Doctor's voice gently, "put the safety on, at least."

I did as I was told and placed the gun on the ground to kick it away. I knew that my manager saw everything and I knew he'd called the police, I didn't need to be holding a gun when they arrived.

Adrian and the Doctor got to their feet and the Doctor placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Thank you, Jaiden."

I turned and met his eyes.

"Don't mention it," I replied, trying to smile.

Next, the Doctor crouched down next to the unconscious man and pulled his hood back revealing short, graying red hair and what appeared to be bluetooth earpieces.

"Cybermen," I heard him mutter.

Just then, the police sirens came wailing toward us in the distance.

I had given my statement and been given the rest of the day off of work so as I walked out of the police station I was left unsure of where to go from there. I'd hoped to find the Doctor in or around the station but he was gone. Adrian had gone home but not before thanking me for what I'd done.

The think was, I knew the Doctor had to still be in Bellefontaine. He mentioned "Cybermen" with a tone that said his work wasn't done yet so it was a matter of figuring out where he went.

I reached into my sling and pulled out the only item other than my wallet: my little copy of A Study in Scarlet by Arthur Conan Doyle. I'd read all of the Sherlock Holmes mysteries multiple times and always had on with me. Sherlock Holmes was my hero and I tried hard to master his art of deduction. So, I hugged the book to me and asked myself "what would Sherlock do?"

I replayed my day from the moment I met the Doctor to where I was at that point. He was a traveler, a time traveler if one could open their mind to it, how else could he have known about the future and the alteration of Adrian's timeline? "Cybermen" were likely alien lifeforms or technology considering I'd never heard anything of them and the tone with which he said the word made me think "dangerous" and "problematic."

He was likely somewhere he wouldn't be noticed easily and he surely had a time machine to hide, but he was a little eccentric (judging by his attire) so I just needed to look for something that didn't belong somewhere where it wouldn't be too obvious.

Next, I ran through different places in my mind, trying to find an ideal location for an odd time machine and its owner. He probably ended up close to Chakeres so that he could get there quickly.

I nearly screamed with excitement when it came to me: the pond to the right across the road from the theater! The forested area around it was small but dense, so he could have been there!

Replacing my little book, I took off running down the road because, unfortunately, Chakeres and the police station were at opposite ends of town. I didn't bother to stop at my parents' on the way for clothes, I didn't care and hardly noticed the black slacks and maroon polo. The Doctor was saving the world from here in our tiny town and no one knew the town better than I did.

I got a little over halfway there when I saw the slim form of the Doctor walking in the same direction as me but fairly far ahead so I stopped and filled my lungs with air.

"Doctor!" I yelled with as much volume as I could manage – which was actually a lot.

He stopped and turned toward me so I waved to let him know who yelled before taking off full sprint to catch up. He waited for me and was smiling when I got to him.

"Jaiden, I didn't expect to see you again so soon," he told me while I tried to catch my breath; distance runner, not sprinter.

"Yeah," I managed.

"Need something?" he asked.

I held my index finger up to convey that I needed a moment. He gave it to me and I began taking deep, slow breaths.

"I think I've got it mostly figured out," I told him once I'd recovered, "you're a time traveler and you've discovered something amiss here. You said something about 'Cybermen' which I can only assume are alien in nature so you must travel through space, too. Anyway, these 'Cybermen' are a threat so you're probably going to be here until the threat is taken care of. How am I doing?"

"Very well, but why are you telling me?" he asked.

"I want to help," I answered.

He looked thoughtful, he eyes fixed on me but seeing something in the distance.

"I should probably tell you that the threat isn't actually here," he finally replied.

"Okay. So, where is it?" I asked.

"I'm not sure yet," he informed me. "Walk with me."

He continued in the direction he was going before and I fell into step next to him.

"How do we find it?" I inquired.

"Luckily, the Cybermen pose no immediate threat to Bellefontaine at this point. Upon examining the man, I found evidence of a place called the Void which is the empty space between alternate universes. That means, he's not from here to begin with," he explained in that super fast way of his. "The fact that there is no other evidence of Cybermen activity is promising because that means that they haven't found a constant or reliable way through."

"What should we do?"

"Find a way into an alternate universe and see if we can pick up their trail," he answered with a grin.

"Travel through space and time?"

"Do you still want to help?"

"More than ever!"

That's how I ended up here, inside and old police call box that's bigger on the inside. I turn in a circle to take it all in, it's nothing like anything I've ever seen before. I run my hand along something that looks like it could be a support beam but it is an abstract shape.

I walk to look at what I assume is the control panel in the center with all the blinking colored lights, buttons, and levers. I run my fingertips along the side as I walk around the colorful circle.

I notice an energy coming from the ship, emotional energy. It – no – she is sentient. And old, even older than the Doctor.

"Doctor, she's beautiful," I tell him, completely awestruck by this wonderful living oxymoron – oh, the logic of machinery and the drive of emotion.

He joins me by the chair where I've stopped in front of the control panel.

"You're very open-minded. Most run outside to compare her interior and exterior size and you've picked up on the fact that she has a soul," he tells me, sounding just slightly surprised but mostly pleased.

"What is she called?" I ask, still breathless.

"A TARDIS: Time And Relative Dimension In Space," he replies.

I lean over the buttons and colors to run my hand along the piece in the center.

"You are very beautiful, TARDIS," I tell her.

The Doctor chuckles and I return to my upright position as an embarrassed blush finds my cheeks. This only makes the Doctor laugh.

"Don't worry, she doesn't tend to receive affection from anyone other than myself so she's probably quite happy," he assures me.

"Good, she deserves it," I reply still a bit embarrassed.

"Now! Where to?" he asks me enthusiastically. "Usually, I'd say 'anywhere you want' but since we have a mission in the alternate universes, try to thing outside the box."

"My parents' to get some clothes?" I suggest, definitely feeling odd in my uniform now.

"I have plenty, even women's, don't worry. You can pick something when we arrive at our destination."

"How should I know where to start?"
"Well, possibilities become endless with alternate universes, anything goes."

I adjust my sling and it gives me an idea.

"Even fictional settings?"

"Anything's possible."

I open my sling and pull my book out to hand it to him. He takes it and I see the beginnings of a smile playing at his lips.

"I want to meet Sherlock Holmes and Doctor John Watson if it's possible," I tell him.

"Then I know just where to go!" he exclaims excitedly.

He hands me my book which I return to its place in my bag and he begins pushing buttons and flipping switches all over the TARDIS console.

"Hang on to something, Jaiden!"

I take a few steps back and grab the guard rail behind me, shutting my eyes. I hear a strange pulsing sound, likely the sound of the TARDIS engine – it would make sense – and then I feel a slight shift before everything is stable again. The engine keeps going for a few moments and I don't open my eyes until it stops.

"Huh! That was the most smoothly she's run!" the Doctor claims as he looks back at me with a smile. "She must like you."

That makes me smile.

"Oh! When you pick your clothes, think modern!" the Doctor suggests.

"But the stories are set between 1880 and 1914," I inform him with a disbelieving scowl.

"Alternate universe!"

I feel a warmth at his words but when I tune into him, he's giving off enthusiasm and excitement with a darker mix of emotions that are barely there but seem to follow him around.

Then, I tune into the TARDIS, it's coming from her. Maybe she thinks I should trust him on this?

"Where's the closet?" I ask, trying to hide the smile playing at the corners of my mouth.

He points to a doorway at the back of the room, right across from the doors we came in.

"Through there, down the hall, only door on the left. You can't miss it," he answers.

"Thanks."

I walk over and step through the doorway, the doors sliding open to let me into the biggest walk-in closet I've ever seen. I swallow back my awe.

"You said there was a hallway!" I call.

"There isn't one?" he calls back.

"No!"

"Sorry, I must have been thinking of last time!"

Last time?

I take a few more steps in and the doors slide closed behind me.

"I don't even know where to start..."

I finally walk back out having decided on form-fitting khakis that are boot-cut but very flattering on my waist and rear. It's accented with a black leather belt with a floral pattern sewn in bright blue into it. On top, I sport a form-fitting sky blue tee shirt (since my upper body needs more help to be flattering than my lower body) tucked into my pants finished off with a black silk tie around my neck. I have my sling over my shoulder and I hold a black hoodie in my hands just in case I need it.

"What do you think?" I ask to pull the Doctor's attention away from whatever he's doing at the TARDIS control panel.

He turns around and grins when he sees me. I turn in a circle, spreading my arms out a little so that he can see the whole ensemble.

"Well?" I ask.

"A tie and a shirt without a collar?" He asks with a chuckle.

"I'm a rebel," I reply with a grin.

"I like it," he tells me. "Now! Are you ready to meet the greatest detective of all time?"

I run to the doors of the TARDIS and then turn back to the Doctor to grin brightly.

"I'm very, very eager," I inform him excitedly.

He joins me at the doors, seeming to enjoy my energy.

"Well, go on then," he urges.

My hands are practically shaking as I place them against the doors and push them open. I see that we're in an alley; it must be older because it's still cobblestone. Slowly, I step out, my black Converse high-tops tentatively touching the ground and as soon as I'm out of the TARDIS I recognize the difference in energy between this place and my home.

The Doctor walks in front of me having closed and locked the TARDIS doors.

"Let's see if he's home, we're only a street away from Baker Street," he says, leading the way.

I follow loyally, a little overwhelmed but brimming with excitement at the prospect of meeting my hero. He leads me out onto a road that looks much more modern and we cross it together. We walk by some older-looking but well cared for buildings until we come to the next street which I see is Baker Street. We turn left and walk quite a way before we see the mailboxes for 221A and 221B Baker Street. My heart leaps a little at the sight.

We approach the door labeled 221B and the Doctor knocks firmly. Moments later, and elderly woman with feathered, silvery red hair and kind eyes opens the door with a friendly smile.

"Oh, hello," she greets kindly.

"Hello Miss. Are Sherlock Holmes and John Watson in?" the Doctor inquires returning her kind smile with one of his own.

"Yes, they are," she replies. "Are you here with a case?"

"We're just visiting," I answer with a wide smile.

"Sherlock and I have met before; we worked a case together when he was just starting out," the Doctor adds.

"Oh! Do come in!" the woman says happily.

We follow her into the small, quaint flat and she turns back to us.

"Who should I tell them is visiting?" she asks us.

"The Doctor and his companion Jaiden Carlisle," he answers.

She turns and continues up a set of stairs while the Doctor and I wait by the door.

"You've met him already?!" I exclaim in a whisper.

"You aren't the only one who's a fan," he replies, also whispering.

"Is he excellent?" I ask.

"At what he does, yes. With people, not really," he answers.

"What about Watson?"

"They hadn't met yet."

"Really?!"

"Come on," he demands, suddenly speaking at regular volume as he starts up the stairs.

"Shouldn't we wait?" I ask, stepping onto the first step and stopping.

"Sherlock won't send for use, he'll be expecting me to barge in," he replies.

"Why?" I ask, quickly catching up.

"Because he and I share that trait.

We step through the open door at the top of the steps into a comfortable sitting room. Standing in the center is the elderly woman who greeted us at the door and the two chairs in the room are each occupied by a man.

One of them stands up immediately, his tall, slender frame commanding authority with its perfect posture. His gray-blue eyes shine with intelligence and his curly mess of dark hair brings out the finer features of his elvish face. He's dressed nicely, lack suit and a white button-down shirty with the top two buttons left undone, no tie. I find him breathtakingly handsome and I know immediately who he is.

"Sherlock Holmes," I breath, earning a soft chuckle from the Doctor who is the only one close enough to hear me.

"Mrs. Hudson, I'd like to speak with our guests privately," he says with stunning deep baritone in a way that made the statement a command.

"Alright, Sherlock, I'll be in my flat," she replies before walking past us with a friendly smile to go back down the stairs.

"Would it kill you to be a little more polite to her?" asks the other man who I assume is Doctor John Watson.

He stands, shorter than Sherlock and built more like a soldier. His close haircut and stiff posture solidifies the fact that he was a military doctor at one point. He looks a little older and his face is more worn but there is a youthful energy in his gray eyes. He's a little more casually dressed in nice jeans and a dark blue button-down with only the first button left open.

John approaches us and offers his hand to the Doctor who shakes it eagerly.

"You must be John Watson!" he exclaims. "I'm Doctor John Smith, you can call me the Doctor."

"Pleasure to meet you," John replies, moving to hold his hand out to me.

"I'm Jaiden Carlisle," I tell him as I take his hand and shake it as firmly as I can manage.

"Now that we're all introduced," Sherlock interjects, "I'd like to know why you've returned after such a long time, Doctor."

"Ah, I was just bringing a friend to meet the great Sherlock Holmes and his trusted assistant and blogger Doctor John Watson," he replies easily.

Sherlock gives me a once-over before returning his attention to the Doctor.

"I'm not impressed."

Oh no you didn't!

I approach him and walk a circle around him, making observations and hoping I don't end up making a fool of myself. I stop to meet his eyes and start talking.

"Perfect posture with your nose in the air at anyone who hasn't earned your respect, you're arrogant but it's almost justifiable by your intelligence which is made obvious by the way your eyes move to examine each detail of anything new to your environment. You know the Doctor previously, but he tole me that. However, you seem to have a grudging respect for him underlined by your lack of reluctance to speak to him with familiarity but you become a little more stiff in his presence so perhaps you've concluded that his intelligence is on par with or greater than your own. You're dressed well, likely expecting a case seeing as you're the type of man to not usually care about your appearance in the privacy of your home."

I take a step into his space, barely an inch from his body and making sure that my energy commands respect.

"How did I do, Mr. Holmes?"

The Doctor whistles from behind me and I watch the corner of the detective's mouth twitch; an almost smile? I keep my eyes locked with his and the room is deadly silent for a moment. I step back and hold my hand out to him. He looks down at it but takes it without hesitation.

"Sherlock Holmes," he says.

I shake his hand firmly, trying to keep my own smile off my face.

"Jaiden Carlisle, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Sorry, I love to get into as much detail as I can with scenes and appearances! I almost made this Chapter One but figured it'd be better for Sherlock to be more involved in the first chapter so I made it the Prologue since I do so love character background. I like to build up a story as much as I can. Let me know what you think and whether or not I should continue.

Any requests for adventures are welcome, I'm so prone to writer's block so the help would be nice!

P.S. Chakeres Cinema 8 is an actual movie theater in Bellefontaine, Ohio and all of the characters mentioned there are based on actual people that I work with. By the by, Amy (not her real name) is my best friend and may make an appearance later. :)