Hey there all you wonderful people! On to the second instalment of my multi fandom crossover. Here's chapter 2!

Disclaimer: If I owned any of it, I would make the crossover happen.

Chapter 2

"Sherlock… Sherlock for god's sake! Why is there a police box in our door way?" John Watson yelled from his position at the top of the staircase at 221b Baker Street.

When no reply came John let out an exasperated huff and began yelling as he made his way back downstairs.

"Mrs Hudson! Mrs Hudson! Mrs-"

"John!" she dragged out his name, "What on earth are you yelling for? We have neighbours you know." Reprimanded Mrs Hudson.

"Oh I'm sure my yelling won't bother them much, what with the gunshots and playing of the violin at odd hours of the morning- Mrs Hudson why in god's name is there a police box, an actual police box, blocking my doorway?" john asked, farrowing his brows and pointing angrily in the general direction of his doorway.

"Oh how should I know, it's probably one of Sherlock's… well you know one of his things." She replied, rolling her eyes.

Again letting out a huff he decided to make his way back up the stairs, once at the top however, he stopped dead in his tracks. The police box had vanished. More confused than ever, he stomped into the apartment only to find Sherlock calmly sitting in his usual seat, sipping away at a cup of tea.

"Aah, John, did you bring it?" he asked as john walked in.

"Bring what, Sherlock?"

"The sulphuric acid, I asked you for it half an hour ago." Sherlock replied casually, he had now pulled out his cell phone and was apparently texting.

"Sherlock, I've been gone for the past five hours." John told him, again with a sigh, this time frustrated though.

"Well that's hardly my fault now is it?" Sherlock remarked dryly.

"Oh for Christ- Sherlock there was a giant blue police box in that door way just five minutes ago." John said, exasperation leaking into his tone.

"Yes, so there was."

"And?" John pressed.

"And what, John?" Sherlock asked, still distracted by his texting.

"And! How the bloody hell did it just disappear?" John shouted.

Finally seeming to notice his friends obvious irritation, Sherlock looked up and simply replied, "Oh yes… You haven't seen him before."

"What- Seen who? Sherlock would you for once give me a proper answer?"

"No time John we must get packing, he'll be back soon." Sherlock said as he jumped up and ran towards his bedroom.

"Who'll be back? Where are we going?" john yelled as he walked towards Sherlock's room.

"Oh stop with the questions and just pack a bag would you!" Sherlock yelled back from his room.

With a great big sigh john made his way into his own room and began shoving things into a duffle bag, all the while muttering angrily under his breath. He was just finishing off when a sound came from the kitchen, a wheezing groaning sound that went on for a while and then suddenly stopped. After zipping up his bag, john carefully walked into the kitchen seeing the most peculiar sight.

"What in the…"

Aaaand that's all for now. Just a note, updates are frequent now only because it's just the introductions, once the story takes off the updates will become less frequent. Thanks for reading! Be a darling and drop me a review will you?