This fan fiction is based of a little comic I saw that somebody, (A genius a presume. Perhaps even more so than Sherlock.) I don't know who but it had to be somebody, created. I honestly am not copying anything...weeeeeellll...Maybe only a little. Weeeellll...Maybe more than a little. Weeeellll...Actually really I'm copying all that they had BUT IM ALSO ADDING MY OWN STUFF! The idea of how everyone appeared on the plane was mine and mine only. I'm just going to use (Whoever created the awesome comic thing)'s ideas to help start this fan fiction become a success. So, if you'd like, give them credit for the entire fan fiction.
Disclaimer: I don't Doctor Who, Sherlock, Merlin, Avengers, Supernatural, Any other fandom you suggest, and technically not even the idea for this story. This is not for fame or fortune just for the entertainment of all who use this website and clicked on this story. Enjoy.
Sherlock awoke on the floor. He immediately deduced that somebody had removed him from his bed and placed him somewhere else. He chose to take a look at his surroundings to see what else he could deduce. Small room, two chairs, controls of some sort,-
Before he could get any further, a groan sounded next to him. John was on the floor beside him. Sherlock almost gasped. He was sure he hadn't seen him there before. He noticed everything and he was sure he was alone. "John. John wake up." Sherlock said as he rose up slowly. John's eyes shot open once he realized he was in fact not in his bed. "W-Where the hell are we?" John asked, getting up from the floor. He instinctively placed his hand where he usually kept his gun, but found it missing.
"Were on a plane. In the cockpit." Sherlock answered. "Why the bloody hell are we- Wait. Do you feel that?" John inquired. "If your referring to the gravity of the plane descending at an abnormal speed, then yes. I do feel that." He replied. "We're- Did you just say were in a plane that's about to crash?" Sherlock walked over and sat down in the pilots seat flicking switches and pressing buttons. John sat down in the co-pilot seat. "Can you actually fly this plane or are you just pressing random buttons?" John said, his panic evident through his voice.
"Please John, I can name every single part of this plane. Do you really think I couldn't fly it?" Sherlock asked, his ego getting bigger by the second. "Well I just thought since you deleted the solar system-" Sherlock was done pressing buttons and he grabbed onto the yoke and jerked it backwards. The plane started rising and John breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought I was going to die." He said. "I thought I was going to die and I didn't...Sherlock...why did we just wake up on a plane that was about to crash?"
"I haven't the faintest." Sherlock said, and smiled genuinely. This was going to be a good mystery to solve. "Go see if theres anyone else on this plane. Passengers, possibly our kidnapper..."
"You think we were kidnapped?" John asked. "How else would we get here? Sleepwalking? Really, John, I expected more from you." John looked towards the door. "What if the kidnapper is out there? How am I supposed to protect myself?"
"Use your gun."
"I don't have my-" Sure enough, John's gun was sticking out of his pocket in an obvious manner. "I could've sworn it wasn't there before." John said breathless. Sherlock took note of that.
John pulled his gun out and warily stepped out of the cockpit. He aimed his gun at empty space. Seeing nobody, John relaxed and lowered his gun, but searched further. Some seats were just plain old royal blue while some had the word "Reserved" embroidered into them in grey. He checked the compartment above a normal seat. Nothing. He then checked the compartment above on of the seats that said reserved. Still nothing.
'At least theres no kidnappers.' John thought. He walked down the aisles passing two emergency exits. He opened the door to the bathroom to check if anyone was hiding in there. No one. He opened up the cabinets. First aid kit, aspirin, pineapple, liquid soap, soap bar- "Wait. What?" Why there was pineapple in the cabinet, John did not know, but chose to ignore it for the sake of finding out why they were on a plane.
He walked over to the opposite side of the aisle where there was another bathroom parallel to the first one. "Hopefully the isn't a pineapple in this one." John thought, opening the cabinet to find...Bananas. Just bananas. A lot of them in fact. "This plane keeps getting weirder and weirder." John murmured under his breath. "Are you done yet?" John jumped when her heard Sherlocks voice through the speakers. John sighed and went back to the cockpit.
"Well?" Sherlock asked. "The fact that you put your gun away tells me that there was no one there yet the look on your face suggests you found something surprising."
"Right. Well, there wasn't anyone there so i was just checking compartments to see if there was any luggage-"
"Skip the boring part and get to the point. What did you find." Sherlock cut him off.
"A pineapple."
"A-...What?" Sherlock asked genuinely confused.
"Along with a first aid kit, aspirin, soap..." He added.
"What else?" He asked.
"A cabinet full of bananas."
"...Did you count the bananas?" Sherlock asked.
"I-...What? Why would I-"
"Think about it John. If those bananas were placed there it means that however many bananas there are is the number of people on this plane." Sherlock explained.
"But we're the only ones on this plane!" John reminded him.
"So the two of us are supposed to eat all those bananas ourselves?" Sherlock asked eyebrow raised.
"Alright well...What about the pineapple?" John asked.
"What about the pineapple?" Sherlock asked.
"Why was the pineapple placed there?"
"For confusion. Someones playing tricks with us." Sherlock said.
John sighed and sat down in the co-pilot seat. Then realization crossed his face. "Hang on, Why haven't you landed? And where are we?" John asked.
"I don't know." Sherlock replied, though he hated saying those words. "I'm trying to find somewhere to land, but all I've seen so far is ocean." John leaned forward and saw he was right. "Have you tried putting it on autopilot?" John asked. "Yes. I tried, but for some reason it refuses to work. Now I'm stuck piloting this stupid plane." Its not that he hated flying the plane, but it had to be the most boring thing he's ever done.
"Oh. I forgot to mention. Some of the seats say 'Reserved' on them." John told Sherlock. "What? Why didn't you say so earlier? Is there a pattern?" Sherlock asked quickly, finally finding something intriguing to talk about. "No. They're all random. Mostly in pairs or groups. Why?" John inquired. Sherlock turned to him.
"Go count the seats, now. Then come back and tell me how many there are." John sighed and got up, walking towards the door. "Oh. And count the bananas too." Sherlock added before John walked out. "Okay. Counting chairs and bananas. Weirdest case so far. Even weirder than the one where we found an elephant in our living room." He looked around. There were even more seats with the word reserved on them. "I could've sworn there were less..." John said, and shook his head, using the excuse that the plane was messing with his mind.
What do you think? Like the first chapter? Want to suggest your own favorite fandom to be added? Fear not! There are more chapters and even more fandoms to come! Please review making comments or asking questions about future chapters. I'll be happy to respond to all reviews! This chapter was prewritten and by the time you read this I will already have the 2nd and possibly 3rd chapters ready, but I WILL NOT POST WITHOUT REVIEWS! Please note that not all fandoms will be included in this story. I don't have knowledge about all fandoms, but if you suggest any show i don't know about I might just watch it to see if its a good idea to add it to this fan fiction! Most shows included in this fan fiction I won't be a huge fan of and be an expert on. My area really focuses on Sherlock and Doctor Who but I'm willing to do anything to make you fans happy! Also, whovians, which Doctor should i use for this fan fiction? 9? 10? 11? 12? I planned on eleven but you might be able to persuade me otherwise ;P I might just Include two Doctors! One from classic who and one from the new who! It'd definitely have to be four. His scarf is just too cool. LIKE BOWTIES, FEZZES, AND STETSONS! OMG HERES A POEM!
Fezzes are red,
TARDIS' are blue,
stetsons are cool,
and bow ties are too!
Sorry. got a little carried away. Anyway, what I've written so far is entirely mine. Well...Besides the characters. they aren't mine, but i can still use them as my slaves :D
R AND R! THATS READ AND REVIEW! WOOPS. CAPS LOCK IS STILL ON. OH WELL. ANYWAY, AS I ALWAYS SAY, HAVE A MAGNIFICENT DAY AND STAY AWESOMETASTIC! -CR (Y)
Future me: Hello! Just realized that if i were to write the 2nd chapter ahead of time then i wouldn't be able to respond to all your wonderful comments! So instead i will just post this chapter now. PLEASE REVIEW I'M DESPERATE TO WRITE THE NEXT CHAPTER!
