AN: I apologize for any mistakes, this is my first time writing Sherlock and Doctor Who fanfiction, let alone a crossover. Well, grab some milk and Jammie Dodgers and enjoy!
"Ah, yes, Holmes…I have you reserved for Room 834, The Sweetheart's Suite." The redhead smiled politely at the pair, handing out the key card for John to take. John sighed mentally, his face heating up only a little, as it always did when people assumed he and Sherlock were dating. He reached out to take the card and tried for a smile, only coming up with a grimace. "We're not a couple." The redhead smirked at the pair, the taller of the two showing no emotion whatsoever other than a small, barely noticeable tinge of pink tainting his pale face. "Okay, sure, whatever you say." Her Scottish lilt made it quite clear that one, she most definitely did not believe them, and two, she was very, very amused. John sighed audibly, knowing a lost cause when he saw one. He turned and started to lug his duffel to the lift.
Sherlock started, as if he had been woken up from a deep trance, nodded curtly once in Amy's direction, and walked briskly over to the lift to join John. Amy shot a mischievous sideways glance to her husband, who returned it with a grin. "See, I told you. My choices aren't always that bad, are they?" Rory smirked at her. Amy sighed fondly. "Ah, shut up, stupid face."
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"Why is it that people always assume we're a couple?" John sighed exasperatedly for what must be the millionth time since they had started working together on cases. "I mean, honestly, you'd think that we screamed it at people." Sherlock said nothing, as usual, and they rode in silence up to their floor, with John occasionally muttering things under his breath along the lines of 'I mean really' and 'they just assume.' The elevator dinged open and they stepped out into the hallway, ornately decorated with paintings and flowers and the like.
They walked down the hallway until they found their room. John slung his bag higher over his shoulder as he inserted the key card into the door. Stuffing the card in his pocket, John swung the door open. "Bloody hell," he muttered disbelievingly, his eyes scanning the room. He walked in slowly, his eyes widening with every new thing he saw. Sherlock followed, slightly in shock himself.
The room was a pale cream color, decorated on the borders with small ruby red hearts. Off to the side sat a table draped in a luxurious velvet cloth, slightly darker than the hearts. The chairs surrounding it had a similar upholstery. In the very center sat a gigantic heart shaped bed, a sultry maroon red with soft, downy pillows to match. On one of the side desks sat a small brown paper bag. John picked it up and looked inside, blushing furiously as he looked back up. Sherlock, seeing this, took the bag from John and reached inside, pulling out a small box of condoms. It had a small note attached to it.
I know this room might be a bit suggestive, so just in case anything happens.
-MH
Sherlock blushed a bit as he read the note, handing it back to John. "I really hate your brother sometimes, Sherlock." Sherlock nodded his agreement before tossing the bag to the far end of the room where it wouldn't be bothered.
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"You should have seen his face," Amy snickered. "He was blushing like mad." The Doctor grinned and nudged Rory. "Looks like you finally picked out a good one, eh?" Rory looked at the Doctor indignantly. "Excuse me, but I've picked out good places before." Amy rolled her eyes at her husband. "Yeah, you mean like the time you wanted to go to when the printing press was first invented? That's not boring at all." She stuck out her tongue teasingly. The Doctor shrugged when Rory turned to him. "It was really boring, we didn't even almost die." Rory sighed. Of course it wouldn't be fun for them if they didn't have a near-death experience.
The Doctor clapped his hands and rubbed them together. "But anyway," he said, cutting over Rory's protests, "Who booked Sherlock and John to stay in the Sweetheart's Suite?" Amy checked the log. "Just a second...oh, here it is...Mycroft Holmes." The Doctor let out a loud laugh, causing the people near them to stare. "Of course it was him," he said, ignoring this fact as he usually did. "He's been trying to get them together since..." he counted on his fingers, "About two years ago." Rory shrugged. "They do seem like a couple, though." Amy snorted. "Yeah, an old married couple."
"Excuse me." The Doctor turned his attention to the man behind him. The man stared at him, eyes scanning the Doctor's face for a trace of something that Amy and Rory couldn't comprehend. But the Doctor, oh, he had seen this look before. And he knew what was coming next.
"You're the Doctor." The man finally said, his eyes never leaving the Doctor's. The Doctor nodded. Amy and Rory looked on with confusion and slight apprehension. When someone knew who the Doctor was, it was never good. But they trusted his judgement and waited for his signal. "Do you remember me?" He inquired, tiliting his head slightly, the movement almost snakelike. The Doctor's face dawned with comprehension as he realized who this man was. "Ah, yes." Rory sat back in a more relaxed position as the Doctor said this. Amy, however, didn't move. It might even be worse this way, if the Doctor knew this man.
"Hello again, Jim."
AN: So, what did you guys think? If it's bad, I apologize again, but I've really only been working on this in the extra time I have in my Business Computer Technology class. Please tell me if there's anything I need to fix, grammar mistakes, longer chapters (I've been trying to write longer chapters, but you know). I'll probably update tomorrow (or today, whenever this is published), and the chapters will most likely be longer (this was kind of just a tester, to see what you guys thought). I'm making a vow to update my stories more often.
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