Note: I do not own Sherlock or Doctor Who or any of the characters, that is all BBC, but the collaboration of characters and storyline are mine. As is the boredom that sparked it. I'm planning on splitting this into a certain amount of chapters, so let me know if you want more. Not many chapters, just a few. This should be fun. ;)
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A blue box materialized in front of the familiar address. 221B Baker Street. It was raining hard and large drops of water hit it with a constant plunking sound. A young lanky man hopped out of the box, his bowtie drooping slightly and his hair soaking quickly from the impact. He held his hands up above his head, agitated by the rain, but it was no use. He scowled and called into the TARDIS, "Come on, Clara! We need to get inside! I'm cold!"
The girl named Clara called something indistinct about getting a poncho then and hopped out happily with a hood over her head. She was dressed in twenty-first century clothing, with skinny jeans and a button up red shirt, covered with a blue hoodie that kept her slightly less wet than the Doctor. Her long wavy brown hair was stuffed inside it. "Very stylish," he growled, half annoyed and half amused, "Now let's go." She smirked at him, tapping his cheek with a finger before bouncing along in front of him and approached the doorstep. She raised her hand to knock, but seemed to think better of it and asked,
"Is this the right flat? It would be terribly rude to knock on someone's door who we don't intend to enter." The Doctor said quickly,
"Yes, yes, now knock, it's freezing out here, I don't want to get pneumonia! Can Time Lords get pneumonia? I'm not sure, but I'd rather not find out!"
"Alright, alright, calm down.." She gave a sharp rap on the door and almost immediately a small woman with mousy brown hair answered the door and ushered them in.
"Hello, Mrs. Hudson!" the Doctor greeted her cheerfully. She smiled when she saw him and replied,
"Hello, Doctor. I was wondering when you would ask to come in, you've been standing out there nearly ten minutes! It really is cold outside, honey." He gave Clara a look and muttered an apology.
"So what are we doing here?" Clara asked him enthusiastically. Her eyes were bright with curiosity and a thirst for adventure. He smiled at her and answered,
"I want you to meet someone. And then we have to go." She looked sad that they were leaving so soon, but it was just Earth. She knew it fairly well. Mrs. Hudson gave her a cheeky smile before calling up the stairs.
"Sherlock! John! You have visitors!" Clara looked at the Doctor suddenly, eyes sparking.
"Sherlock?" she asked him quietly, "Does she mean the Sherlock? Like Sherlock Holmes?" He nodded quickly and chuckled when they heard his response.
"I know, I saw the TARDIS outside!" A man with sandy hair and wearing a jumper came down the stairs quickly and greeted them. He grinned widely when he saw the Doctor.
"Hello! You said you weren't coming back, why are you here?" He tilted his head to the side inquisitively and he reminded Clara a bit of a baby animal...a hedgehog perhaps. Just in his expression, it was kind of adorable. He then seemed to notice Clara was there and held out his hand. She took it and shook it.
"Hello, I'm John Watson. Who might you be? Last time he was here he was with Amy and Rory…" he quieted towards the end of his sentence when he met the Doctor's gaze and saw he looked furious, but in an icy way. It was a forbidding expression that silenced even the bravest man. John looked like he was about to ask what happened, but the Doctor's glare silenced him again.
"Later," he muttered.
"I'm Clara," she piped up, "Who are Amy and Rory?"
"Later," the Doctor told her firmly. She crossed her arms over her chest, but said no more about it. She took down her hood and unzipped her hoodie now that they were warmer. The V-neck in her shirt was dangerously low, so she buttoned up just one more button to put it in a more appropriate range. She smiled politely at him and leaned back on the kitchen sink, shaking her white Converse slightly to get the rain drops off of the rubber front.
"Sherlock?" John called up the stairs.
"Be down in a minute!" he called back. After a few seconds they heard light footsteps coming down the stairs and a tall, thin man with very wavy black hair appeared in front of them. He was handsome in an unusual way and he was wearing a dark purple button up shirt and black pants. His hands gave impression of delicacy, with long thin fingers and a pale tone. He gave off an air of power and was slightly intimidating, but the Doctor liked him, so he must be okay. Clara smiled when she saw him, taking all of this in and looking him up and down.
"Well hello," she said in a slightly suggestive tone. John cleared his throat and looked down at his feet.
"Hello Doctor," Sherlock said contently, an amused yet interested look on his face, ignoring Clara.
"Nice to see you, Sherlock! This is my new companion, Clara." He put an arm around Clara as he spoke and she frowned at him and swatted his arm away. Sherlock looked amused by her. She gave him a defiant look and crossed her arms tighter. He looked away as if he had seen it all before. Obviously he'd pissed off girls before. Or people in general.
Sherlock and the Doctor seemed to have a conversation through facial expressions in the next minute. They seemed to understand each other quite clearly. Clara suspected it had something to do with Amy and Rory. Sherlock looked sad by the end of this "conversation". He had known them, then. Well, even, as friends.
"Well how's River then?" John asked suddenly.
"River…?" Clara asked, very lost.
"She's fine. In fact, she might drop by later. We'll see," the Doctor said shortly. He walked around the room, suddenly looking intrigued. "Anything...interesting going on lately?" John snorted and looked at Sherlock.
"There's always something interesting going on with us. And Sherlock thinks he's replicated your sonic...thing. What is it, a screwdriver, right?" he said.
"Yes, the sonic screwdriver!" Clara interjected, trying to be part of the conversation. The Doctor looked slightly affronted and put a hand out.
"Let me see it," he said. Sherlock looked slightly defensive, but handed him a small device that kind of resembled the sonic screwdriver. Immediately he brought out his own and whirred it over Sherlock's device. He smiled, but it was a conflicted smile.
"You clever, clever man. It's pretty close, but it doesn't have nearly as many functions as mine. It will open doors for you, though, and...what, no fair!" he yelled at his own screwdriver. He handed it back to Sherlock with an expression like a child giving up a chocolate bar. "Yours works on wood. How did you do that?" Sherlock smirked and waved it in front of him and said snarkily,
"Spoilers."
