HEY EVERYONE! I know, I have not been posting for a while *cough* days *cough* but as I said before; I'm moving house. And believe it or not i found out I had feelings for my toys. I was crying ust by seeing them in the trash can. IM A KID AT HEART AND IM PROUD OF IT! My mom was also telling me to throw my Percy Jackson collection and Heroes of Olympus collection books and I. Went. Crazy. I grabbed them, placed them in a box and ran around the house screaming "YOU'LL NEVER THROW THEM! OR EVEN PUT A SINGLE PINKY! .MIIIIINEE!"….i know, I need help. But for the fans of those books, you probably know how that would feel like. BESIDES! I'm still waiting for Blood of Olympus…Rick is soooooooo slooooooooooooow. Anyway! Enough "out of screen" stories, its another story and it's a crossover. I was inspired that day. I watched ten episodes of Doctor Who and Sherlock. Hell, I've been so inspired I wrote a song, wrote a fanfiction (this one) and I've been inspired from my crossover that I even drew my OC (SPOILER BOILER!)! Anyway, let's just get over with this because I have to finish wrapping up bowls with newspaper.
TWO WORLDS ONE GIRL
~11TH DOCTOR~
For billions of years, yet no result of her. Why can't it be me? Now, then wantme but didn't tell me where she is. Did they turn her into a Dalek? No, she isn't that smart. She isn't as smart as Clara. Did they kill her? No, the would probably use her as a lure to get me. But where is she? Is she okay? Is she even on Earth? Too many questions. Will these questions be anwered? And most importantly, will I find her? Its been years, no, centuries since that day. I still haven't forgotten her. I remember her very well. My sister, taken by those cursed Daleks…taken away from me.
"Doctor I'm bored." Clara said. I turned to face her, "Well, where do you want to go?" I asked. She closed her eyes, then opened them again. "How about London, somewhere in the 20th century? Like…hm…2013?" she asked. I smiled, "Why not? Would you like to meet the famous 'brain man'?" I asked. "Who?" she asked. I smirked, "Sherlock Holmes and his best friend John Watson." I said. "Sure!" she said. I turned to face the time machine and began to work. "Hold on!" I said, then I fliped the switch on. I hope nothing wrong happens. But I think I jinxed myself. Again.
SHERLOCK P.O.V.
Its rather boring in the lot. I wonder… "John," I called out. "Yup!" I heard John reply from another room. "Whats it like to have kids?" I asked. John appeared and sat opposite from me. "Well, its fun. Never boring, never alone." He said. "Never boring?" I asked. "Well yeah, kids always think bigger than you think. Well, considering your crazy brain you would probably be creative as them. Scientist say that kids are more creative than adults." John said. Then John looked at me in a starnge way, "What?" I asked. He smiled and grabbed our coats, "Come one, we are going to the orphange. Lets get another sibling." He said while throwing my coat and scarf. I sighed, "Yippee. Did you notice my sarcasm?" I asked. John rolled his eyes, "Oh, come on." He said. Regardless, I followed him anyway.
"Hello!" John said for the eleventh time. John asked the lady for kids at the age of 14. Why 14? I don't know. "Hi." The girl said. I done the same thng I did with the other teens; observe. "Brown hair tied to the left side, grey shirt with a tartan at the color range between blue and green rolled up. Shorts with their color fading and brown boots. Hm, adventure seeker. Clothes are on lazily, probably doesn't care about appearance. Carefree I guess, good. Now answer my puzzle and you will be my sister, okay?" I asked. As soon as I said the word "puzzle" she sat up straight. "Go ahead! Fire away!" she said with much more enthusiamsim. John looked at the folder and smiled, "A puzzle solver eh? Give it a go." He said. "A murder happened in a round candy shop. The man was killed by a bullet in the head. There are four suspects that could be the possible murderers. The first one is the guard who claims was outside the shop guarding. The second was the cashier man who claims was tending the family that are about to pay the candy they bought. The third is the family who claims were with the cashier man who were anout to pay for their candy. The last one was the old lady who claims was at the corner. Who did it? Most of the kids we interviewd thought it was the guard or the cashier man. Who do you think it was?" I asked. The girl just smiled, "The old lady." She answered. John looked at me, "Is she right?" he asked. I nodded, "Yes, now answer this. Why?" I asked. "Well, a circle doesn't have any corners making that her contradition and plus sometimes the suspect could be the lease person you could think of." She answered. I stood up, "Well done. What's your name?" I asked. "Lucy."she replied. "Well Lucy, you name will be Lucy Holmes from here on out." I said. She stood up shocked, "Wait, Holmes…your Sherlock Holmes and if you Sherlock then you must be John Watson."she said. John nodded, "Doctor John Watson."he said. "This is incredible. I'm Sherlock Holmes' sister." Lucy said.
"221B Baker Street please." John said. After signing files and all that, Lucy came back with a small backpack that amazing fits her clothes, her diary, her stuff toy dolphin "Finfin" and a strange stick that lights up. "I have to bring it everywhere I go." She explained. "Right…" I said a little confused. "I'll tell you once we get to your place. I mean, our place." She said. After paying the cabbie, we all got out and went inside. "Hello Sherlock. Who is this yound lady here?" asked. "My new sister. meet Lucy Holmes." I said. Lucy walked up to her and shook her hand, "Nice to meet you." She said in that happy voice. "Nice to meet you too dear." said. Lucy walked up the stairs into our lot. "Whoa…"she exclaimed. John and I followed her and looked around. "Not too shabby, not too fancy. Nice." Lucy said. "Where will she sleep?" John asked. "I can sleep anywhere for now." Lucy said. "How about the couch?" I asked. "Fine by me." She said.
Lucy sat on the couch while John and I sat on our usual seats. "Now, tell me about your 'stick'." I said. Lucy opened her backpack and showed me her 'stick'. "Its not a stick. It's a sonic screwdriver." She said. "Who told you that? Do you know what it does?" John asked. "I don't know what it does yet. And who told me brings back far time. I was in some sort of room. It was lit by candles, old I know. I was strapped to a chair surrounded by probably about 10 people. Or what I think are people. They had a coat with their hoods on so I can't see their face. Their voice does not sound human at all. More like robot voice. Also, everytime they speak their hoods glow but its glows more brightly at the top sides. They were also short too, odd. One of them moved-not walked but move- towards me and dropped this backpack on my lap. They said it has clothes, a diary with its fountain pen, my stuff toy and this. They said it's a sonic screwdriver. They didn't tell me what it could do but they told me to NEVER lose this. Then, I got hit on the head and fell asleep. I then found myself in the orphange with my backpack and the things inside." She explained. "Oh…weird." I said. "They also said one more thing before I things went black. They said I look human but I'm not human." She finished. "How so?" I asked. Lucy shrugged, "I don't know.". John stood up, "Well, how about some health tests. Let's go to my office in the hospital."he said. Lucy stood up and placed her sonic screwdriver back in her backpack and zipped it shut. Lucy ran down the stairs with John and I following. Lucy opened the door and gasped, a blue police box just appeared just by the parking lot.
That's all for chapter one. I know I should update New Hope but my computer is busted with the latest cahpter in it so IM SORRY! So while my computer is being repaired I thought of publishing this so I wont get bored and etc. SEE YAH!
~MagicTricker21W01