Authors Note. This is a collaboration by a couple of friends while we were sitting around backstage. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: We do not own Doctor Who, Sherlock or Harry Potter
The night was black and gloomy. Out of the darkness loomed a tall trench coat flowing in the wind. The lights which had broken before sprang to life as if by magic as a tabby cat strolled down the street. A strange buzzing sound accompanied by the appearance of a large blue box. And as it stabilised the dark black figure walked towards the door. The door swang open and an equally strange man in a grey trench coat smiled as if greeting an old friend.
The cat hissed trying to get there attention flicking her tail luring the two men to follow. The men followed as the cat morphed into a young blonde woman. "What do you think she wants this time?" The black clad figure whispered. "Holmes you know not to mess with rose." The man replied. As they walked down the street a flash of green appeared from the window across the street and a piercing scream and pleading of a woman was heard.
Rose sprints to the house then stops as everything is unnervingly silent as the crys of a young child are three pace on to see the damaged door just as a foul scent reaches them. The cries had become louder as the three walked closer to the door and after sharing a worried look, rose opened the door only to find a woman lying dead on the ground clutching her crying child infront of a lump of black fabric and dust. The three stop and stand there, In the doorway for a moment before the an wearing grey step forward, his coat billowing behind him and scoops the child up into into his arms. Soon to be followed by rose who started giggling and whispering cheerfully to the child in a vain effort to calm him down. To their immense relief he soon seemed to cry himself out and fell asleep snuggled up in the mans arms. Meanwhile the other man had knelt t the ground beside the woman's body and started searching for clues as to her death. His answer came from the strange fabric lumped on the griund when he noticed a carved wooden stick hidden in the folds of black "Doctor please hand the infant to rose and come over hereļ¼
The doctor bends down and scans the pile with his sonic. As it whirs he exclaims,
"That's impossible!, it can't be!"
"What?what is it?!"
"It seems that this, well, human type creature has been reduced the human dust."
"By what? What killed it?"
"No but it's impossible, I've never seen this before. But there's nothing else,"
Says the doctor as he looks around, "It must be but it can't!"
The doctor goes on like this for awhile having a battle with himself as to the causes of this creatures death. Finally as if defeated he sighs.
"Magic."