Sherlock Holmes never dreamed that he and his friend, Dr. John Watson, would ever be involved with things such as time travel and aliens. He watched from the reflection in the windowpane as the madman who called himself "The Doctor" stood up from the couch and started heading for the door.
"Well it has been such a pleasure meeting you all, but you know, we'd best be heading off!" he exclaimed. The man in the tweed coat and bow tie turned the knob and beckoned to his friend, "Come along, Pond!"
"Doctor," Sherlock's baritone voice cut through the air of the apartment like a knife. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
The Time Lord turned, confused, and looked at the consulting detective who was staring out the window casually.
"Oh! Oh yes! Almost forgot, silly Doctor!" he cried out, swinging his hand up to his face in an almost comical and exaggerated way.
"Wait, what are you two going on about?" asked a bewildered Dr. Watson.
Sherlock turned around to address his flatmate, "The Doctor here has promised me a trip in his supposed time machine."
Amy Pond smirked, "Still don't believe about the time traveling bit?"
"Are you serious?" John turned on Sherlock, " Well, then I'm coming too!" He rose up from his chair and crossed his arms stubbornly.
"Of course!" the Doctor responded, "But one trip only-where would you like to go?"
"We'll settle that once I see that time machine," Sherlock briskly strolled past the Doctor to grab his coat and scarf. He followed the alien down the stairs, Amy and John trailing closely behind them.
The group ran out into the darkened street and the Doctor led them round a corner into an alleyway.
"Ah, here's the old girl!" the Doctor spread his arms out at a 1950's blue police box that looked very out of place in between two Dumpsters.
"Wait, that can't be your… time machine!" John cried, Sherlock looking equally skeptical, but very intrigued. Amy stifled a giggle, "You'd be surprised," she told the pair.
The Doctor spun around to face his companions, "Well, all of time and space; everywhere and anywhere; every star that ever was- where do you want to start?"
John was pondering the question, his eyes glinting with excitement: If I could visit any time, in any place, where would I want to go?
However, Sherlock was quick to respond, " The nineteenth century," he said as plainly as a blank piece of paper.
The Doctor stared back at the tall, lean man as if he were insane. "Of all the places I could take you to, you want to go to the nineteenth century? Nineteenth century, Earth?"
"Yes, problem?"
"Well…alright! The 1800's it is then!" The Time Lord turned on his heel and opened the door to his little blue box. A warm light spilled out into the dark alley. "Let's go then! No dawdling!" He beckoned to his friends cheerfully and watched as the crime-solving team stepped inside. He and Amy shared a vague smirk, knowing what part was coming up next.
Sherlock Holmes staggered back in disbelief, as did Watson. They stared in awe at the massive room before them, their eyes finally trailing to the console in the very center. The Doctor was joyfully hopping about, turning a variety of knobs and dials.
For once, Sherlock was lost for words.
"It's bigger… on the inside!" John managed to stammer. His brown eyes were wide and his jaw was hanging low.
"Don't worry, you'll get used to it," Amy muttered to the shocked army doctor.
"B-but how?" Sherlock spluttered.
"Dimensionally transcendental," the Doctor cried out as he ran around the console. "In other words- welcome to the TARDIS!" With finality, he pushed a lever and the TARDIS lurched, throwing Sherlock and John against the railing.
The machine lurched again, but this time, the duo hung onto the rails of the console. The Doctor happily bounded up and down," So, nineteenth century, the brink of the Industrial Revolution in Britain and all across the planet! This'll be fun!"
But the TARDIS had other plans. The room shook violently. Amy toppled to the ground and shouted, "Doctor! What was that?" The TARDIS felt like a giant washing machine as everyone was thrown from one side to another.
The Doctor struggled to pull himself up and catch a glance at the screen. "Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO!" he yelled in dismay.
"What's happening?" Amy's Scottish accent rang out loudly.
"Doctor?" Sherlock questioned.
The Doctor glanced at the consulting detective straight in the eyes, olive green against icy blue. "Bad news, Sherlock," he said, his voice breaking in the effort to keep himself upright, "We're not going to see the 1800's."
With a final violent shudder, the TARDIS threw itself to a stop. Amy slowly got to her feet, "Doctor, where are we?"
The Time Lord studied the screen, and slowly, an interesting, yet mischievous smile spread across his face.
"I don't know." His companions stared at him; confusion, interest, curiosity, and fear playing on all their faces. After a moment, the Doctor turned to Amy, grinning, "Amy, have you ever heard of the 'Land of Ooo'?"