Beginning of a SuperWhoLock fic I've been working on. Set just before Hound of Baskerville, just after Sam regains his soul in Supernatural Season 6, and right in the middle of the Doctor Who season 6. Any feedback is lovely.

"Doctor, what is it?" Amy asked, watching the bow tie wearing man spin around the room. She crossed her arms. "People don't just go berserk and try to stab their families, then run through windows." She was referring to the four people who'd recently done as such, house to house down her street. As much as she hated to admit it, it rattled her. She didn't like cases so close to home.

"Exactly Amy, they don't. Then why? Why, why, why! Think Doctor!" He tapped his sonic screwdriver to his head. He couldn't make sense of it. Cybermen? In both universes, they'd possessed people. No, too sloppy. Daleks? He knew they could infect a human corpse. No, these people hadn't died. Prisoner Zero? The memory of the replicated humans was replayed in his memory. Oh, now you're just being ridiculous.

"I didn't say anything..." The Doctor hadn't realized he'd spoken aloud. Amy was raising an eyebrow at him, and frowning.

"Stop that."

"What?"

"That look. It makes me feel like a madman. A normal one, not one with a box. What am I missing?" He whirled around again. A normal living room, despite the fact it had been the site of a near homicide. A green couch tipped over, family pictures with cracked frames, scratches on the hardwood from scrambling feet, shattered glass, and a knife blade. Why would this be the room where a man decides he's had enough and attacks his family? The police had come and gone, the detective inspector and his coworkers as baffled as the Doctor. Something else was here, but he couldn't see it. Amy was distracting him, if that made any difference. Every time he looked up he saw the scanner in the TARDIS, flashing between negative and positive

"Is it aliens?" His companion echoed his thoughts.

"No, or at least not any I'm familiar with. Something about this rings a bell though... What is it!" Then, with absolute certainty, he turned and left the room. "Come along Pond."

"Wait, you're going to just leave? But something's wrong. You never leave when something's wrong. 'Poke it with a stick,' remember!" She yelled after him. His head popped back in the room.

"Are you coming or not?"

"Of course I'm coming!" She huffed and brushed past him.

Vworrrp. Vworrrp

"Oh, not again," Rory sighed as the TARDIS materialized around him.

"Good to see you too," the Doctor replied distractedly as he slammed the controls on the TARDIS.

"You do realize I have a job?" He told Amy as she came down the stairs toward him.

"Yes, but this is better."

"I was in the middle of shift! You can't just drop in and pick me up every time he wants to go on an adventure."

"Fine." Amy amended, "We'll take you back and I can go on an extremely dangerous adventure with the Doctor his two friends. We should be fine with two extra guys to-"

"Guys?" Rory exclaimed. He looked from her to the Doctor, remembering what had happened when Amy had traveled alone the first time. And that was just the Doctor.

"I'm going, aren't I?"

Sherlock's phone buzzed in his pocket. He immediately reached in his coat for it.

John Watson Calling. Raising an eyebrow, he answered. "John, I-"

"THERE IS A BLOODY POLICE BOX IN THE FLAT!" Sherlock sighed and hung up.

It looks like Bluebell will have to wait.