Chapter 1
"Well, then... Time to be on your own, Doctor."
" Bored."
Once again, Sherlock Holmes was bored. Bored of being bored. It's now been two month since he came back from the death. Not and interesting case. Moriarty's dead. John's engaged. Things were different from two years ago. Sherlock was too proud to admit it, but he kind of regrets the old time.
"Okay, let's improvise something." he said by grabbing his phone.
First peep.
"Maybe a clue about the person who tried to burn him alive."
Second peep.
"Or simply telling him the truth, I'm bored."
Third peep.
"I hope that Mary won't answer for him".
Fourth peep.
"Four peeps. That's weird."
Fifth peep.
"_ There must be a problem, should I go and check by myself…
_ Hello ? Who's there ? Who's calling ?"
Sherlock didn't answer. He preferred to listen first. He doesn't recognize this voice, but that was not John. Maybe it's one of his colleagues.
"I intend to speak to Doctor John Watson", he asked.
" If you need a doctor, I might be your man", answered the man, mockingly.
" Doctor John Watson is my friend. I want to talk to him."
" John Watson, right ? That's fun, he just called me too", the man's voice turned more serious. "Two similar phones calls the same day, that's really unusual…"
" John called you ? Who are you ?" Sherlock begun to lose patience. Patience has never been his best quality.
" Where and when do you live ?" The man didn't sound to joke, that's what afraid Sherlock. What if some of a psychotic guy in lack of his medicines attacked John ?
" What do you mean ?" Sherlock askes, quite pissed.
" Come on, the place, the date ! Are you that slow? "
" Holmes. I am Sherlock Holmes. 221B, Baker Street, London. And this is the 10th of September, 2013, do you also need the precise the hour, or your stupid and repelling joke is over yet ?"
" Oh yes, the hour, that would be helpful !" That definitely was a mad man.
" 9 am ! "
" Okay, thank you, mister Holmes ! I won't be late !"
The mad man rang off the phone. Sherlock decided to go to John's office. He didn't admit it, but this strange phone call was interesting. Sherlock took a cab. Wrong hour, London's streets are crowded before 10 am. It took him one hour and a half to reach his destination. Mary was there. John wasn't. What happened ? Has he been kidnapped again ? Sherlock didn't wait and went straight to Scotland Yard. As usual, Lestrade didn't hear anything, and his crew was in lack of men to help Sherlock. One-morning disappearing wasn't enough for the police.
It took to Sherlock the whole day. He explored London, the squares, the docks. Nothing. Not a trace of John. It was dark for long when he came back in Baker Street. The cab driver stopped at the corner of the street, leaving Sherlock walking a little. When he almost reached 221B, the clock struck 9, and the impossible happened. First the wind, then the noise, and finally an exact replica of the old bluePolice boxes appeared, from nowhere, and the mad man with it. The first thought which came in Sherlock's mind was "This man is not from Earth." He couldn't be closer to the truth.
" 9 pm ! I told you, I won't be late !" He proudly said. He was the weirdest man Sherlock has ever seen. He was but dressed as a young man, bright shoes, attack eyebrows, and a voice with an atrocious Scottish accent… That combination of non-sense completely confused his science of deduction. John disappearing, a magical blue box, a complete stranger, dysfunction of deduction… Too much for Sherlock. He collapsed.