WhoLock Fanfiction

Companions with Deductions

Based off of a R.P.

Chapter One: Mysterious Arrival

Part 1

Sherlock sat at Speedy's Café alone staring into space, as he did often, but John was not there this time. He mindlessly sipped his coffee thinking of the new case Lestrade had told him about. A family disappeared on a vacation to America, but never seemed to have left the airport. All of their luggage was acquired by the staff and were given to Scotland Yard after being requested to return the items.

Obviously they are in America, thought Sherlock, or they never left London, then wh~…his thoughts were stopped short. All of a sudden he spotted a blue phone box. It wasn't there earlier when he arrived at the Café. He lifted an eyebrow and got up, leaving his coffee and crossing the street, ignoring the angry people in the cars honking their horns and shouting at him. He reached the box and examined it. It was a police call box; it looked normal, but how did it get there? No one else seemed to notice the difference that there was a phone box there. Sherlock reached for the handle when all of a sudden a man wearing a bow tie fell flat on his back onto the sidewalk with a cloud of smoke following.

"AH, OH, OW!" the man squirmed on the ground for a second before he noticed a tall dark haired man standing over him, watching him intently. The man with the bow tie's face went from pain to sheer wonder. Hello there handsome. OH don't say that! He sat up abruptly still looking at the tall figure; he blinked and got up himself when he noticed that a hand was not going to be offered. "Ah…hello there," he said with a smile and he held his hand out. Sherlock kept his hands in his coat pockets and eyed the man curiously. "Oh, okay," the mysterious man brought his hand back and shifted uncomfortably.

"Who are you?" Sherlock finally broke the awkward silence, his deep voice cut through the other man's ears and he stood there in a daze. He snapped out of his trace when he noticed the piercing grayish-blue eyes squinting at him.

"I-I'm The Doctor," he said hesitantly for the first time.

"Doctor….who?" Sherlock was not amused, but the other man was. "What is so funny?"

"It's just The Doctor!" he said excitedly motioning his hands sharply at the other man. Sherlock stood there blankly and the Doctor frowned a bit, What did I say?

"Sherlock Holmes is the name," he said bluntly. How adorable. His face didn't show his thoughts. This made the Doctor's heart sink a bit, but he still tried to keep an excited face. It's what he did best. Sherlock sensed this and made a half hearted smile, it didn't seem to help the situation whatsoever. Sherlock broke the awkward silence between the two of them.

"What is going on in there?" he shifted on his heals looking at the blue box while smoke seeped out of the bottom of the door. Sherlock watched the smoke disappear as it rose into the air. He bent down to inspect it.

"You know you can just ask to go in, Mr. Holmes," The Doctor savored the name as he said it. Sherlock looked at his curiously noticing how he seemed to take possession over it.

"It's a phone box. It's not yours, you cannot just claim it," he said a bit frusterated.

"Well…it kinda' is mine"

Sherlock rolled his eyes and pulled at the handle, it would not open.

"Why won't this open!?" he shouted abuse at the bloody door and people started to stare "it says PULL TO OPEN!"

The Doctor pushed the door open and looked at Sherlock a bit concerned. "Uh…"

Sherlock scowled at The Doctor and walked in and stopped short expecting there to be a wall. He could not even see his hand in front of his face. Outside The Doctor looked around to see if anyone was watching, he decided it was clear to enter. On his way in he ran into Sherlock. Sherlock turned facing the Doctor and his back to the 'wall'. The smoke started to clear up and he looked at The Doctor frustrated.

"What are you doing, Could you not wait outside?"

"Could you not walk any farther?" The Doctor retorted quickly.

"Wh~what?"

The Doctor disappeared into the smoke which was building up again. There was a loud bang and then Sherlock could hear vents, the smoke cleared and his mouth opened in awe. The Doctor was leaning on the controls with his armed crossed smiling.

"She's called the T.A.R.D.I.S and can travel all through time and space!" he clapped his hands together and walked toward the completely still Sherlock, eyes wide with wonder. He quickly shut his mouth and ran out the door.

"What is this?" he mumbled to himself. He examined the outside frantically, trying to come up with a logical explanation. He ran back into the Tardis to find The Doctor sitting in the captain's chair casually. "It's bigger on the inside…"

Part 2

The Doctor smiled at this deduction and shrugged with a smile. Sherlock rushed up to him almost instantly but never made it, for he fainted. The Doctor was a bit shocked, this had never happened before.

"What? No one's ever…fainted!" he scowled at Sherlock but could not stay frustrated with him for long. Just something about the peace on his face made him relax and forget about death and war. What is it like, being at peace with yourself and the world? Yet, little did The Doctor know that Sherlock was burdened with the exact opposite. He smiled down at Sherlock with tenderness and unconsciously reached down to straighten the piece of his hair that obstructed the view of his beautiful pale face. All off a sudden Sherlock's eyes opened with alarm.

"What are you doing?" he said staring at The Doctor's hand that was reached out to him.

"N-nothing," his voiced cracked and he cursed at himself under his breath.

Sherlock just stared at him for a while thinking to himself. He's been through a lot, signs of stress appear on his brow, his cuffs are original, which means he has been around a while, he's seen death and feels as if it was all his fault due to the nervous glancing and the constant movement of his hands, trying to keep his mind off the past. Marks on his lips also show nervousness, but he does well to hide it. He slouches when he is not speaking, he doesn't want to be noticed? He is pale, but fit, slim like myself. Anger…. Lots of it... Sherlock stopped when he noticed The Doctor was staring back at him almost as intently as Sherlock himself was looking at him. He's…like me.

"I-I'm sorry, are you ok? You took quite the fall"

"Yes I'm fine," he sat up rubbing his head.

"You know, no one has ever fainted before. I've been slapped, tackled, and…well, that doesn't matter does it…" he sighed laughing a bit.

"I'm not the first?"

"No, quite far from the first to be honest"

Sherlock nodded slowly. "Erm…so you're an alien?"

The Doctor's face lit up at this question "YES! I am a 1045 year old Time Lord from the planet Galifrey in the consolation of Gesturberus!" he got over excited and started dancing about the Tardis, spinning and jumping. Sherlock just watched a bit amused, but tried not to show it, The Doctor kept glancing at him to see his reaction, trying to impress him, though he would never admit it. He got nothing from Sherlock, so he kept quiet.

"You said this could travel anywhere in time and space, right?"

"Uh, yes"

Sherlock stood up and brushed himself off. Let's see if this is true. He started to walk slowly over to The Doctor. The Doctor swallowed a bit nervous at the man heading his way. What is he doing? Why? Uh…do something, now…..Now…NOW –

"UH, would you like to ~where would you like to go, all of time and space!" he was starting to get into the swing of things when it comes to getting a new companion, he would do anything to get him to be his companion.

Sherlock cocks his head, "You tell me"

This was new, and it made him stop in his tracks, no one had ever challenged him like this. He made up his mind and ran around the controls switching things, pressing buttons, and turning knobs, Sherlock watched him closely. He set the coordinates and was about to pull the trigger but he paused to look at Sherlock and smile first. Off they went the Tardis shook violently and Sherlock grabbed the nearest railing. The Tardis disappeared on the street, which freaked out the person who was about to enter. Suddenly everything was still.

"AH, NEVER GETS OLD," The Doctor shouted happily.

"Where are we?" Sherlock stood up slowly and looked at The Doctor with eyes filled up with wonder.

"Barcalona, not the city mind you, but the planet!" he threw his hands up as he rambled.

Sherlock looked at him curiously and tilted his head slightly. The Doctor absolutely loved that look on his face, Oh god…I am not thinking this, no BAD THOUGHTS! he swallowed hard again and shifted uncomfortably as they broke eye contact. Sherlock headed to the door and swung it open.

"Brilliant," he whispered. Snowflakes fell from the sky and landed on his scarf and jacket. He felt the cool breeze wisp onto his face. He smiled and turned to The Doctor. The Doctor motioned to him to step out of the machine onto the beautiful new world.