Sherlock Holmes was sitting, curled on his couch in his usual spot. His fingers were drumming together underneath his chin, and he was staring into the distance the way he always did when he was thinking deeply. It was a usual night for Sherlock Holmes and his partner in crime-solving, John Watson. Sherlock pondering the deepest physics of life and John sitting on the edge of his seat, watching the newest telly show he was obsessed with. This one was Doctor Who.
"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon..." John mumbled under his breath.
"Did you say something?" Sherlock asked, coming out of his trance long enough to notice John's hushed whispers to the telly.
"No, no, now shut up, please." John went back to being immersed in the show.
Sherlock having found out who was speaking went back into the realms of his Mind Palace. He doing a, how do normal people say it, "Spring cleaning". All of the junk John had been watching on television had started to clog up his intelligence stores and had become annoying to come upon a file of "The Doctor's relationships" when he was searching for "DNA tests". There's quite a difference.
After a few minutes of strenuous cleaning, Sherlock's ears picked up another noise. It wasn't exactly a human noise though. He cracked open one eye to see John still leaning off of his seat, watching Doctor Who attentively, but making no noise. Yet, the noise still lingered. It puzzled Sherlock because he thought he'd heard it before, but he couldn't put his finger on where. That kind of feeling drove him to insanity.
"John."
"Yes, yes, what? Can't you see I'm a bit busy, Sherlock, can't it wait?"
Sherlock turned his head to face the noise a bit better. And suddenly there was a flashing shape appearing in the space of ground in front of the flat door, "John."
"No, Sherlock, plug it, this is the best part!"
"But, John..."
Sherlock was at a loss for words. The flickering shape was starting to become, not only more solid, but also louder. This defied all logical statistics, what was happening?
"Sherlock, I told you to shut u-"
John then turned around to see the blue police box sitting in their living room...
Which a man in a pinstripe suit and bow tie was stumbling out of with a tall ginger, and an average looking man with a long nose following.
"Oh, hello!" the man exclaimed with a large grin, "I'm the Doctor."