Title: The Yellow Face
Title of chapter: Prologue
Fandom: Supernatural, Doctor Who and Sherlock (BBC)
Genre: general, action
Rating: T
Warnings: crossover
Notes: very first crossover I write, yay! Because Tumblr is the evil. I saw some genial gifs about this crossover and I decided to write a fanfic! "The Yellow Face" is taken from the same Sherlock Holmes' tale – and the facts described, of course with some changes to let the crossover fit, will be those in the tale. I'm still not so witty to invent a mystery out of the blue xD
Disclaimer: I don't own nothing. Moffat and Gatiss own Sherlock and Doctor Who – and my soul, while Eric Kripke owns Supernatural.
Prologue
Dean knocked on the table while paying a perplexed look at the letter a police officer had gave him a few hours before, then he raised a brow. Sam, from his part, was no less doubtful. He frowned, then asked "Dean, can you repeat what's the content of that paper? I think I might have…"
"Sam, why are you so bothered by what it looks like a simple case?" Dean sighed with a resigned expression on his face. Anyway, he started reading again the letter. "To the attention of Sam and Dean Winchester. This is Inspector G. Lestrade from Scotland Yard. I have sent you this letter, because I have a case my officers alone cannot resolve and it might have to do with the supernatural. I would kindly appreciate if you came to help us."
The man stopped and breathed, then gave to his brother a serious look. Sam snatched the letter off Dean's hands and silently read it again. After a while, he tossed the paper away.
"So I suppose we're going to London. I wonder if it has to do with Lilith."
"We are going to leave the car here, we're going by airplane." Dean snapped.
"Hell no! It's MY car, I won't leave my baby here! We're going by ship!"
"Dean, it's a car…"
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
Suddenly a blue Police Box appeared in the suburbs of London. Some strange noises could be heard from the inside. Then a woman opened the door and came out: she looked pretty surprised. A man with brown, short hair followed her.
"Doctor, this is London, you should have told me!"
"If I told you, then it wouldn't have been a surprise, Donna!"
The woman shook her head. "You are terrible, Doctor!" she laughed, then began to walk towards the main streets. "And here I thought I wouldn't see this city for a long time!"
The Doctor didn't pay attention to her; instead, he pulled out the sonic device he kept in the pocket of his coat and frowned as he saw it blinking. As Donna went by his side, anyway, he grinned. "Shall we go and enjoy a bit of London?"
Donna giggled, then nodded and preceded the Doctor.
In 221b of Baker Street all seemed quiet. Mrs. Hudson was quietly cleaning up the stairs, while John Watson dealt with his flatmate's caprices. This latter was just whining about everything being 'boring'. John just stared at him, and then said, looking away from his computer: "You should do something productive, not everything can be so boring, you know, Sherlock?"
Sherlock Holmes, Police consultant, just muttered something incomprehensible and stood up to take his violin. John gazed at him for a moment in horror, then just sighed.
"I suppose this is what I deserve for having told him to do something productive." He thought, while tapping something at the computer. Sherlock began playing said instrument.
From the stairs, Mrs. Hudson said to herself "My, my, I will have to say to Mr. Holmes he should really stop playing that violin!"
Some miles away, in Norbury, a woman was arguing with her husband.
"Effie, I want you to tell me the truth!"
"Please, I really can't tell you anything! Have faith in me!"
"Effie, I want to have faith in you, but you are clearly hiding me something!"
The man was not angry at all, but mostly worried. Effie, the woman, just turned away saying "it'll be all right, please, trust me! I just need 100 pounds, now!"
"It's your money, so here there are. But you are definitely worrying me."
The woman just took the check and left.