AN: Hey guys so this is my very first Sherlock/Doctor Who crossovers. It just hit me sometime when i was on the way home from school, watching some fanvids on Youtube. I know it might seem cliché and all but i don't know. I just needed to write it. This will be a short story maybe five chapters at the most? I don't really know. It depends :) Do read and leave me a comment guys! Thanks!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Sherlock or Doctor Who. This story is 100% fanmade, for the fans by a fan!
Chapter 1: The Doctor & I
At a time when there was no one for Sherlock to call a friend, at a time when people called him names and hated him, he found a friend that came from out of this world. The man in the blue box. The funny, eccentric man in the blue box. It was pure coincidence that they met. He had come home from school that day, alone on foot as usual and he was sitting up in his room studying. His parents were away for the weekend and his older brother was at a friend's place. He was very much alone. He didn't mind it, in fact he quite liked being alone. At least there wouldn't be any fighting.
His house was at the end of the street and it was always very quiet at night. That's why when he'd heard the weird whirring-wheezing noise disrupting the silence he stood and looked out of his window. Sherlock was rather surprised to see a weird lopsided police box lying on its side in his garden. How had it gotten there? Probably fallen out of the sky. No…that would mean it was an alien. There was no such thing as aliens…Or were there?
'Curiosity killed the cat…' he thought. Yet pulling on a jacket he dashed out of his room anyway. Sherlock raced down the stairs and then out the front door, his feet carried him out to where the lopsided police box was, lying on its side with smoke rising from it. This was crazy. This was absolutely amazingly insane. Cautiously he reached a hand out and touched the wooden base of the very real police box, he could feel the hard wood grazing his fingers when he touched it. He was definitely not dreaming.
Okay so an alien had landed in his front garden in a spaceship that looked just like a police call box…
"Hello?" he called as he knocked on the wood. He wasn't sure if he was going to get any reply.
From inside there came the sound of muffled footsteps, "Just a minute!"
His eyes widened at the very human voice that replied him, surprised. Maybe aliens could speak just as humans did.
"You might want to stand back!" came the voice again.
Sherlock took a few steps back and waited. The blue door of the box opened up and out, a hand stuck out and grabbed onto the base of the box before a man heaved himself out of the box, tumbling out onto the grass before him.
"Hello!" the man said, smiling up at him from where he lay on the ground, his head near his feet, limbs awkwardly spread out at his sides.
Sherlock caught himself gawking at the sight and after recovering he replied, "Hello."
The man smiled, "It's not everyday that she crashes in someone's backyard," he said pulling himself up and brushing off the dirt from his disheveled clothes, "we just had a little accident along the way."
"She?" Sherlock asked indicating the spaceship.
"Ah yes. She. The TARDIS. She's a time travelling machine," the man explained, "and TARDIS stands for Time and Relative Dimension in Space."
Sherlock nodded his head as the man rattled on and on about his time machine and then moved on to talk about fixing his TARDIS. Who ever he was he clearly didn't have any social skills, or he just really enjoyed talking.
"My name is Sherlock Holmes," Sherlock said and the man paused in mid sentence and about-turned to face him as he facepalmed.
"How can I be so stupid!" he muttered and crossed over to stand before him, taking his hand in both of his and shaking it enthusiastically –too enthusiastically– as he introduced himself, "I'm The Doctor."
Was this man never going to stop surprising him? Sherlock looked up to him, "Just The Doctor?" he asked, expecting something more.
The man nodded, "Just The Doctor."
"Okay," he said and pulled his hand out from between the Doctor's hands. He didn't exactly want to go back to doing schoolwork so he asked, "Do you need help with fixing your…TARDIS?"
"No not at the moment. But you know what? I'm hungry. Starving, actually! Do you have anything to eat?" the Doctor asked
"I can't cook much. But I can try to make something," Sherlock said as he led his new friend with a peculiar name back into his house.
He made a beeline for the kitchen and pouring a bowl of fries into the cooker he closed the lid and waited for the five minutes that it would take to cook. Sherlock wanted the Doctor to try something that he liked to make for himself when he had to stay home alone.
"Are you old enough to be using that?" the Doctor asked as he watched Sherlock shut the cover of some electrical appliance.
"Eleven is old enough to use a fryer don't you think?" Sherlock replied as he stood at the counter, watching the Doctor who picked up the eggbeater at the sink and play with it. "How old are you?" he asked now, for the Doctor seemed to have such childish mannerisms.
"Would you like to guess?"
Sherlock furrowed his brows, he was good at this, reading and analyzing people. His tattered blue shirt with the loose red tie and the suit pants made him seem a little older than his face actually looked. He studied the Doctor's face now before he came to the conclusion, "Thirty."
The Doctor laughed, it wasn't the mocking sort of laughter that the people in school gave to him. It was different.
The Doctor shook his head, he'd never seen someone give such a precise answer before. Had he been human the answer would be right, "Nope. Looking at my face yes, I might be that age but I'm not."
"Oh. Right…" Sherlock murmured he'd not taken the fact that the Doctor was not a being of this planet into consideration. Perfectly clever of him to eliminate that possibility.
"I'm a thousand years old."
A smile grew on Sherlock's lips as he heard that. His new friend was a thousand years old. It just seemed so impossible. But here he was in the living flesh. He was glad that he was the only one at home, glad that he would be the only one who would see this extraordinary man who crash-landed in his garden in a police box.
They sat across each other at the dining table now, a table that held so many bad memories for Sherlock.
'Well at least now I'll have one good thing to think about when I see this table,' he thought as the Doctor complimented him on the combination of fries and vanilla ice cream.
"So what are you?" Sherlock asked as he dipped the fries into the melted vanilla ice cream, when the Doctor looked at him again he added, "Like what do you do?"
"Oh! Yes, um…regeneration gets the brain a little messed up," the Doctor said as he took some more fries, "Time Lord. I'm a Time Lord. I fly around space in the TARDIS and help people."
'Are you here to help me?' he wanted to ask but instead answered, "That's cool."
"What about you, Sherlock?"
"Human. I'm a human and I go to school," he murmured, "It's way more boring than you travelling around space."
The Doctor laughed, "I could take you out some time if you wanted. I just have to get her all fixed up first. It should take awhile."
Sherlock nodded. He definitely wanted the Doctor to take him away. He would rather travel all of time and space than stay here in this dingy house, with his stupid brother, uncaring parents and a load of haters in his school.
The Doctor got up from his seat now licking his fingers, "How about you give me a tour of the house? That's what you all do right? Show friends around the house?"
'Friends…' Sherlock thought a smile on his lips now.
"Sure," he replied jumping off his seat and rounding the table as he took the Doctor's hand and led him around the house.
"I don't use the other rooms much," Sherlock said, leading the Doctor up the stairs now, "I much rather prefer to be alone."
He felt as the Doctor squeezed his hand in a sort of comforting gesture, almost as if to tell him that it's all right, "This here is my room," he said and opened the door at the far end of the hall.
The Doctor slipped his hand from Sherlock's as he entered the young boy's room. It was fairly tidy as boys' rooms went. A bed, a desk, some shelves, a cupboard and another door leading off to the bathroom. He did notice that unlike other people, Sherlock didn't have photographs at all. Nothing that showed that this boy had parents. He seemed to be well and alone…just like him…and that made the Doctor want to spend just a little more time with Sherlock.
"So what were you doing before I crashed here?" he asked, picking a book from the row of books on the shelf and leafing through it.
"Homework…" Sherlock muttered as he sat on the edge of the bed, watching as the Doctor looked through his collection of books.
The Doctor moved over to the desk where said homework was and taking a seat he decided to give it a try. After awhile he gave up and scribbling over the paper he stood, "How about I get the TARDIS all fixed up and then I take you on a ride?"
"Yes!" Sherlock grinned as he followed the Doctor out to the garden. To where the police box lay on it's side on the ground.
"Would you wait out here?" the Doctor asked, he didn't want to spoil the surprise for Sherlock.
"Okay. But when you're done you have to give me the full tour of the TARDIS."
"Of course. All companions get a free tour of the TARDIS," the Doctor said as he smiled and entered the TARDIS once more.
Sherlock was beginning to feel sleepy now as he waited, sitting on the bench in the garden. How long was this going to take? He could hear the Doctor tinkering away from the open door of the TARDIS. Sherlock yawned and stood to stretch. Just as he did, the Doctor popped his head back out of the TARDIS.
"She'll be done in just a moment, give me about five minutes. I just need to test her out. Why don't you go get ready?"
Sherlock smiled, he was wide-awake now. He rushed back into the house, going back up the stairs as he dashed into his room, taking his suitcase out from under the bed and dumping clothes into it. Just as he was about to go back downstairs, he heard that weird whirring-wheezing noise again. It couldn't be…he looked out the window now and saw as the blue box slowly began to disappear. So that was how the Doctor traveled. He closed his suitcase now as he raced back down the stairs and out of the house.
Five minutes. In five minutes time, the Doctor would be back to take him away. 'Away from this stupid place and all the way into outer space,' he smiled at the thought as he settled down on the bench with his suitcase at his side, trying to keep his eyes open as he waited for the man with the blue box to return…
