DISCLAIMER: well obviously I don't own Doctor Who, Sherlock, LOTR or The Hobbit, otherwise I wouldn't be on a fanfiction site. Make sense? Good.
A/N: Hello, Whovians, Sherlockians and LOTR fans! Greetings and welcome to my Crackfic! To explain: a crackfic (if you've seen a crack!vid on youtube) contains lots of random things that don't make any sense and don't generally fit together. There's Doctor Who, BBC Sherlock, LOTR, the Hobbit, and a few Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy references. It's random, complete nonsense, and utterly impossible, but its fun! My darling Sarah (whom I wrote it for) loves it, anyhow. She reads it all the time, so I must have done something good.
I'll post a few chapters tonight an a few tomorrow. I have the whole thing written, but I'm going to break it up into bits. Its sixteen pages, so I'm thinking about four or five chapters, maybe less. I might just post the whole thing at once (in chapters), but we'll see. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!
Don't hate, just give me ConCrit (helpful feedback, please). And if you don't like, no need to say so. This was a gift for my wonderful friend Sarah. She and I are the main characters (and no, the other character's name is not my real name).
But as usual, I'm babbling. Read on!
A Birthday Wish
Taking a piece of paper, she drew a TARDIS candle.
"There!" she exclaimed, "Make a wish, Sarah!"
Sarah laughed. "Blow on the paper?"
Ashlyn grinned and shrugged innocently. "I suppose you could do that. I meant write your wish on the paper and wish really hard—and then blow for good luck."
Taking the pen, Sarah tapped it on her leg for a moment before getting that 'light-bulb' look. She scrawled a note beneath the candle. "It would be absolutely fantastic if this worked," she said as she finished. She sighed with a good-natured shrug, closed her eyes, and blew the paper in to the air. It fluttered up—higher and higher to the cloudy sky. They watched it slide back down as if on stairs until it came to a rest on the grass a few paces away.
Ashlyn reached for it. "What did you write?"
Sarah snatched it up, pointing a finger at her. "If you read it, it won't come true!"
Ashlyn nodded deeply, "Right! Sorry. If it does come true—"
They were cut off by a sudden, strong gust of wind and the most unbelievable sound; the most impossible sound. It was the greatest and most well-known, welcome sound ever to touch their ears. The wind continued to gust in strong bouts as the sound grew stronger, confirming their most powerful hopes. It came louder and louder, and a vague shape began to flicker in to view. Rectangular and tall in shape, and blue, it materialized to the hoarse, hard, sparkling ding—the indescribable noise of the TARDIS. The light overhead flashed as it landed, until it came in to full existence on their plane of the universe. With a sort of thump, it landed. The wind caressed the blue box one last time before it whispered away with a chuckle, pushing the paper on the ground towards them.
Their mouths agape, eyes wide, on hands and knees, they stared in amazement. The impossible had happened, bringing that blue box to two die-hard Whovians.
"Don't, blink, Sarah!" Ashlyn finally managed. "If we look away, it might disappear!"
Sarah gasped, a hand over her heart. Her voice was high and breathy, as if she were hyperventilating. "I think I might have a heart attack!" she exclaimed.
"Are we dead?" Ashlyn questioned. "We must be dead. Are we dead? We're dead." She paused. "But if we are…" she trailed off.
The door opened and a head poked out—a beautiful head of brown hair, a smile and big brown eyes. Big hair, adorable smile, and those big brown eyes sparkling like stars
"If we're dead," Ashlyn repeated, "I'm totally okay with it!" Sarah nodded frantic agreement.
"Doctor!" they both cried, beaming.
He smiled. "Hello!" he stepped out of the TARDIS in his blue pinstripe suit and held up his psychic paper. "Did you send me this message?"
Doctor—come quickly. Urgent.
Need to use your TARDIS.
-Sarah
The words wrote and rewrote themselves. Ashlyn snatched the paper off the grass and held it up, afraid to take her eyes off him should he vanish. The words on the paper were the same as the message on the psychic paper. She flipped it around for him to see. He nodded in satisfaction. "Well!" he said, looking between the two. "Which one of you is Sarah?"
Both of them pointed, still grinning stupidly with their mouths hanging open.
"Hello, Sarah, I'm the Doctor. What's the urgent reason you needed to use my TARDIS?" he gave it some more thought. "Actually, also: do I know you? Because," he put his psychic paper away. "I don't know you, and yet you somehow managed to contact me through my psychic paper, which is very hard to do, so you obviously know me." He waited for an answer.
Ashlyn burst out with: "We're fans."
He made a face. "Oh, like L.I.N.D.A.?"
Ashlyn pointed at Sarah: "It's Sarah's Birthday. I drew a candle on a piece of paper," she waved said paper at him, "A TARDIS candle—anything, anytime, anywhere, you know—and told her to write a wish on it. She wrote the message you got. We didn't think it would actually work."
The Doctor just looked between the two of them for a moment, considering. He stood back and opened the TARDIS door, holding it for them. "Alright, get in."
"Really?" cried Sarah enthusiastically.
Despite himself, the Doctor smiled. The thrill of time-travel to new-comers never seized to bring him joy; the adventure and the new things of the universe. He had seen it all, but the young, fresh eyes took it all in for the first time with amazement and vigor, and that was what allowed him to see it that way once more. Only in sharing the universe and its many worlds with others who hadn't seen it, who could really appreciate it like he did—could he truly appreciate its beauty again.
"Could be dangerous," he said, a warning look in his eye, though a smile still tugged at the corners of his lips.
That decided it for them. Sarah seized Ashlyn by the wrist and charged full-throttle in to the TARDIS. Not a moment later and they backed out. They ran around the blue box frantically, eyes bright while they ran their hands over it.
"Ashlyn, it's—"
"Bigger on the inside!" she finished.
"Time Lord technology!" squealed Sarah.
They tumbled past the grinning Doctor back inside the TARDIS.
"We're going on an adventure!" Sarah yelled in a British accent, while Ashlyn laughed.
"Don't touch anything!" the Doctor called as he followed, closing the door behind them. Their hands froze over the console buttons. Slowly, they folded them behind their backs sheepishly.
Donna spoke up, jerking a thumb at them. "Who are they?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.
The Doctor shrugged. "A couple of fresh, new, enthusiastic time travelers," he spoke in his fast, babbling way. "Well, I dunno, I only just met them, but they're very keen."
Sarah and Ashlyn both smiled hugely at each other, practically jumping up and down. They looked from Donna to the Doctor, waiting for him to introduce them. "Oh!" he exclaimed, "Ashlyn, Sarah, this is Donna. Donna, these are our time-traveling hitch-hikers." With his long legs, he bound up the stairs to join them at the console. He leaned over the controls with a grin of anticipation in place. "So, all of time and space, every world ever created and ever built, the entire universe—where do you wanna go?"
Donna joined them, smiling. The girls looked at one another across the console. "Well…" Ashlyn said. "Since its Sarah's birthday…"
"Oh, Happy Birthday!" said Donna, "How old?"
"Thanks!" Sarah beamed, "Sixteen!"
Both Ashlyn and the Doctor raised an eyebrow. The other two subsided. "Since its Sarah's Birthday and her wish, she gets to choose." She waved a hand, "And so, my dear Watson…"
"Away to London we go!" Sarah finished, "First, eh, two-thousand ten—then, Holmes, the eighteen-hundreds!"
"Eighteen-eighty, eighty-five?" suggested Ashlyn. Sarah nodded.
"Are you sure?" the Doctor checked, looking confused and a little crestfallen. They nodded. "Wow, all of time and space, the entire universe…" his words faded off. "London? Two-thousand ten?" he checked.
Sarah mouthed something to Ashlyn, to which she widened her eyes, nodded and mouthed: I know! They looked at him, still smiling. "We're sure." Sarah informed him.
"Alright, London it is," the Doctor submitted, "Anywhere specific you want to go?"
"Baker Street!" they cried.
He made a face. "Okay, I see what you're getting at. But girls, he—"
"Trust me, Doctor," Ashlyn interrupted.
"Alright," he said cautiously. He could see that they wouldn't be convinced. Shrugging, he flitted around the controls, touching this and pulling that. Donna was giving him that look—the I-know-something-you-don't look, where her eyebrows were raised and her tongue was between her teeth. He glared at her. He had a bad feeling she knew the conversation Sarah and Ashlyn had mouthed.
"Sarah, turn that—yes—Ashlyn, grab that lever and turn it clock-wise. No, don't touch that." Those were his instructions as they helped him pilot the TARDIS. The spaceship rocked about and they each grabbed something to hold on to, the Doctor with his foot on the console. Ashlyn and Sarah were laughing. "Allons-y!" the Doctor cried.
Review, dear readers! Next chapter to be posted in a mo.
-Anevay
