BANG
"Bored."
BANG
"Boored."
BANG
"BORED!"
"Sherlock Holmes, I swear if I hear one more gunshot from up there you will find yourself on the street." Ms. Hudson shouted angrily from downstairs.
She dealt with his experiments, his rudeness, his messiness. But bullet holes in her damn wall. No, the line must be drawn. This was her house and she wasn't going to have it destroyed by that insufferable man.
"But. I'm. BORED."
"Where is John? Why don't you go and find him, get yourself out of the house?"
"He's not answering his texts," Sherlock replied.
Watson was always the one to come to him when he beckoned. Today was different though. He had sent multiple texts summoning John but the only reply he got was "Will you piss off -JW"
He hated sitting with nothing to do. It was all so mundane, normal life. DI Lestrade had been holding back on cases for him. He was trying to get back on the good sides of Donovan and Anderson. The two despised him. Especially after he exposed the affair they were having when Mrs. Anderson was out of town. But Sherlock needed a case. He couldn't stand this boredom any longer.
WOOSH WOOSH WOOSH
A wind from nowhere tussled his hair.
"What the hell!?" Sherlock shot up off of the couch and dropped the handgun he had forgotten he was even holding. Slowly a big, blue box ...police box? faded into his vision. It settled in the center of the living room.
"What was that noise!?" Ms. Hudson called up.
"It was just the television, don't worry."
"Don't you lie to me young man!" she replied with irritation in her voice.
He took a step forward and placed his hand on the box, ignoring her. It was a deep blue; he'd never seen such a fantastic shade. Circling the box he let his fingers run across the wood, indistinguishable origins. The sign above the door read: POLICE PUBLIC CALL BOX. There was also a sign on the front reading:
Police Telephone
FREE
For use of
PUBLIC
Advice & Assistance
Obtainable Immediately
Officers & Cars
Respond to all calls
PULL TO OPEN
These used to occupy seemingly every street corner, but these haven't been around since the 60's. Why was it in his living room? Through his fingertips he felt a slight vibration. The kind of hum that radiates off of technology, but it was just a box.
Sherlock attempted to open the door to take a look inside but it wouldn't budge. Immediately he ran into his bedroom. He grabbed his lock picks, and rushed back. No lock could keep Sherlock Holmes out. He worked quickly. In seconds, with a click, the door unlocked and he pushed it open.
He gasped. How.. he ran back out the door and touched the sides. Bigger on the inside? Okay.. I am slightly less bored. Back inside the box a man stood and watched with a half smile on his face. He loved the bigger on the inside bit.
"You're not Amelia. Also, you're not wearing the hat." the man said with amusement, yet there was a slight disappointment in his voice.
"It's not my hat." Sherlock grumbled, knowing immediately the hat he was referring to.
While trying to escape photographs during one of his cases, he and John had grabbed some hats off a rack and threw them on. Attempting to hide their faces. Unfortunately Sherlock became known for his silly hat. Watson had even posted the picture on his blog. For some reason people loved it. He despised it.
"Who are you and why are you in my living room?"
"I'm The Doctor," he said simply and put his hand out to shake with a hidden frown in his eyes. He didn't say it. Everyone said it.
Sherlock just stared at him. He wasn't one for physical contact. The Doctor pulled his hand back awkwardly and put it in his pocket. His eyes flicked all over him trying to figure him out. He wasn't a normal man. That was clear, seeing that he had just materialized in the middle of the room in a police box that bigger on the inside. He could not have been from around here. Clothes in tatters. Maybe he had been in some kind of fight recently. Clearly he was in a rush to get somewhere. This man was hard to read. That upset Sherlock, he could read everyone.
"Tell me, Doctor, what is this machine," he gestured around, " that has appeared in the middle of my flat?"
"This, is my TARDIS."
"TARDIS?" Sherlock looked at him oddly.
"Yes yes. TARDIS. T. A. R. D. I. S. It stands for Time and Relative Dimension in Space. and she likes you." he patted the console lovingly.
"She?"
"Yeah she."
"It's... alive?"
"It is it is."
"You never told me why you were in my living room."
"Well I was aiming for Leadworth, 1996. I guess I was a bit off."
"You broke my table.."
"Who needs tables when there's so much to do!" and the Doctor began to run around the center console flipping switches, pressing buttons, and hitting things. With a snap of his finger the door slammed shut.
"Hey! what's going on?!"
"Well you're coming with me of course. Just for a short trip. Amelia will love you, yes she will."
"A-Amelia? What about John!? I suppose he's used to my abrupt leaving, but still!"
WOOSH WOOSH WOOSH
Sherlock ran to the door.
"You might not want to do that.." The Doctor hollered but Sherlock snatched the door open anyway, and gasped.
What he saw was something not many people ever got to see. Swirling around them was the time vortex. It was beautiful of course, but it could drive a person mad. Not Holmes though. He was just a bit flustered.
"What, a-a-am I looking at.."
"That would be the time vortex that we're traveling through. And you should come back over here." The Doctor put a hand on Sherlock's shoulder and pulled him back as he shut the door. He lead Holmes back over to the console and sat him down on a bench.
"I was only doing a small time hop. 5 minutes I told her. Poor little Scottish girl with a crack in her wall. Note came through. Prisoner zero has escaped. Whatever that means. The crack shut without a problem. There was something I wasn't seeing though. New body. New eyes. It's hell at fir- OH MY GOD I know what I missed." The Doctor seemed to become frantic.
"Prisoner Zero?"
"Yes crack in space and time joining two points that should never have touched. On the other side of the crack was some sort of prison. Big ol' guard. Obviously the message was sent to me because he escaped into Amelia's house. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" he began slapping himself in the forehead.
