Alright, I couldn't help this one, I had to do it at least once. Also, this won't be the only crossover with the Doctor, I plan on doing the next one properly with the tenth Doctor, but I love nine so much I thought I'd just stick him in here.
This one is mostly nonsense, and I probably won't do one like it again, but consider yourselves warned.
"You didn't suspect this did you Mr. Holmes?"
Sherlock Holmes glared at the horde of villains that surrounded him, not only Stapleton who leered in his face but also Smith, Moran, Clay and numerous others all of whom he'd brought to justice for their foul crimes.
The Detective struggled angrily against his bonds, trying not to look at his companion, where he lay stunned on the floor, a thin trickle of blood flowing down his cheek from the gash in his head.
"No, I confess I did not, although you could have been a little more original Stapleton…tying us hand and foot and imprisoning us in an abandoned cellar. Not to mention hitting poor Watson on the head yet again. Where's Moriarty?"
Moran made a face and Stapleton frowned, there was a general murmur of disapproval from the crowd of villains.
"He declined to take part in this fic…he said it was beneath him."
Holmes looked around at the dim cellar, the uneven floorboards and the damp stone walls.
"How are you all even fitting in this room? There are too many of you…the dimensions…"
"Shut up!" Moran snapped, losing his temper at last and raising his air gun to shoulder level. "I've had enough of you Holmes, we all have, you and your cheek, you and your arrogant self-assurance. We've had enough, and we're calling an end to it."
Holmes raised his eyebrows.
"Whatever for…people love me…how else do you explain the continued popularity of Watson's stories after more than a century?"
Moran growled again, and pressed the weapon into Holmes' well-known hawk-like nose.
"He's right though," said a new voice from the rear of the room.
All the villains turned as one, their faces classically shocked to see a very odd structure indeed.
It was a Blue box, tall and narrow and solid, like a sentinel, its eight window's alight, bearing the words: 'Police Public Call Box, free for use of public' across its top.
Against it leaned two people, one a tall fellow with marine-short black hair, a large nose and ears, and sharp blue eyes. He stood casually, with his arms crossed, looking perfectly at home in his worn leather jacket. The second was a girl…a very ordinary girl, in jeans and a polo t-shirt, her hands in her pockets, her short, dark hair sticking up at disobedient, odd angles.
It was this girl who had spoken, and to she that Stapleton next spoke.
"And just who do you think you are?"
The girl surveyed the crowd with a very unamused glance.
"I'm PGF, and this is the Doctor, but we're not talking about me, we're talking about Holmes over there."
Moran raised his air-gun,
"What are you doing here?"
The girl snorted very rudely, as though she was fed up with the world in general.
"I should think that was obvious, I'm getting tired of the rules of Fanfiction, and I've decided to bend them a little, we're here for Holmes and Watson cause we like em…don't we KCS?"
The girl paused when there was no answer, she looked to her companion, who shrugged, a grin on his face and pointed to the box against which he leaned.
The girl sighed, and pushed open the doors of the box, sticking her head in.
"C'mon KCS, we don't have all day."
There was a dismal groan from inside the box and a very frustrated voice said.
"I don't know how I let you talk me into this, I've never even seen Doctor Who."
"It's the only way I could think to get here…and besides he likes you, so stop moaning and come out of there."
There was another bout of grumbling and to the villains' great astonishment a second girl stepped out o the box, this one with freckles, ginger hair and green eyes.
She gave the Doctor a dubious glare and he grinned back.
"Hello." He said pleasantly with a northern, British accent.
"Hi." KCS, answered, "Were you dragged into this too?"
The Doctor shrugged, and continued to grin, as though they were all out for a sunny picnic.
"Didn't have anything better to do, and she's written a few stories for me, I figured I owed her summat."
Moran, with his nerves of steel, was the first to recover this additional shock, he raised the gun again.
"Now listen here…"
PGF scowled.
"…I have had enough of this nonsense…"
Holmes and the Doctor both frowned apprehensively, while the crowd of villains smirked.
"…we're here to do what we've always done. Try to get rid of Holmes…"
PGF bristled visibly.
"…We'll most likely fail but the fact of the matter is that we rather enjoy it, And we cause Dr. Watson and him no end of grief in the process…"
PGF growled.
Moran scowled, "…So if you'll just step aside little girl…"
With an almost audible snap, PGF yelled and plowed forward into the Colonel. They went down in a tangle of fists and limbs and through sheer tenacity, the girl landed on top and began raining blows onto the Colonel's head, which even if they were ineffective were very satisfying none the less.
The crowd of villain's stood by, utterly shocked…a fanfic author attacking the villain, such a thing was unheard of, but then PGF was not known for convention, more for violent fights in her fic's.
KCS who was far more level-headed, had circled round the crowd to where Holmes and Watson sat, (the good Doctor having recovered himself a few moments ago).
The Doctor, accompanied her, and when she bent to undo the knots on the hero's bonds he slipped a long narrow instrument, rather like a flashlight into her hand.
KCS frowned. "What's this?"
"Sonic screwdriver, just point it and push the button."
She did so, lighting up the small, blue light at the end and the ropes came readily apart. The Doctor pulled Holmes to his feet, while the girl helped the still-groggy Watson to his, pulling one arm around her shoulder.
He put his hand to his head wearily, then smiled down at her. "Thank you."
KCS blushed, but returned the smile. "You're welcome."
"I must say," Said Holmes, to the Doctor who was watching the struggle with great interest. "This is all rather unusual isn't it?"
The Doctor nodded then shrugged. "Its not unknown for Fanfic writers to snap every now and then, the only thing you can do is stand back and let them have it out."
"Well perhaps she could find a more creative outlet…such as her writing?" The detective said, viewing the crowd of villains warily. They were still in shock but some of them, especially Stapleton, were rapidly becoming annoyed.
"You have a point." The Doctor said, and without further preamble he and Holmes began to push their way forward through the crowd to where the girl continued to rain down blows on the harassed Colonel.
The two bent and between them managed to pry the girl off the villain, though she struggled and continued to growl, her own face bearing several bruises and a swollen eyes.
Moran sat up angrily, sporting a split lip.
"Uh-Oh," KCS said, still supporting Watson.
"Get them!" the Colonel snapped angrily, pointing.
"Run!" the Doctor said grinning releasing his hold on PGF.
They hurried back toward the box, which had magically drifted a considerable distance away, pursued by the villains.
KCS glared at PGF who was running in between her two heroes, grinning, still on a high from the fight.
"This was the stupidest idea you've ever had."
"Probably."
The villains were gaining, Watson paused and made to pull out his revolver, but was thwarted as Small flew at him, tackling him. In an instant KCS was there and she landed several sharp blows to the man's face and stomach, driving him back until Watson got to his feet and practically picked her up, hurrying on toward the box.
They were so close the box was just ahead, but several hands reached out and groped for them.
The Doctor tripped and fell, his sonic screwdriver flying from his hand, Stapleton and Moran on top of him at once.
The other's gasped, and turned back, but were saved from having to turn back by yet another new voice, a thin tenor raised in a sort of battle shout.
A young man, hurled himself into the fray and began to land blows wildly right and left, this was obviously not the brawl he had been in.
Stapleton fell back with a groan, sporting a bleeding nose, Moran growled and seized the young man by the throat.
"Oi!" the colonel turned to meet gaze of a light haired, bearded man, with clear, blue eyes and sinewy muscles developed after long years at sea.
"I've been wanting a word with you mate." The Midshipman growled and with one blow, knocked the villain unconscious.
The seaman turned to the other two stragglers. lifting them onto their feet.
"I can't trust you to stay out o trouble can I Renie?"
The reporter shrugged with a cheeky grin.
"I think its about time we were out of here." The Doctor said.
And then they were running again, making for the blue box and the small crowd that had gathered around it, now including a small ginger-haired boy who hopped about excitedly and clinging periodically onto KCS and Watson.
"Are we quite finished here?" Holmes asked them all impatiently.
PGF looked round, and at the approaching horde.
"Yep," she said "On one condition…"
They trooped into the blue box, and the doors shut just in time in Small's face, making him fall back, clutching his bent nose.
The box began to vanish with a bizarre wheezing sound.
"Oh yes? And what is that?"
"…can I have your autograph?"