Wholock ficlets

A bunch of small Sherlock/Doctor Who ficlets with about three hundred to five hundred words or so. Will be updated whenever I have a muse. Not a continuous story. May not be the best thing I have ever written.

May also be OOC. Apologies for any irritation.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sherlock or Doctor who.

The Sociopath And The Box

CHARACTERS: Sherlock Holmes, tenth Doctor, Donna Noble, mentions of John Watson and DI LeStrade.

SET: A few days after 'The Hound Of The Baskervilles'

PROMPT: Kie1993 (Hope it is to your liking)

He first saw it in Dartmoor. It wasn't obvious, merely a shadow through the trees. A box; very strange thing to keep in the middle of the woods. That was the reason why it had intrigued him so. Had he not been busy defending himself from the 'hound' he surely would have gone up to it, investigated it. After finishing in the hollow he had looked for it again, ashamedly, it had gone.

John hadn't seen it, neither had LeStrade. But then why would they have, the two were far too pre-occupied to notice an odd, blue police box, no matter how out of place it had been.

But Sherlock had noticed it, of course he had, and he had wanted answers since.

And so, when he came across the blue box, once again, during a case- running after a serial killer, it was- he had stopped, and he had observed as two people stepped out of it. A tall man came first.

"No, Donna," he had said, "This is definitely not the forth moon of Alkyli."

The woman, presumably Donna, had pushed him forward, through the door of the box and out into the London drizzle.

"Third time lucky, you said."

The man made to open his mouth but the red haired woman had cut him off—

"This is the fifth time you've tried to find that moon, Doctor, and where are we? London."

The man seemed to think for a couple of seconds before he sprung forward.

"Well, no time to waste. C'mon, there must be something here!"

He moved quickly up the small alley and Sherlock ducked swiftly out of his way as Donna followed him. The two were well out of his way when Sherlock noticed the deep humming coming from back up the alley; an engine of some sort, definitely. Stepping around the corner he spotted the box, standing still, blocking the whole path of the alleyway. An orangey glow cast out onto the wet pavement and it was then that he realised that the left door of the box had been left open. The red haired woman had been too busy ranting to check that she had shut the door behind her.

He had rested his palm against the small glass window, it was almost warm to touch; definitely an engine somewhere.

Slowly, analysing each detail, he pushed the door open.

The sight before him stopped him in his tracks, for; the box was bigger on the inside. Now that was odd. It was a normal sized police box on the outside, no point in checking, of course it was, he had seen it.

His eyes darted quickly throughout the room, trying to examine everything.

He took a step forward as he did this.

Over all, the room was mainly empty but for a central blue column, the column was surrounded by buttons, levers, and even a typewriter. A frown slowly fell on his features as he deduced the possibility of this.

It wasn't possible, of course it wasn't but yet, somehow, it was.

A new sound accompanied the gentle humming of, what could only be described as, the ship; someone had cleared their throat behind him.

He turned slowly to face the owner of the blue box who had grinned like a madman at first sight of him.

"Donna," he had said, "Meet Sherlock Holmes!"

Okay, not too sure on this one. I'll probably do something like this again, in the future which will, hopefully, turn out better but man, I found this difficult.

Thank-you, though, to Kie1993 for the prompt.

Any prompts or ideas that you have, don't hesitate to tell me and I'll give them a shot.

Thanks for reading.