A/N: this is suppose to be a crossover of doctor who and Sherlock though I'm not sure how it will turn out. Please review as I need input on what I should include. Thank you J
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Sherlock BBC or Sherlock by Sir Conan Doyle. Ob-vi-ous-ly. I also don't own the Doctor… though it would be AMAZING if I did.
"Umm, hello?" John stuttered. He glanced over to Sherlock, but he hadn't even turned around from his post looking out the window onto Baker Street.
The ginger introduced herself as Amy and John introduced himself to the strange pair.
John looked around the room awkwardly, "Right… well what can I do for you?"
At this the Doctor's smile grew. He clapped his hands together excitedly, "Oh, no, it's more like what can I," he enunciated the I, "do for you!"
"We aren't interested in buying anything I'm sorry." John replied.
"I'm not trying to sell anything… I'm more interested in a crack." Sherlock spun around instantly and looked the two up and down.
"How do you know about the crack? Are you with the government? If so you should know that I'm not willing to do anything for you," he interrogated.
"No no we're not with the government. I'm the Doctor." He extended his hand, Sherlock merely stared into the man's eyes. There was something off setting about them.
"Sherlock by the way. John I need my cell."
Rolling his eyes he went to get the young detectives cell off the kitchen table.
There's a man in my flat. Claims to be The Doctor.
Did you send him?
SH
"Why are you here?"
"Uh, the crack in your wall."
"yes yes I know that. We've already covered this ground why exactly did you chose this precise moment to walk into my flat and ask about a crack in my wall. Which you seemed to have assumed that I would have one." Sherlock drawled.
The Doctor stepped forward to inspect the jagged whole in the wall, he took out what appeared to be some sort of pen.
"What is that?" john asked.
"It's a sonic screwdriver." The Doctor said with a light laugh.
"no such thing." Sherlock stated.
This took the Doctor aback, "why of course there is a such thing! I have one in my hand right now."
"It's improbable."
"Amy someone was taken." The Doctor spoke to the woman.
"Again? How many does that make this week? 7? Doctor this isn't good." She spoke with a Scottish accent.
"How do you know about Mrs. Hudson's sudden vanishment?" Sherlock questioned. He had never in all his life seen a man quite like this one.
"Sonic screwdriver," Was all the doctor replied with.
"Ridiculous."
"Wait how does he remember her? The light already took her! He should have forgotten." Amy protested.
"I still haven't the faintest clue, who this Mrs. Hudson is," intercepted John who was standing far away from the lot.
"John she was our landlady. God how could you forget?"
Quit fell on the group. The silence was unbearable for the Doctor, but just what Sherlock had been yearning for all day. Nice and quit-
"ALL RIGHTY THEN!" shouted the Doctor causing Sherlock to clench his fists, "we must be off! People to visit, planets to see."
"What do you mean planets!?" John asked incredulously.
"Planets you know Autopia, Alfava Matrixs, Apalapucia, Duchamp 331, House, Earth. You know, all the usual. BYEEE!" and with that the doctor and his companion were gone.