A/N: Hey guys! I got this chapter written a bit early, and I felt I owed it to you guys to put it up ASAP. It's just filler, sorry, but the next chapter will be very action-y I promise! Hope you enjoy, and the next chapter will probably be up within a week or so.
P.S. APPARENTLY, I have to specify that I don't own either Sherlock or Doctor Who, despite the fact that if I did, this crossover would be on TV, not on my laptop, and the party would be bigger by two hunters. xD
Chapter 8 (No longer Sherlock's POV)
When the Doctor returned, he looked at the two men, and then sighed.
"Poor kid." he said, and John nodded. He had only foggy guesses as to what was going on, but surely Sherlock had figured it all out already, that's what he did.
"Sherlock, do you have any idea-"
"Mostly, John. It seems that this 'Bad Doctor' is holding this boy and multiple others hostage, complete families only, taken from various places around the... universe. It is most likely that they are not all human, but it seems that the vast majority of them are. This 'holding place' is exactly that- a place to keep the people while this 'Bad Doctor' does his work, which seems to be using the people as a source of energy, possibly for his own uses, more likely for black market sale."
The Doctor frowned.
"That's against the shadow proclamation. Section C, subcategory R. Complete appropriation of life force for profitable uses is not allowed." He recited.
"Shadow proclamation?" John asked.
"Think of it as the Universe's Federal Laws." The doctor said. He looked back in the direction where Charlie was sleeping.
"He said that they were moving, the people... if they had a good setup, why would they do that? It doesn't make sense..." John mused.
Sherlock shot a small smile at John- already asking the right questions.
"Maybe they know we're here, and are evacuating. You probably have a pretty sizable reputation, Doctor, and your ship isn't exactly inconspicuous." Sherlock pointed out. The Doctor nodded.
Suddenly, Charlie's voice filtered over the intercom. "Doctor? I'm...uh... I'm a bit lost... where are you?"
The Doctor frowned, looking up. "How are you over the intercom? I thought you could only control it from here..." The TARDIS made a low humming sound, and the Doctor smiled. "Oh, you clever girl!" Sherlock frowned, rolling his eyes. The Doctor noticed and glared at him.
"What? I'm not allowed to talk to her?"
Sherlock huffed. "No, there's no set rule against talking to inanimate objects-"
The TARDIS rumbled angrily, and the Doctor put a placating hand on the console. "Shh, it's okay, he doesn't mean it, girl! He's just stupid about this sort of thing... it's okay." He spoke to the ship in low tones. He glared at Sherlock again.
"She's not inanimate! She's alive! So watch what you say."
John frowned. "Really?"
"Of course!"
There was an awkward silence, in which John began to wonder if the Doctor was barmy after all, and Sherlock looked closer around the interior of the ship, deducing again.
"Well, that's… interesting." John said slowly.
"Doctor?" Charlie's voice came over the intercom again.
"Yeah, hold on just a sec, Charlie, I'll find you." The Doctor called, and pointed to John and Sherlock. "You two, stay here, okay? I'll be right back." He gave one last glance at the console, and then left down a passage, presumably to find Charlie.
While the Doctor was out, John and Sherlock glanced at each other. John sighed, and Sherlock grinned. This was the most interesting thing to happen… well, ever, probably.
No, scratch that. There was one thing that happened to him that was more interesting than this, not that he would ever say what it was. Suffice it enough to say that the interesting thing came into his life quietly, with a limp, a cane, and an offered phone.
Just then the Doctor came back into the room, leading Charlie by the hand and breaking Sherlock out of his thoughts.
"Well, so much for getting some sleep." John said to Charlie, raising his eyebrows in an I-know-what-you're-up-to kind of way. Charlie hid a grin, and then tugged on the Doctor's sleeve.
"Doctor, we have to save them. They're going to take them off-planet soon, and, they'll go without me, and, and… I'll never… I'll never see them again!" Panic clouded his eyes, and his voice hitched, sounding dangerously close to crying.
"Yes, of course we're going to save them, don't worry. We just wanted you to stay here so that you don't get hurt." the Doctor reassured him. Charlie shook his head.
"No, I have to come. You don't know the layout of the holding place!"
"I thought you said they weren't in the holding place, that they'd been moved." John broke in. Charlie looked at the floor.
"Well, yeah, but… It's my family!" He glared at all of them, stomping his foot.
"I'm coming, and you can't stop me!" John grinned slightly, amused and impressed by the boy's fire, but the Doctor only got down on one knee so he was eye to eye with Charlie, looking at him gravely.
"This is going to be very dangerous."
Charlie nodded vigorously.
"There will be lots of running, and probably lots of fighting."
"I'm strong!" he insisted, hope in his eyes. The Doctor hesitated, then dropped the bomb.
"We may have to face the Bad Doctor."
Charlie bit his lip, and looked at the ground, then brought the sharp rock out of his pocket, gripping it with white knuckles. He looked back up at the Doctor with grim determination.
"Good."
A/N: I hope you guys liked it, sorry again that's it's filler (and not even very good filler) but as previously stated, the next chapter will definitely be worth reading, so stay tuned! Please review, and thanks again to you all!
