Doctor Who: 221b Chapter 3
221 Baker Street
London, England
October 19, 1886
The Doctor calmly opened the door to the TARDIS and strolled out. Scanning his surroundings, he was surprised to see Victorian Era people walking around. Sherlock and John stumbled out of the TARDIS behind him.
"Where are we?" John asked wearily.
The Doctor cleared his throat. "It appears to be 221b, 130 years ago."
Sherlock didn't say anything. However, Watson ran out behind the TARDIS and vomited. When he came back, the Doctor smirked.
"First time travel is always the roughest, I promise." He said.
"Why, no HOW are we in 1886?" John demanded.
The Doctor turned and patted the blue exterior of the TARDIS. "The ol' girl is a time machine." He said, completely negating his own rule.
"Intriguing. But false." Sherlock said. "It's all a trick."
The Doctor shrugged. "As I said, I wasn't supposed to show you this. Say what you will, but you time traveled."
Sherlock scoffed and walked out into the crowd of passers-by. Grabbing a man in a neat tailored suit, he pulled him back to the TARDIS.
"Tell me, when were you born?" Sherlock demanded of the frightened man.
The man whimpered. "March 12, 1840!" He said.
Sherlock looked from the man to the Doctor. The Doctor crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.
"This isn't a trick, Mr. Holmes." The Doctor said.
The Doctor pointed to a building across the street, it looked just like 221b. But it couldn't be. Two men, one in a brown trench coat and hunting cap, the other in a grey suit and bowler hat stepped out of 221b.
Sherlock looked back at the Doctor. "That is-"
"You great-great-great-great grandfather, Sherlock Holmes. The reason you became an investigator, if I'm not mistaken."
"The man with him?" Sherlock asked.
"For some reason he was erased from the history books but that's Mycroft Lance. The man your brother is named after."
"Oh, Mycroft will be jealous." John said.
"Absolutely not." The Doctor said.
John looked at the Doctor. "Why not?"
"Mycroft Lance was erased from the history books for a reason. Telling anyone in your time about this would cause backlash you couldn't imagine."
A voice called out. "Sherlock Holmes?"
Sherlock turned to answer but saw that the voice was a woman calling to his ancestor. Sherlock felt a tinge of embarrassment briefly.
"Yes, my dear?" Mr. Holmes said.
"I've had strange goings on in my home, would you please look into it?" The woman asked.
Mr. Holmes laughed. "I wouldn't be an investigator if I turned down a case, now would I?"
"You could learn a thing or two." John muttered to Sherlock.
Mr. Holmes and Mr. Lance walked past the trio and the TARDIS. Mr. Holmes looked it over up and down and smiled.
"Are you three gentlemen inventors?" Mr. Holmes asked.
The Doctor stepped forward. "That we are, dear sir! We are on our way to a centennial!" He said cheerfully.
"Oh," Mr. Holmes said. "How delightful, carry on."
Mr. Holmes turned to walk away before coming face to face with Sherlock, John couldn't help but note the resemblance between the two.
"Have we met before, lad?" Mr. Holmes asked.
"No, I believe not." Sherlock replied, trying his best to channel a Victorian dialect.
"My apologies, you look oddly familiar." Mr. Holmes said.
"I've one of those faces." Sherlock said.
Mr. Holmes nodded. "Indeed."
Mr. Holmes and Mr. Lance walked past them down the street. Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief now that they were gone. He looked over at John, who was trying to hold in laughter.
"What is so funny?" Sherlock asked.
"The petrified look on your face when Holmes addressed you."
The Doctor smiled. "You did look like a mummy, trust the man with experience. Now, one reason we are here is to find out why Lance was taken from the history books and I fear our Cyberman friends are involved."
"You think their gonna try and Terminator Sherlock's ancestor?" John asked.
"What?" Sherlock asked.
"The movie? Terminator?" John said.
"Never watched it. James Cameron bores me." Sherlock said.
"A bag full of cats bores you."
The Doctor sighed. "This is going to be fun." He thought to himself.