My first fanfic... ahh this is gonna be hard. The idea was given to me by 2 of my friends, who are Wholockians, and wanted to write a fanfiction including about 11 different fandoms. It's mostly their idea, I'm just writing a story based off of it. No hate please.

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or Sherlock. All credit goes to Steven Moffat.

John Watson sat alone in the cafe, waiting for Sherlock. Looking around, he noticed a cute looking girl sitting at a booth, drinking a cup of coffee. She was on her laptop, taking advantage of the free wifi there. John tilted his head a little, and realized what was on her screen. It was a blog, and the title said "The Personal Blog of Dr. John H. Watson".

"Oh my god," John thought, "she's reading my blog."

He got up, nearly tipping over his tea in the process. He walked over to the booth where the girl was sitting, and attempted to have a conversation.

"Hello... I... Uh... Couldn't help but notice... That you're reading... that blog."

"Is there a problem?"

"No, but... You see, that's my blog."

"Oh! Well I find it quite interesting. You know Sherlock Holmes right? Do you think I could meet him?"

"Uh... Yea... Sure I don't think he'd mind."

"Ok then lets go!"

"Wait. First, what's your name? I'm John Watson."

"Clara Oswald. Nice to meet you."

Clara shut her laptop, slung her bag over her shoulder, and they set off to 221B Baker Street, calling a cab. Just then, the Doctor stepped out of the women's washroom, after defeating an alien taking over bodies of 6 year old girls. Looking around, he couldn't see Clara anywhere in the cafe. He walked outside, wondering where she might be. Just then, he caught a glimpse of her red dress disappearing into a cab. He found the nearest cab, got in, shouting, "FOLLOW THAT CAB!"

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In the cab, Clara and John discussed their adventures, comparing the antics of Sherlock and the Doctor. They arrived at 221B Baker Street, to the sound of a gunshot. Clara started to panic, but John assured her that it was probably Sherlock, most likely bored again.

"Hello, John, dear," greeted Mrs. Hudson, "who might this be?"

"Clara Oswald," replied Clara, "pleasure to meet you."

"I'm Mrs. Hudson, the landlady here. Sherlock and John merely share a flat here. John, show Clara the way, will you?"

John led Clara to the door of his and Sherlock's flat. Opening it, he cringed a bit at the sight of the room. There had to be at least 5 bullet holes in the wall, and everything was in a mess. Papers and books lay scattered on the floor, and all the paintings were askew. Not like they usually weren't anyways. The door of the fridge was open, revealing a few dead rats. On the couch, Sherlock lay, sulking, with a nicotine patch on his arm.

"John," he sneered, "who is this girl you've brought? Not another girlfriend, is she?"

"No, she isn't. This is Clara Oswald, she's a fan of sorts."

"Oh. Please don't start calling me amazing or a genius or any compliment of that sort, I think John has covered them all."

"I HAVE NOT!"

"Touchy. Of course. Why do people have these feelings. It distracts too much from- Someone's here."

The door of their flat burst open, revealing the Doctor, slightly out of breath. He strutted in through the door way, straightening his jacket and adjusting his bow tie.

"Ah, Clara, there you are. We should probably be going, you know."

He put his arm around Clara, steering her towards the exit.

"Who are you?" asked Sherlock, pointing a gun at the Doctor's back, "And why are you in my flat?"

"I'm the Doctor," he replied, with a hint of arrogance.

"Doctor... Who?"

"Ooh, I just love it when people ask that."

"Ok... Well. It doesn't seem like you'll be leaving any time soon."

"Why is that?"

"I have a few questions to ask about you."

Sherlock meets the Doctor~

Sorry it's so short .