Sorry to those who wanted Sherlock to be the Doctor but I just couldn't do the story without 11 or Amy or Rory. Besides there's a bit of a twist involving them. Enjoy with reviews welcome!
It being rush hour in London it is easy to ignore and forget strange things happening. These people just wanted to get home for dinner to see their family. So it was pretty easy for them to ignore the strange mechanical whirring noise and the appearance of a big blue police box that soon followed, landing just inside the entrance of a small alleyway. No one even saw a bizarre looking man wearing a tweed jacket and a bow tie step out.
"Doctor!" Amy soon appeared through the doors followed by Rory, both looking very confused and annoyed.
"Why in the name of sanity did you think that London was a good place to go? I've been to London 10 times!"
"I was going to take you to here in October!" said Rory sounding offended. Amy rolled her eyes at her husband and wandered forward following the Doctor who had long disappeared into the crowd. They soon saw him talking to a taxi driver holding out his hand. They couldn't hear anything but the driver didn't look like he was being polite. He got into his cab and drove off, the Doctor waving cheerily at him.
"London; the capital of Britain's manners," Rory muttered sarcastically. The Doctor walked back over to them.
"You humans can be so rude," the Doctor mumbled, his dark green eyes darting left and right searchingly.
"Doctor," Amy said quietly, "Seriously, why are we here?"
The Doctor started fidgeting with his tie refusing to look straight at Amy or Rory and sighed.
"That light you saw in the TARDIS was not supposed to alert. It was supposed to stay as it is until he…"
"What?" Rory caught the Doctor who had stopped dead looking like a small child who had just let out a secret.
"You're not looking for something Doctor," Amy joined in, "You're looking for someone."
"Look we just need to get to 221B Baker Street and I'll explain –"
But as the Doctor turned around he crashed head-first into someone else knocking into Amy and Rory and sprawling them out on the pavement.
"Oi, watch where you're going idiot!"
The Doctor peered up and saw a short-ish middle-aged man with grey-blonde hair glaring at him.
"Perfectly fine," Rory wheezed after having nearly all of the air knocked out of him as he helped Amy up.
"Hey Doctor, we're here; Baker Street, 221," the Doctor faced Amy who pointed up to a tall grand-ish black and white house only a few feet from them. They stood there staring for a second before the Doctor ran off in the direction of the man he had walked into.
"Why does he keep on doing that?" Rory asked Amy tiredly.
"Excuse me," the Doctor tapped the man on the shoulder.
"What is it now?" he snapped back glaring at the Doctor, looking him over particularly at his bow tie. Amy stifled a laugh.
"Do you know who lives in that house; 221B?" Rory asked him curiously. The man turned to glare at him.
"Yes, I live there with my flatmate."
"Who is your flatmate?" The Doctor asked him seriously. It was something in the Doctor's voice that caught the stranger's attention.
"He's called Sherlock Holmes," he said slowly. The Doctor looked slightly faint his eyes glazing over slightly.
"As I thought," he whispered, soon focusing again on the stranger, "Where is he? I need to know now."
"I don't know you're not the only ones trying to find him! He was just acting a bit weird…well, weird for him, about this watch I saw on his desk."
The Doctor let out a small groan. The stranger looked at him closer.
"Wait…how do you know him?"
"It doesn't matter right now; all we need to think about is finding him. And it seems that we're on the same page," the Doctor smiled trustingly, holding out his hand, "I'm the Doctor, this is Amy Pond and Rory Williams."
"It's Watson," the stranger shook his hand firmly. Something about this man made him think…no…know that he could find out what the hell was going on finally, "John Watson."
Thanks for reading and constructive criticism is welcome!