"H-how did you know my name?"
The man jumped out onto the sidewalk and straightened his bowtie. He was dressed in black skinny jeans, black shoes, a white shirt with suspenders, and a brown tweed jacket. His brown hair flopped against his forehead as he bounced on the balls of his feet. "I know everybody's name," he said cheerfully. "You're Doctor John Watson, and that's Sherlock Holmes. Have you two-? No, not yet. Alright." He stepped forward and hugged John. "I'm the Doctor, and this is my TARDIS. My ship that takes me through space and time."
Sherlock frowned. This man was hard to read. Certifiably insane, certainly, and touching his John.
Seeing the look on Sherlock's face, the Doctor removed his hands from John's arms. "I'm a Time Lord, an alien with two hearts who can travel through the Time Vortex. You, Mr. Holmes, have aliens in a spaceship over this street."
"Aliens over Baker Street?" John demanded skeptically. "Are you having us on?"
"No! Of course not. And I can prove it. Come on!" He ducked back into his box. John and Sherlock exchanged a look.
The Doctor leaned out of the box again. "Coming?"
Curiously, John stepped up to the door and peeked in.
Oh my god. "Sherlock," he said, grabbing onto the blue wooden frame. "Come here."
Sherlock sighed and joined John at the door. As soon as he saw the interior of the box, he stepped inside with his blogger. They climbed a small set of stairs to a platform. A tall cylinder rose from the centre, circled by an array of controls. The doctor was fiddling with a television screen.
"It's bigger on the inside," John gaped.
"Obviously," Sherlock murmured. "The question is how."
"Oh, that's easy," the Doctor laughed. "Time Lord technology. It's transdimensional. Now Amy! Rory! Come meet our guests."
From a hallway behind the control centre, a red-headed woman and a man came, holding hands and laughing.
"Who's this?" the girl asked. Sherlock noted her Scottish accent and looked the two over. Married. Mostly normal. The man reminded him of John.
A doctor, maybe. Too many doctors. And yet he seems like a warrior.
The ginger came up to Sherlock and stared up into his face. "That's some cheekbones you've got there. What's you're name, then?"
"Sherlock Holmes. And you are…?"
The woman laughed. "Sure. And I'm Queen Elizabeth."
The Doctor winced. "Yeah, no. Completely different woman. Never should have…." He trailed away, distracted by blinking lights on the dashboard.
John smiled at the Scottish girl. "John Watson. And he is Sherlock Holmes."
The man turned to the Doctor. "Are they serious?"
"Ah, yes," the Doctor smiled. "Different universe, sorry. Parallel to ours. He exists, but the books about him don't. Now, don't say anything about that. We don't want to be giving too many spoilers. Oh, yes." He came forward and draped his arms around the pair. "These are my Ponds. Amy and Rory the Roman." Leaning forward, he whispered in Rory's ear, "Just don't say anything stupid, Rory, unless you want your intelligence insulted. Now! We have an infestation to deal with."
