DISCLAIMER: Still don't own any of the characters (and yes, OK, Sherlock hasn't been in it so far but just read this chapter OK)
I know I've put up three chapters in, like, 2 days without any reviews or anything but meh. HAVE ANOTHER CHAPTER YAAAAAAY :D
The two doctors walked up to the doors and warily pulled it open to see they had landed what looked like an urban apartment. From the doorway they could see two large windows showing a rainy city street. Between the two windows was a desk covered in papers, clothes and miscellaneous bit of junk. Stepping out of the TARDIS and looking around, the rest of the room was much the same; every surface covered with no noticeable pattern. There was a same corridor coming from the room and a kitchen area also attached covered in science equipment. Their attention was suddenly drawn towards the door as someone walked in and stopped, staring at them. The two parties stood, staring at each other for a moment. The man who had just walked in was carrying a brown shopping bag in his arms and his light brownish hair and leather jacket were soaking from the rain. He stood, dripping, open-mouthed looking at the two ill-matched strangers standing in his apartment for a moment before turning back and yelling down the stairs,
'SHERLOCK!' Shouting came from downstairs and the stairs creaked as someone ran up them. He turned back to Julian and the Doctor.
'Did Mrs Hudson let you in? She's not supposed to let people up when we're not here. And how did you get that box up the stairs?' he asked. Before either of them thought of an answer another man appeared behind the first. He was several inches taller than the first with the collar of his long coat turned up. He stepped past the other man and looked Julian and the Doctor up and down. After a moment he spoke.
'I take it you two aren't here with a case? You obviously barely know each other and neither of you are armed so you can't be from my brother.' He walked up to the TARDIS and put his ear up to it. 'Is this some sort of transport?' he asked, mostly to himself. He looked at the 'Pull to open' sign before ignoring it and pushing the door open. After a moment he frowned at the Doctor. The Doctor stifled a laugh as he walked around the TARDIS and stuck his arm in.
'Sherlock what are you…?' asked the other man but trailed off as he saw into the TARDIS. 'Wha…' Sherlock took his arm out of the door and walked up to the doctors.
'Who are you?' he asked, surprisingly calm considering what had just happened.
'I'm the Doctor'
'No, I'm the doctor here' said the man still standing by the door.
'Yes but I'm the Doctor'
'What do you mean the Doctor? Doctor who?'
'Just The Doctor!' Julian butted in, breaking the argument.
'I'm a doctor too, if anyone was wondering. Doctor Julian Bashir.' There was a moment's pause until the introductions continued.
'John Waston. And he's Sherlock Holmes'
'Sherlock Holmes?' said the Doctor and Julian in sync.
'The Sherlock Holmes?' checked Julian.
'In person' said Sherlock as he pulled off his sodden coat. He ruffled out his sodden mop of curly brown hair. Watson suddenly realised he was still standing in the door and put down the bag he was carrying amongst the test tubes and beakers on the table, pulling off his jacket.
'Oh, TARDIS, what have you done?' whispered the Doctor to himself.
'How are we in the same universe as Sherlock Holmes?' asked Julian, frowning. 'And in fact…' his eyes widened. 'You're The Doctor! How did you get on Deep Space Nine?'
'Are you saying you've jumped between three different universes in a police box?' asked Sherlock.
'You've heard of me?' asked the Doctor to Julian, ignoring Sherlock's question for now.
'Well… a bit. You're a Time Lord. I should've guessed at the second heart. I don't know much about your universe but I know a lot of it exists because of you. And Sherlock Holmes!' he turned towards the curly-haired man. 'The internet's Detective who can tell everything about you before you even open your mouth.' He smiled.
'Sorry, who did you say you were?' asked Sherlock.
'Doctor Julian Bashir. I'm not from either of your universes, you won't have heard of me.' Sherlock quickly checked through his memories but after a few seconds realised there was nothing. Therefore he went back to his original question.
'How did you get here?' he questioned.
'I was in my TARDIS,' the Doctor paused and gestured to the ship. 'That's that, it's a ship that travels in space and time and now it seems universes. I was just cruising through the time vortex and the next thing I knew there was smoke everywhere and I had crashed somewhere, your station it seems,' he said to Julian. 'So Julian ended up in the TARDIS as well and she spun off again and now we're here. I tried flying her out but she won't respond to any of the controls and even if she did I'm not sure there would be enough power to break back through the two universes.' Out of habit, the Doctor reached into his jacket and pulled out his sonic screwdriver, walking around the messy apartment scanning.
'OK, so, why did it land here? Can't we carry it down the stairs and you can fix it somewhere else; we do live here. I mean, no offence but it's not really our problem.' Pointed out John.
'Good, great plan, you're welcome to try and lift it. Just because it's bigger on the inside doesn't mean it's lighter on the outside.' He picked up Sherlock's skull and examined it before grimacing and putting it back.
'Well we can't just have a giant police box in the middle of our living room and can you stop doing that please, what even is that?' he said irritated. The Doctor immediately snapped off his sonic and held it up to look at it. 'Sonic screwdriver. Basically a probe. But I prefer screwdriver and I think it's become your problem. I'm not sure what exactly, but some sort of energy from the engines has created a sort of cloud around this building messing up the molecular integrity. I don't know why or how, but if we try and move the TARDIS, the building comes down with it.'