"D'you think this means something?" John asked his partner, turning around. To John's surprise, Sherlock wasn't there, and standing where he should have been was the same weeping angel statue, in a different position and a different place. Instead of looking as if it was weeping, this time, it had fangs like a vampire, its hands outstretched, its slender fingers nearly touching John's forehead. John fumbled for his phone.
"Sherlock?" he yelled.
"John, are you all right?" Sherlock asked, concerned.
"No, I'm not alright, I'm being confronted by this weeping angel and you're gone."
"I'm coming, quickly. I'm right in front of the house, I'll explain later. Don't blink, John. Don't blink." Sherlock hung up the phone.
John cursed under his breath, his eyes watering as the door was opened and Sherlock rushed in with a tall man with heavy eyebrows. The tall man took out some strange contraption that John could see solely out of the corner of his eye. An image-rather, a hologram- of a weeping angel appeared, looking right at the other one. Slowly, the hologram turned into stone, and John left from behind them.
"Who are you?"
"I'm the Doctor." The self proclaimed Doctor rushed upstairs again, heading into a 1960's blue police box.
"Where are you going?" Sherlock asked the Doctor.
"Back to 1968," the Doctor smiled. "Trying to find Amy and Rory. Not the first time they've run into weeping angels... And getting Clara might be nice, too, she has an interview tomorrow. I guess people like going to those kinds of things." He stepped inside. "Goodbye, Mr. Holmes." The box wheezed and grunted as it disappeared.
A/N: Hope you guys liked that! I had fun writing my first Wholock fic and I hope to write more in the future. Feel free to review, please! Happy Holidays! -Ellie