I do not own Sherlock or Doctor Who
Will you shut up? I thought to myself. There was loud girl fighting with a loud man in the other room. No. Not fighting. Thier flirting.
"I was right, wasn't I? " The girl said, a slight smile in her voice.
"You may or may not be right, but I can not tell you." The man said.
"Come on! Doctor!" She begged.
"That would be useing my power as a time travel-OOF!" He said loudly as something hit him. I finally stood up, shakily, and made my way through the unfamiliar rooms. I followed thier voices until I was in a large room that looked like the main console room of a space ship.
There was a tall man in a pinstripe coat with short brunette hair that flipped up in the front. He was leaning back in a chair with his arms across his chest and his feet propped up on the console. He smiled at the blonde who was leaning on some rails nearby, smiling the most glorious smile I had ever seen. She had a black leather jacket on and buttoned up with a fur collar laying on her shoulders. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail
"Where am I?" I asked bluntly, closing one eyes and rubbing my head.
"Doctor! Was I right?" I asked loudly as I picked up something else to throw at him. He started laughing and spun a lever in front of him to steer the Tardis.
"Where am I?" Came a deep voice from the hallway. I turned and smiled at Sherlock. He was standing there, groggily. His shirt was falling loosly off one shoulder, his injured and wrapped one. The Doctor stood up and walked over to him.
"Ah, Sherlock! You're up!" He smiled as he aproached Sherlock. Sherlock glanced sideways at him, uncertain of his intent.
"Who are you?" He asked. He stood a good head higher than the Doctor.
" I'm The Doctor, She is Rose Tyler. You were injured so I had to bring you back here." The Doctor explained.
Sorry if the chapters are a little confusing.