Okay, so here's chapter one. Uh, because there's so much dialogue and stuff, we switched it up a bit. I've written all of Sherlock's dialogue and point of view and Emilehh's written The Doctor's. We both wrote Rory where appropriate. There's no fixed point of view any more either. So enjoy :).
The Doctor ran to the door of his TARDIS and pulled it open. He was confused to see that they was still in the middle of deep space.
"Uh, TARDIS... I said let's go! To Sherlock Holmes!" Another beeping started. "What?" The Doctor exclaimed. "That's the siren to say that she's picked someone up... But that's impossible! We're in deep space!"
He ran over to his screen, and looked at the display. There, in his swimming pool (which was still in the library) was someone. A man. Tall, dark haired and skinny. And also wearing nothing but a bedsheet.
"Who on earth is THAT?" The Doctor wondered aloud. He hurried down the corridor to his swimming pool and cautiously entered. "Sorry, but who are you, and what are you doing in my TARDIS?" The Doctor asked.
The man turned around sharply.
"I'm Sherlock Holmes," he replied calmly, "and I was rather hoping you could answer that question for me."
"Oh, you're Sherlock Holmes? 'Unexpected item in bagging area'. I see. Well, as for what you're doing here, I have no idea. Oh, by the way, I'm The Doctor. Before you ask, just The Doctor." He paused for breath. "Why are you only wearing a bedsheet?" He stared in disbelief at the gentleman before him, trying to process in his mind how he got into his TARDIS and- the fact pushing to the front of his mind- why on earth the man was only dressed in a bedsheet.
"I wasn't expecting to leave the flat today," Sherlock replied tersely. "Exactly where am I, Doctor? Who are you? And as for how I got here... well, that should be obvious. You need me."
"You're right, I do. A friend of mine has gone missing. My best friend. I don't know where she is. Thing is, she could be anywhere in space. And time. So, you've got a real job on your hands. Will you help me?"
Very slowly, Sherlock's face cracked into a grin.
"Brilliant. Just... brilliant. Is this an early birthday present?"
"Er- if you want it to be... Look, you're going to need some clothes. Any preference? Or just anything I can find?"
"A suit. Black, with a white shirt. No tie."
"I'll try, won't be a mo."
The Doctor sprinted off to his massive wardrobe. "Black suit, black suit... Ah! Here we are, perfect. Now, for a white shirt. Ah, yes. Good." He gathered said items in his arms as he spoke. "Hang on," he muttered thinking aloud to himself, "Sherlock Holmes? Doesn't he have a deerstalker? I'll grab one of those too. Oh, and black polished shoes. I assume they're his sort." The Doctor went back to the swimming pool. "Sherlock? Here." He tossed the clothes to the detective.
"Ah. Clothes. Excellent." Sherlock began to dress while the Doctor averted his eyes. "You said this woman could be anywhere in space and time. Explain."
"Yeah. Anywhere. You see, Sherlock, I'm a time traveller. Seriously. And she was taken by a mob, from a planet we was visiting. I don't even know if she's in this universe- I've scanned for her so many times. And that's why I've come to you for help."
"A time traveller, eh?" Sherlock pondered, appraising the Doctor. "You puzzle me Doctor. The name, the tall stories, the clothes... You don't exactly scream 'sane man'. And yet I am inclined to believe you. I can see it in your eyes that you believe every word you're saying. You are not lying. Which leaves only madness or truth. And I know true madness."
"I'm not mad. I'm a Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey. It was a beautiful planet, with red grass, which was capped with snow. We travel in time and space, in our TARDISs. TARDIS stands for 'Time And Relative Dimensions In Space'." All of a sudden, he indicated the deerstalker Sherlock was absently clutching. "Aren't you going to put your hat on?"
Sherlock looked down at the hat with a noise of disgust, tossing it aside. It skidded across the tiled floor and fell into the pool. Feeling the Doctor's gaze on him, he looked up to meet the indignant expression on the supposed-time-traveller's face.
"I've never liked deerstalkers," he said curtly.
"But... Deerstalkers are cool! All hats are cool! Look! I have a fez!"
The Doctor pulled out his fez, a replacement for the old one that River shot down. Sherlock looked at him with a mixture of disgust and amusement.
"Yes..." he agreed dubiously. "Anyway. The case..."
"Ah. Yes. The case." The Doctor turned to leave the room and Sherlock followed him into the long corridor outside. "Well, you see, me and Amy were visiting a planet, planet of coffee shops actually. She loves coffee. We were walking back to the TARDIS, and suddenly she was gone. No trace of her. I don't know who took her, or why. She does have enemies, but I thought they were long gone."
"Enemies?"
"Yes. A while ago, she was pregnant and she was taken then. Taken by these people, who wanted her baby to condition it to kill someone. Namely, me. However, Amy's daughter, who is called River Song, ended up falling on love with me instead and we got married."
"So there's one suspect so far. Anyone else? What about you? Anyone who could have taken her to get at you?"
"I'm the last existing Time Lord, and I've crossed a lot of people. I've stopped a lot of invasions, that sort of thing. I can't keep track of everyone who I've stopped mass invading and slaughtering Earth and its inhabitants."
"So you're saying she could have been taken anywhere by anybody? Oh, this is brilliant! Is there a crime scene? Somewhere we might gather some clues?"
"Crime scene? ...Well, not really. I tried to get clues. Nada. Nowt. Nothing."
"Then perhaps her house? Not as telling, but it might do."
"But she was taken. With force. Why would she be taken to her own house?"
"She wouldn't, but there might be some kind of clue as to who took her."
"We might as well I suppose, I have to go and see Amy's husband."
"Husband? Where was he?"
"He was at home at the time. Assuming he's still there, we'll go and inform him that I still haven't found her but not to worry because Sherlock Holmes in on the case. He wanted to help look too, naturally. But I told him to stay at home in case they took him too."
"I see." The Doctor took a sharp left and they emerged on a balcony overlooking a huge, circular room. A giant console sat in the centre. "I assume this must be your ship then."
"Ship? Yes, I suppose you could call it that. Although it's nothing like a ship. But if it helps to think of it like a ship, it's a ship."
"And this is your control room?"
"That would be correct, yes. Although it's nothing like your average control room. But if it helps to think of it like that, it is."
"I'm sure I could understand it either way. How long will it take us to get to this girl's house?"
"In my TARDIS? No time at all," The Doctor scoffed. "Just a sec..." He fiddled with the controls for a moment, then the machine took off. "Okay. We should be here."
Sherlock followed The Doctor out through the doors, taking in the house that stood before him. It looked perfectly ordinary, but he had a feeling there could be a clue hidden somewhere inside. The Doctor's words cut through his thoughts before he had time to think of what that clue could be.
"Ah, Rory's come out to greet us."
"Anything, Doctor?" Rory asked anxiously.
"Rory, I'm sorry. Nothing. However, this man is going to help," The Doctor said, pointing at Sherlock.
"Sherlock Holmes." He ignored Rory's outstretched hand. "Do you have a dog?"
"Uh, no... Why?"
"Dog hairs on your knees. Only two, suggests it isn't your dog. I would guess they're not off a friend or family member's dog since there's so few. The dog wouldn't have been used to you so it would have been all over you. There would be more hairs. Am I correct?"
Rory stared open mouthed at Sherlock, confused. "Um... yes. That sounds just about right."
"Wow," said The Doctor, "almost as good as me. Blimey, Sherlock could give me a run for my money, eh Rory?"
"Fantastic," Sherlock said in monotone. "Can I come inside?" He didn't wait for an answer, striding off down the garden path.
"Don't mind him," The Doctor muttered to Rory. "Terrible show off. He's worse than me. Come on, we'd better follow him. Who knows how much damage he could do without us?"
Sherlock entered the house ahead of the others, immediately noting every mark on the walls and dismissing them all as unrelated. Curiously, he picked up some post off the side, speaking as he rifled through it.
"Before she vanished was she acting suspiciously? Any odd phone calls or mysterious meetings?"
"Not that I know of, no. Nothing really happens here in Leadworth."
"Doctor?" said Sherlock, discarding the letters in a messy heap.
"Not really. She was by my side the whole time. Oh, apart from when she wondered away to ring Rory."
Rory stared at the Doctor. "She didn't phone me. I didn't speak to her all day."
Sherlock clapped his hands together. "Brilliant. So we know she knew about it in advance."
"Wait, how do you know for sure?" Rory asked, a little heatedly. "It might have just been a bad connection. She was on another planet after all. Maybe she just couldn't get through."
"Rory!" exclaimed The Doctor. "Calm down. We'll find her. I promise."
Alright, so there we have it. Reviews are appreciated, as always :).