WhoLock: Travels In Time

Just a quick summary for what this series will be like: Sherlock and John discover the TARDIS when the Doctor offers to take them on as companions (he seems to have misplaced Clara at the moment) so that they can adventure with him in Time and Space. Feedback is always nice. Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock/Doctor Who.

~The Beginning~

John Watson was a smart man. Not a genius, no. That was reserved for his flat mate, Sherlock Holmes. But it could be said he was sensible and understood most situations that many would call bizarre. It was his job as an assistant to a consulting detective. Yet when he returned to his home at 221 B Baker Street, and found Sherlock researching the solar system, his mind went blank.

"W-what… Are you studying the planets? I thought you didn't believe in that 'nonsense.'"

Sherlock spun around in his seat to face John. His dark brows furrowed over his eyes.

"John, do you believe in… aliens?"

John stared back into the eyes of a genius, trying to tell if it was a joke of some kind. He chuckled. When he saw that Sherlock's expression hadn't budged, he grew serious again, and sat down in the chair opposite.

"Jesus, Sherlock, what have you been taking this time?! I hope you're not dealing with that bloke down the street!"

"No, not anymore, he moved to Sweden, but that isn't the point. A...strange man came here today, saying he wanted me to find his friend."

"Mm…hmm. When do the aliens come into this story?"

"Well, come take a look." Sherlock stood up from his seat, grabbed his signature coat, and walked out of the room. John sighed and stared up at the ceiling, but chased after him anyway.

"Honestly Sherlock," he said as he followed his friend down the stairs, "what is going on with you today? You've bloody gone insane!"

Sherlock practically laughed, and mocked, "Oh no, John. I've always been insane. Also, I'm surprised you didn't bump into it on your way here." Reaching the entry way he swung the door open, motioning outside. "Go on. What do you see?"

John stepped out onto Baker Street. There was no one there. Turning slowly to Sherlock he replied, "Nothing?"

"Humans are such blundering idiots," Sherlock scoffed. He strode down the sidewalk for a bit, and paused. He then proceeded to knock the air. However it wasn't air, as it made a noise… a noise like hollow wood.

"Welcome, John…"

John Watson stood, dumbfounded, as a blue telephone box slowly started to appear.

"To the TARDIS."