SuperWho Fanfic

John sighed and glanced up from his laptop. The sky was cloudy, as always, and London was bustling with people.

I wish Sherlock would wake up. It's boring without him.

Sherlock had been up late, contemplating their newest case. He had solved it, texted Lestrade, and retired to his room before John had woken up.

I wish he'd let me in. Talk to me about what he thinks.

I wish I could help him more.

Shutting down his computer, John went to stand in front of the window. A bird flitted past the window, then cartwheeled around and slammed headfirst into the window.

"Bloody hell!" he cried out, throwing an arm up instinctually to protect his face. Its neck broken, the bird tumbled to the ground and landed on the sidewalk. Shaken and sad, John turned and cast about for something to do. He was about to finalize his decision to leave when a strange sound brought his attention back to the window. It rose and fell, a mechanical wheezing noise that seemed to come from the sky itself.

He couldn't believe his eyes when a blue box descended from the clouds and landed on the sidewalk outside their flat. All he could do was run to Sherlock's room.

"Sherlock! Sherlock, wake up! A police box just fell from the sky!"

The consulting detective opened one bleary eye and stared at his blogger. "Please try to distinguish dreams from reality, John. And let me sleep." Rolling over to ignore him, Sherlock pulled his sheets up higher and tried to fall back asleep. John went around to the other side.

"Please, Sherlock. Come see, I swear it's there."

Sherlock sat up, irritated, and pulled his sheet around his naked body. "Fine. I'll observe you and your delusions if you'll let me sleep. Now, go so I can get dressed."

John hurried into the living room and checked on the box through the window. It hadn't moved. Shoving his feet into his shoes, the army doctor paced anxiously until Sherlock exited his room. As per usual, he wore his coat and scarf. Not for the first time, John shoved a naughty thought to the back of his mind and led Sherlock outside.

The blue box immediately captured the detective's attention. "When did this get here?"

"I told you," John said. "It literally fell from the sky and landed here. Tell me how that could happen, Sherlock."

"It can't. It's impossible," Sherlock informed him.

"I know that," he responded, "and yet I saw what I saw. Tell me I'm not crazy."

Sherlock raised an eyebrow at him. "You are one of the sanest people I've met, John. I know crazy when I see it."

Suddenly, the door on the box opened inward and a man stuck his head out. "You, my dear Watson," he said with a grin, "are most definitely sane. However, I'm about to change your definition of crazy."