Hey everyone, just a note from the author! For those of you who don't know what Dragon Who is, I HIGHLY RECOMMEND you check it out, as it is going to be a major part of the story. I will try to update whenever I can, and reviews are always appreciated! Anyway, that's enough from me. Enjoy the story!

"And you're SURE it's safe?" The Doctor smiled lopsidedly as he heard her repeat the question for what seemed like the millionth time.

"Yes Donna, it's fine. I'm right here if you need me." She nodded and took a step toward the console. The Doctor had decided that she might enjoy flying the TARDIS on her own for once, as he was usually the one to do it. They had picked modern-day London as their destination, and were just preparing to take off. He shuffled his claws and craned his long neck over her shoulder. Donna looked over in his direction and jumped when she saw the dragon.

"That," she mumbled."is going to take some getting used to." The Doctor shook his head and chuckled at her remark before sitting upright on his haunches, waiting for her to make her first move. She shook her head before turning back to the controls, wiggling her fingers in the air above the various buttons and levers. She fixed her gaze on a lever before taking a deep breath and pulling it into the downwards position. The TARDIS started shaking, Donna looked to The Doctor for help, and he nodded encouragingly. (As encouragingly as you can as a dragon, of course) She gave him a shaky smile before continuing to fiddle with the controls, her confidence growing with each move she made. He watched her work, knowing that she was fine on her own. He let himself drift off, thinking about when she learned of his true form. She wasn't exactly happy that he'd hidden it from her, but she was getting used to it. He was also having to get used to it again, as he had used his human projection for the most part in his current regeneration. He was snapped back into reality by Donna letting out a panicked shout as the TARDIS shook violently. "Doctor!" He was at her side in an instant, peering closely at the monitor.

"What did you do exactly?" He asked, trying to keep his tone patient. She stepped back from the controls.

"I did everything exactly like we practiced and was about to hit the last button when it went flippin' berserk!" The TARDIS slammed to one side, and Donna slammed into the ground. The Doctor dug his claws into the floor to stay upright, wrapping his tail around one of the pillars for balance. He threw himself back at the controls, growling in a frustrated manner.

"It's like we're getting thrown into an alternate universe!" The TARDIS made a wheezing sound, almost like it was trying its best to land. Donna hauled herself back to her feet, using The Doctor's mane as a way of supporting herself.

"Sorry..." She mumbled. The Doctor turned to her and smiled before going back at the controls.

"This wasn't your fault, just circumstances that's all! The TARDIS probably wants us to be here, though I can't see why..." She nodded, relieved that she hadn't done anything wrong. The Doctor let out a roar of frustration and smacked the console with his tail, "GAHHHHHH, Nothing's working!" In a last-ditch attempt to land the TARDIS, he pushed down a huge button with a talon, and was surprised when it ACTUALLY worked. Donna looked equally as shocked and the two of them shared a stunned look.

"Are we good?" She asked, looking hopeful. The Doctor closely examined the monitor, looking for anything worrying, but found nothing.

"Think so." Donna turned towards the doors,

"Ready?" The Doctor grinned,

"Allons-y!"

Sherlock Holmes was having a boring day. Boring with a capital B. Not one single murder had happened recently, meaning that he had nothing to do. He recounted the morning as he walked.

BANG!

"SHERLOCK!"

BANG! BANG! BANG!

John stormed into Sherlock's study and snatched the revolver out of his hands, throwing it against the wall. "IT'S TWO IN THE FLIPPIN' MORNING!"

"I was aware of that John."

"Then why are you shooting a bloody revolver!?" Sherlock slumped into his chair.

"Bored." John shook his head angrily, and stormed out of the room only to return a second later with the detective's coat.

"You." He threw the coat over his friend's shoulders. "Are going for a walk. RIGHT NOW." Sherlock was a little confused by this, but pulled on the coat anyway.

"Why?"

"WHY!? I'll tell you why! Because you woke everyone up a two in the morning with a revolver!"

"But walks are boring." He insisted. John grabbed his scarf and tossed it to Sherlock before pushing him towards the door.

"Maybe you'll see a break in, and then you can investigate that!" He tied on his scarf and crossed his arms against his chest.

"Fine."

And that was how he found himself going for a walk at two in the morning. He walked down the foggy London streets, his coat flapping at his ankles. He pulled his scarf tighter around his neck, he hadn't expected it to be so cold. Almost nobody else was outside, London was all his. He casually picked an alleyway to turn down, really not caring where he ended up. That's when he heard it, quietly at first but steadily growing louder.

VWORP

VWORP

VWORP

Sherlock looked around, trying to pinpoint the source of the noise. He suddenly saw a blue flash of light coming from further down the alley. He crept toward the light, being careful to tread softly. He rounded the corner and was surprised to see... A phone booth? He squinted at it, a little bit confused by its presence. It was painted a deep blue, and the light atop it was flashing to create the light he had seen from around the corner. He strode closer to it, putting a hand on the painted wood. He walked around it, inspecting it from all sides. It really did appear just to be a phone booth. Nothing more. He had just turned on his heel to leave when all of a sudden...

*click*

Sherlock hastily sprang behind a bin, knowing that sound could only mean someone had opened the box from the inside. He peered over the pile of rubbish and watched the box attentively. A red haired woman casually strode out of it, probably in her late thirties. She was wearing a set of hoop earrings and a brown coat. Her eyes darted around and she did a quick lap around the box before knocking on the door.

"The coast is clear." Sherlock's breath caught in his throat as he beheld the creature that stepped from the box. It was about the size of a horse and it stood on four legs. Brown scales were plastered all over its body with a few rows of light blue ones and a white underbelly. Two large ears stood upright on its head and a rather thick mane ran down its back. It swished its tail and took a few steps closer to the bin where Sherlock was hiding.

"It looks like London!" It remarked, its voice resonating from deep within its chest. "We actually made it to London!" The female laughed,

"Yeah, I guess we did!" The beast started walking past the bin, "Oi, forgetting something?" It looked confused, looking down at itself and examining all its features closely. She face-palmed."Your projection stupid." It barred its teeth in what Sherlock thought was a grin before closing its brown eyes in concentration. It suddenly became fuzzy around the edges, and then disappeared entirely. A man stood in its place with much the same hair.

"Better?" He asked. She nodded, a smile playing on her lips.

"Much." He straightened his tie and held out his arm to her.

"Shall we?" The pair of them linked arms and walked away, leaving Sherlock speechless.

Today just got a lot more interesting...