A Study in Blue

Lounging around the TARDIS was how the Doctor spent his time now-a-days. With no companion keeping him busy, the Doctor was subject to extreme boredom. You would think that with all of time and space to entertain you, boredom is impossible. Well, it just wasn't the same without someone to be amazed by it all. Might as well stop in London. He thought. Hopping up from his chair he jumped around the TARDIS console hitting buttons and pulling levers, happy for something to finally do.

As the TARDIS landed, the Doctor smiled at the familiar sound of the universe. Running out the door he grabbed his brown trench coat and pulled open the door. Poking his head out he saw that the TARDIS had landed in a dark alley. Pulling on his coat, he ran out to see exactly where he was, but didn't get far. On coming out of the alley he ran head on into a very surprised John Watson.

"Terribly sorry, got a bit excited there. I'm the Doctor by the way." The Doctor said. With a smile he held out his hand.

"John Watson." He said, shaking the Doctor's outstretched hand timidly.

"Oh like in the books?" Asked the Doctor with a smile.

"What books?" If John hadn't been confused before by this strange man already, he definitely was now.

"You know, Sherlock Holmes, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, it's a classic!"

"Well I'm not sure who Sir Arthur Conan Doyle is, but Sherlock is my flat mate. You must be refering to my blog."

"Sherlock, is here? What year is it?" It was his turn to be confused now. Perhaps the TARDIS had gotten the time wrong again. But he did mention a blog. There wern't blogs in the 18th century, right?

"Where have you been living? It's 2012. What does that have to do with Sherlock being here?"

Completely ignoring John's questions, the Doctor turned and ran off saying, "I'll be seeing you Dr. Watson!" John confirmed that this man was mad and had no idea what he was talking about. Dismissing him from his thoughts, he went off to get what he origanaly set out for. Milk.