"Sherlock?" John said, almost whispering. Sherlock replied with just a small mhm still staring at the object in his hand.
"You've been staring at that skull for at least an hour now. Why is it so special? Who gave it to you?" John said slightly louder. He was getting impatient because this was the 3rd time he asked.
"It's from a man I met as a child..he told me to keep it until the time was right. He never told me what to do with it so I've kept it since I was 9." Sherlock said with a fond look on his face.
"He lived in a blue police box" John said sitting by Sherlock.
"How did you-"
"I met him when I was 12.. he came to my doorstep and told me to look after this." As he said this, John reached in his pocket and pulled out a golden bow tie with the name doctor sewed into the fabric.
"The Doctor..." they both said in unison.
At that moment they heard a sound that was all too familiar... The Tardis.
Confusion and joy spread across their faces as they ran down the stairs and out the door.
They watched as the Blue Box came into view and a man wearing a bow tie and oddly large ears stepped out.
"Hello boys! All grown up I see. Now do you have what I need?" The Baker Street boys recognised him immediately. The 11th Doctor. The doctor that visited them both so many years ago.
John handed over the bow tie and Sherlock handed over the skull. Still shocked. The man that they saw as children hasn't aged a day.
The Doctor spun around and began walking back to the Tardis. He yelled behind to Sherlock and John, "Come on we don't have all day!"
The boys looked at each other, smiled and then ran to the Tardis. They were already full of adrenaline so they didn't realise that the box was bigger on the inside.
"Ready..1..2..3" the Doctor began.
"GERONIMO" the three of them yelled in unison as they took flight.
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