New Places, New People: a t.v.verse

A Knock in the Night

"Where is Baker Street," I said as I looked at my mental map of London. "O! There it is!" I thought as I nearly ran passed the turn, huffing from running and my wounds.

"119, 120, ah! 221!" I exclaimed in my head, running through the font door. As I pounded on the door to 221b, and as the rain fell heavily outside, I hoped John and Sherlock were home. I don't remember them having a case, so they should be. I heard voices inside, and John answered the door with a "hello?"

Before he could recognize me in the dark I asked, "Um, could I have a little medical attention?"

"Oh god, get in here you idjiot!" He yelled at me. As I stumbled into his' and Sherlock's living room, I noticed a few people.

"Hey, Cumberbatch, Freeman, Moffat. Hello Doctor, Smith, oh and Hiddleson! Didn't expect you to be here, but then again, I didn't expect to come," said as I stumbled into the room. I felt 7 pairs of eye stare at me with this look of surprise, until Sherlock exclaimed, "What the bloody hell happened to you?!"

"Well, I'm bloody, and I've raised some hell, but I'll explain more later," I replied to him. "Sherlock, get my medical kit!" John yelled to him, and Sherlock instantly jumped into action.

After a few moments of awkward silence, Sherlock poped into the room with John's med kit. As he made me lay down on a (surprisingly) cleaned off table, he asked "Do any of you have some sort of medical sense?"

"Nope" "sorry" "no" "an a" "you know I don't" they all said except Martian Freeman, who said, "I went to med school for a bit, if that helps?" As John was applying layer of gauze to stop the bleeding, he replied with, "yes that helps a lot, thank you."

"Now, kid, what the bloody hell were you doing to make you, y'know, all bloody," the Doctor XI asked me timidly.

"Well," I replied, "I was fighting a demony-alien thingy in the London Eye, and to escape, I jumped into the Thames! Though now that I think about it, *achoo!* that probably wasn't a good idea in this rain."

"Yea think!?" Tom Hiddleson said in my general direction. "You could get hypothermia by doing that in this weather!"

"Martian, help me take her to Sherlock's room," commanded John. "Hey wait why my room?" Sherlock asked as he processed the command. "Because your barely in there, so we might as well put the room to good use," John replied. "Your not a pervert, right Martian?"

"No I'm not, John," Martian countered him with one of those WTF looks.

"Hold on, you idjiots I can walk, how do you think I got here?" I grumbled to them. "Didn't you run here?" Matt Smith asked. "*Achoo!* How could you tell?" I replied.

We, meaning me, John and Martian, hobbled over to Sherlock's room. When we got their, I was placed on a bed, and said in a tired voice, "well, I'm going to pass out now," and I went into the blackness of unconscious.

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So your probably wondering were I am, how am I with BBC's Sherlock characters, Benedict Cumberbatch and Moffat at the same time. Well, you see, I live in the T.V.verse, a parallel dimension to yours, where only actors and actresses and directors can travel, and some other people. The actors and actresses are friends with their character, were directors come to see what happens to the movie's/show's characters. Moffat's just annoying and has found ways to kill characters, yet make them live. He's weird.

Anyway, I'm one of those rare "normal" humans who can travel throughout both dimensions on whim. Though, I prefer to stay in the T.V.verse, I do sometimes visit the "normal" world.

My name is May, and this is my interchangeable storyline, from beginning to, one, of the ends.

Hey guys!! So, I've got this new story I'll try to update on a regular basis, but with school and the snow being annoying as heck, it'll problem never be like that.
Anyway, vote, comment, and I'm almost done with the next chapter so that will be posted soon. Hang in there!
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