The Doctor

23

"221B Baker Street? Why are we going there?" I asked.
"Some old friends live there, they might be able to help us. Anyways, the TARDIS got a bit damaged, she needs to fix herself, and we need somewhere to stay." He replied, guiding me through the streets. After about half an hour, he stopped us in front of a door. It was black with the numbers "221" placed above a knocker that was crooked. I heard the Doctor take a deep breath before knocking on the door. Suddenly someone spoke on the other side.
"One moment!" I raised my eyebrow at the Doctor. An old woman? The door cracked open revealing the lady.
"Hello- oh! Doctor Smith! Come in! Who have you got with you?" She smiled and hugged the Doctor.
"Hello, Mrs. Hudson, this is Hana." He grinned happily and stepped back after hugging her, bumping into my arm. I cried out and he spun around, his eyes apologetic. Mrs. Hudson's eyes widened when she saw the way I was holding my arm.
"Oh dear. The boys are upstairs." She led us up the stairs, opening the door at the top and letting us in.
"Sherlock..." A tall man with dark curly hair spun around, and glanced at us at us. He was wearing a dark purple shirt and a pair of black trousers. Quickly, he stepped across the room and shut the door behind the lady who was descending the stairs again.
"I'll be downstairs if you need me!" She called. A smaller man with sand colored hair was sitting in a chair with his back to the kitchen, his mouth open slightly as he stared at the Doctor. He was wearing a cable-knit jumper with a pair of jeans. Suddenly, the dark haired man spoke.
"John. Dislocated shoulder." He turned abruptly and walked into the kitchen, the Doctor following. John stood and walked over to me.
"Is he always like that? A bit rude?" I asked him. John nodded.
"Sherlock? Yeah, you should try living with him. Can I see your shoulder?" I agreed and listened to Sherlock and the Doctor whispering in the kitchen.
"Okay, I'm going to relocate your shoulder. Sherlock!" The man silently appeared and stood behind John's shoulder. I stifled a laugh as I realized he didn't know Sherlock was there.
"Sher- God!" John had turned to call again and jumped when he noticed Sherlock, causing him to smirk.
"Hold her arm steady." The Doctor stood off to the side, watching anxiously as they popped my shoulder back into place. As soon as I felt the pop, Sherlock let go and stepped back. I tested it and was swept into a hug by the Doctor. After a few minutes, someone cleared their throat.
"If you've had enough sentiment, Doctor, we have a case." Sherlock pulled on a long coat and a navy blue scarf and descended the staircase. John sighed.
"It was good to see you again Doctor-" Sherlock cut him off by calling up the stairs.
"John! They're staying here tonight!" I laughed when John rolled his eyes. He went downstairs and motioned for us to follow. We all piled into a cab that was waiting for us. Sherlock gave the cabbie an address and we sat in silence for a few minutes before I spoke.
"Sherlock, how did you know we were staying?" The Doctor and John both groaned but, Sherlock just gave a small smile as he stared out the window.
"Well, Hana, first of all I noticed several small tears in both you and the Doctor's clothing. Judging from the scrapes visible from them, you had been in some sort of accident. There is a light imprint of the grating from the floor of the TARDIS on your arms, so obviously you've been in some sort of crash in it. Secondly, the Doctor wouldn't be in a cab if he could be traveling in his TARDIS, meaning it's damaged to the point where it needs to repair itself, locking you out. I assume you're staying at the flat since we are the only people you know in this universe."(A/N sorry I really suck at writing deductions) I stared in shock.
"That...was... Amazing. But, you messed up one thing." He glared at me, confused. "The TARDIS. 'It' is a she."

A/N well, that was kinda long wasn't it? Oh well. :p