Fluff & Stuff

Wholock II

John limped out of his office, checking himself out on his way to the exit. He pushed the door open, having slight difficulty with his leg. He successfully made it outside with a sigh and then began to make his way to the curve, where he waved his arm out to call a cabbie. A cabbie instantly pulled up and he sighed in relief. He opened the door and climbed in, closing the door behind him. He was surprised when someone climbed in through the other side of the car and closed the door shut. John looked next to him and found light grayish blue eyes staring back. The woman next to him was pale and had dark curls. Her rosy cheeks were the only thing that let John know she was alive and real. She was wearing a black blazer with a dark blue dress that reached just below the knees. John was surprised to see this mysterious woman was wearing bright red converse. The woman seemed to be analyzing him as well.

"I-I'm sorry. I thought the cabbie was for me."

"So did I. I apologize. Are you in a hurry?" The woman asked and rain started to pour down on the cab.

"Well, not really. Are you?"

"Well, considering this is a life and death situation, I am."

"Mind if I join you?"

"It'll be risky."

"I used to be in the army."

"There's an awful lot of running." She shot a glance at John's cane.

"I'll manage."

"Then I don't mind at all!"

"Oi! You two gonna share a cab or what?" The cabbie said. The woman looked at John as if asking permission and he nodded.

"I believe so!" She laughed and the cabbie only rolled his eyes and pushed down on the gas pedal.

"Take us to the London Eye." She said and turned to John. "So what is your name, fellow cab sharer?" She asked, a grin in place. John cleared his throat.

"My name is John Watson." John responded, extending his hand to the woman, who shook it immediately.

"My name is The Do- I mean Sherlock Holmes." She smiled and John couldn't help but smile back.

"'Pleasure. So, hope you don't mind me asking but, why are we going to the London Eye?" John asked out of curiousness. Sherlock turned to him with an unnoticeable smile.

"Tell me, John. Do you believe in creatures from other planets?" Sherlock asked.

"What, like aliens and such?" John furrowed his eyebrows in thought as Sherlock nodded. "Well, yeah I suppose." John shrugged causing Sherlock to grin.

"Well, John. I suppose you wouldn't mind if I told you we were about to save planet Earth from a species called the Cybermen." Sherlock said and John's eyebrows furrowed deeper.

"I don't understand."

"That's alright! We basically have to run after them, tell them to go home, plant a bomb on their ship if they don't accept the offer and then possibly run away from them as they shoot us with deadly lasers!"

"We can't just kill another species!" John argued angrily and Sherlock's grin widened drastically, it seemed as if she would break her face any second.

"That's the response I was waiting for!" Sherlock grabbed John's hand and pulled him out of the cab, running behind the London Eye. They went down a set of stairs and found themselves with the Cybermen.

"Oh, hello!" Sherlock greeted with a small wave.

"Identify." One Cyberman said. All of them turned to look at us. In total, they were about twenty.

"I'm Sherlock Holmes and this is John Watson." Sherlock introduced John and herself, seeing as John was surprised to see the metal men and his jaw was dropped open.

"Sherlock Holmes is not human." Another Cyberman said.

"Yeah, about that-"

"Sherlock Holmes is not compatible. John Watson is compatible. Sherlock Holmes will be deleted!" The first Cyberman said, raising its arm to shoot. All the others did the same and started repeating "Delete."

Sherlock grabbed John's hand again and ran back up the stairs where they came from, nearly dragging John.

"What are we doing?!" John yelled through all the lasers being fired.

"Right now, I'm working on it!" Sherlock responded, panting.

"I thought you already had planned this out!" John let himself get dragged by Sherlock as he looked back at the Cybermen that were chasing them now.

"Not quite! I've been improvising!" Sherlock laughed and pushed open the door that lead to the roof. On the corner of the roof, there lay a big blue police box. Sherlock pulled John to the box and then snapped her fingers, causing the doors to the police box to open. She pulled John inside, the doors closing behind them. Sherlock let go of his hand once inside, running in circles around the huge console.

"Sherlock...?" John gasped, spinning in place. Sherlock pressed one last button before her attention turned to John with a smile.

"Yes, John?"

"It's.....it's-it's ...bigger on the inside..." John breathed, a huge grin spreading across his face almost instantly. Sherlock stared amusedly at John's reaction and then turned her attention back to the console.

"Is it? Didn't realize." Sherlock smirked when she saw John narrow his eyes at her but continue smiling. John's eyes were filled with wonder and amazement, his eyes wide and his jaw slack.

"Is this your spaceship?" John asked absentmindedly and he stroked the side of the TARDIS. In return he received a low hum from the time machine.

"Why, yes. This is my TARDIS."

"TARDIS?"

"Time and Relative Dimensions in Space. But I prefer to call her Sexy." Sherlock mused and stroked the console as John had been doing, receiving a low hum as well. John chuckled at the name and walked towards the console, following Sherlock as she danced her way around it pressing buttons quickly.

"So, 'Sexy' can travel through time?" John asked, staring at the buttons curiously as they glowed with different colors and made different sounds.

"And space." Sherlock added as she gave John a firm nod.

"Amazing." John smiled and ran his fingers along the line below the buttons.

Sherlock turned to him and smiled as well.