Doctor Who One Shots and Crossovers!

A Blue Box on Baker Street (Doctor Who/Sherlock Crossover Part 2)

The Doctor looked happily at the thoroughly shell-shocked look on the face of the world's greatest detective. People's reactions to his TARDIS were one of the many joys of travelling the universe . But there was no time to lose, so instead of waiting for the classic "It's bigger on the inside!" line, he hurried the men inside and closed the door.

"It...it's bigger on the inside!" Said John, despite the Doctor's haste, at the exact time Sherlock said: "The doors open in the way."

"Why shouldn't they?" The Doctor answered.

Without missing a beat, Sherlock explained his reasoning. "The sign says Pull To Open."

"So why did you push?" The Doctor countered, silently appreciating the exchange. No one, apart from the TARDIS herself, had ever mentioned this to him.

"It was the angle you stood at," the Detective explained, "You would only have stood that way if you were going to push the door open, rather than pull."

The Doctor nodded a 'fair enough' gesture. He wasn't surprised. He knew this man was a genius, that was exactly why he had come to him in particular. 

The Doctor moved to the console, placing his hand on a lever, and leaving Sherlock and John to gaze open mouthed around the TARDIS. 

"Sorry, but this thing is bigger on the inside! How does that work?" John repeated, staring in awe. 

"No time to explain. If you want the simple answer...it just sort of is. If you want the full explanation, you'll need to take at least a 3 year Gallifreyan physics class to even begin to understand how it works." The Doctor replied. 

"What's this?" Asked Sherlock, picking up a small book that was sitting on the console, titled "Melody Malone"

"It's a book...." The Doctor replied, confused. He hadn't expected stupid questions from this man. 

"I can see that," Sherlock responded, "But I've never seen or heard of it before. Where did you get it?"

"I...don't know." The Doctor rubbed his head again, it had been a long few days, even by his standards, and the brain fog was really kicking in. He walked over to the detective, and leaned in to get a closer look. "Melody Malone." He read, and then paused. He did not recognise it, but somehow a tear came to his eye, for reasons he could not understand. Why was he getting teary at a book he had no connections with whatsoever? He wiped it away slowly, before continuing.  "Never heard of it. You get all kinds of stuff in here, it could have come from anywhere." With this dismissal, he turned back to the console, and left Sherlock to leaf through the book. 

John sat heavily down on a chair, sliding a brown jacket along the bars, next to a navy body warmer, so he could lean on them for support. His brain couldn't comprehend what it was seeing, and he felt the overwhelming urge to sit down and perhaps drink a cup of strong tea. Sherlock on the other hand looked perfectly normal, though John was sure he would never hear the end of this miraculous box and its mind bending interior once the puzzle had been solved. 

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The door slammed shut, and Sherlock, John and the Doctor stood in Amy and Rory's porch. The Doctor led them to the living room and sat down on the sofa. Oddly, nothing about the house looked remotely out of place, at least to John. Obviously, Sherlock thought differently, as he moved about the house like a cat on the trail of a particularly pesky mouse.  To the detective's mind, even the smallest, seemingly insignificant details were vital, and he would not stop until he had collected them all and come to a conclusion. In the meantime, John sat opposite the Doctor. 

The Doctor leaned forward, his head in his hands, suddenly overcome with sadness. He wasn't sure what had come over him, but being here again made him feel.....grief, sorrow, and guilt, though he couldn't think why. The tidal wave of emotion built inside him, until it grew to much, and the living room disappeared.