Solar System: A Sherlock and Doctor Who Crossover

Trapped

"I can't believe it," the Doctor scoffed, pacing the small area, maneuvering around the wooden crates, "I can't believe that there is a being that has created Earth, I simply can't believe it."

Sherlock sighed from his perch on the ground. He had flopped to the ground nearly two hours ago, when they had been thrown into the cargo area, but the Doctor refused to stop, pacing around the crates and thinking aloud.

"Doctor, it's no use, you've asked yourself these questions a million times. Face it, you aren't going to find an answer. We might as well sit here and wait for death." Sherlock groaned and threw his head back in exasperation.

The Doctor's mouth dropped open and even his bowtie seemed to droop. "Now, Sherlock, that's no way to think! We'll find a way out! What kind of person would think of dying when there's so much that can be done to prevent it? Who would think of dying when there's so much living to be done? If I were you, I would be thinking of every possible way to get out of this, not of giving up. Get up and help me think of a way out of this!"

Sherlock reluctantly pulled himself to his feet. "If only there were some more of those random swords lying around, those came in handy in the past." he joked, but scanned the ground for one anyway. Sadly, no glint of silver sword could be seen in the dimly lit cargo area.

"Why does this always happen?" the Doctor muttered, pushing against the ceiling as a sad attempt to see if any of the boards were loose.

"What do you mean?" Sherlock asked, examining a vent that looked like it might fit him, if only he could get the cover off...

"Well, I've been on many adventures, with many different people, and we always manage to get into some kind of trouble. Many times I've thought that an adventure of mine might be my last, but it never has."

Sherlock stood up. "Well, if you've managed to escape, how? It might help us get out of this."

The Doctor shook his head. "Most of the time it involves sheer luck, or the help of allies we don't have now. I'm not sure how we're going to get out of this area of the ship, but don't worry, we'll think of something."

The pair continued to search. They lifted crates to see if there was anything underneath, they banged on the ceiling and walls, but they knew it wouldn't work.

The Doctor growled in exasperation. "Wood! Why does this entire ship have to be made of wood? If there was one way of escaping, it would be to find something without wood and sonic our way out..."

Sherlock gasped. He had completely forgotten about the vent! "That's it!" he exclaimed aloud. He dragged the Doctor into the corner of the room that had the metal grate and vent, pointing to it excitedly.

"Sherlock, you're a genius!" the Doctor shouted, giving him a bear hug. He went straight to work, sonicing the grate off of it. As soon as that was done, he turned to Sherlock and began briefing him on what had to be done. "Alright, you know you're the one who has to do this, right? I can't fit through the vent, so it has to be you. Just crawl through the vent until you reach the end, and make sure none of the pirates are around, and run to the TARDIS. When you get into the TARDIS, make sure to pull the blue lever next to the main control buttons. That's the function that will allow the TARDIS to find me, so it'll appear into this room and then we can travel out of here, got it?"

Sherlock nodded and climbed into the vent, squeezing his shoulders in. It was somewhat of a tight fit, but he was glad that he could at least wriggle in. And down he went. He crawled his way through, until finally he burst out into another room underneath the ship, but this one had a trapdoor at the top. Cautiously, he pushed the door open, winching as it creaked, and peeked his head out the top. The coast was clear, and he climbed out and began to tiptoe down the hallway. It was up to him now. He was all alone.

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Author's Note: Hooray, finally an update!  Thanks for reading, this chapter kind of sucked, but hopefully the next one will be slightly less sucky to make up for it.

This story is also in the process of being put on Archive of Our Own, in case you'd prefer to read it there.

Thanks for reading!