Solar System: A Sherlock and Doctor Who Crossover

Swords and Blood

Sherlock made it about three feet before getting caught again. He was just scampering out of the air vent and was about to make a mad dash for the TARDIS when something grabbed him by the back of the shirt. He yelped in shock and began thrashing.

"Don't think you can get away from me that easily, I'm everywhere. Even if I'm not near you, I can sense your energy. Don't forget, I created this world, I can force you out of it if I really needed to." the pirate hissed, and the voice sounded less like the pirate's voice and more like the floating ball of light's.

Sherlock stopped squirming for a second as he thought. "Why did you trap us in the bottom of the ship? I mean, if you're powerful enough to create this, you could have just kicked us across the galaxy as soon as we landed here. Why didn't you do that? Also, why haven't you left? What is the point of you staying here if there's a whole universe out there to discover?"

The pirate closed his mouth and a grin spread across Sherlock's face. "You can't, can you? It's taking all of your energy and power just to keep this place up and running, you don't have the power to do anything to me, or the Doctor, and you definitely aren't able to do anything to the TARDIS. You're trapped here, just like we are. Except we're one step ahead of you; we have means of escape."

The pirate growled and pulled his sword out of his belt. Sherlock's entire body involuntarily flinched as he went to shield his face and inner body with his arms, waiting for the slash of the sword, but it didn't come.

The pirate yelped in pain and his sword went skidding across the floor as he dropped it along with Sherlock, who tumbled to the ground. Grabbing the sword from its spot on the wooden planks next to him, he brandished it in front of him threateningly as he looked to see what would have caused the pirate such pain.

"Redbeard!" he cried at the sight of his pet and dropped the sword, throwing his arms open. The dog ran to him, tail wagging and tongue hanging out. "Who's a good boy? You are! Yes, you are!" Sherlock cooed as he made a mental note to feed Redbeard quite a few extra treats.

With a groan, the pirate pulled himself to his feet, wincing as his ankle touched the ground. It had a gaping hole where Redbeard had sunk his teeth, and it didn't look like it would be good to walk on. He was heavily favoring his uninjured leg, and once he steadied himself, he growled and lunged forward, throwing himself at Sherlock. Yelping in shock, Sherlock barely had any time to think. Acting purely on instinct, he grabbed the sword from his feet and threw it out in front of him.

With a sickening squelch, the blade sunk itself into the pirate's shoulder. With a shriek, the pirate grabbed the wounded area and fell down as Sherlock yanked the sword out. Motioning to Redbeard, he ran off down the ship deck towards the TARDIS, feeling better than he had in a long time. He twirled the sword around in his hand, feeling powerful. He had just hurt a man, he could have killed him if he had moved the sword over, but it didn't scare him. He had never felt so alive, he could feel himself do it again, and he wasn't scared of himself, even though he should have been. With a smile on his face, he burst into the TARDIS, Redbeard right at his heels. Remembering the Doctor's orders, he pulled the lever he was supposed to and grabbed hold of Redbeard's collar and the railing by the stairs as the ship took off, finding the Doctor. Finally it stabilized, and Sherlock threw open the doors, causing the Doctor to jump.

The Doctor's face broke out into a beam, and he laughed as he climbed into the TARDIS. "Wonderful!" he exclaimed, "Didn't run into any trouble, did you?" his smile turned into a frown as he noticed the bloody sword lying on the floor. "Sherlock, are you hurt?"

"Oh, no, that blood belongs to one of the pirates," Sherlock said calmly, "Now can you take us out of here?"

The Doctor looked troubled as he put down the sword, but decided to ask questions later. "Alright, let's go, back to your own galaxy!" With the push of a few buttons and a spin of a few of the levers, the TARDIS took off, leaving what had been their prison only minutes earlier.

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I'm updating this at 1 am, because that seems to be the only time I'm actually motivated to write, so if you see any blaring errors, please feel free to inform me.

Hooray, this story is nearing 10,000 words, which is really impressive considering that a little less than a year ago I sat down with the idea of writing a crossover between Doctor Who and Sherlock.  It was originally only going to be like the first three chapters and then an epilogue, but I really liked writing it, so I decided to continue it.

At this point in the story, I could go one of two ways.  I could either add another chapter and an epilogue, and have that be the end of the story, or I could have Sherlock and the Doctor go on yet another adventure.  I'm not sure which one I'm going to do, so stay tuned for that.

As always, thank you for reading!  Sorry this author's note is so long!