His hands shaking and mind wandering, John struggled with great difficulty to fit the key into the lock. At last, the lock clicked and he burst through the heavy front door. “Sherlock” he called as he struggled up the stairs. “Look I know you’re awake, the lights are on”, he looked up and stopped where he stood, dropping everything he was holding to the floor as if it were a reflex he could not control.
“Oh Jesus Christ Sherlock.”
He looked around in an attempt to meet his friend’s gaze, which failed as Sherlock continued to sit on the chair where he was left with his eyes closed and hands supporting his chin.
A blue glow came from the corner, lighting up his figure gently.
He looked cold.
“Sherlock, what the hell happened in here!” John exploded.
Sherlock stood up swiftly and started to move about in a relaxed fashion, despite walking barefooted on a floor scattered with fragments of the broken windows.
“Oh nothing to worry about John, this was actually... only to be expected, don’t you think?” said he in a monotonous drone, his voice separating syllables with sarcasm.
John stared in horror at Sherlock, mouth hanging open. He was hardly recognisable, with his face cut and black hair a mess. Starting to pick his way through the shards of glass. Despite feeling weak at the knees with shock, he managed to speak. "Please, Sherlock. What have you done?”
Sherlock looked him in the eye with such lustre and brilliance that John was rather taken aback and stopped advancing towards him altogether. “I’ve got a case, John!” his voice throbbed with excitement, and his face was a picture of true elation, like a child’s on Christmas day. “An actual case!”
John’s eyes shifted momentarily to the large body of blue that was stationed rather awkwardly in front of the TV.
“What...is that, Sherlock?” His voice threatening to crack.
Sherlock, still looking directly at John, replied. “It is in fact, as you can see John, a police box.”
The beginnings of a smile formed at his lips.
John turned to him and met his wide, frantic eyes. “Yes, well, I can see that. But the question is, what the hell is it doing in our living room!”.
Sherlock fixed his eyes just above John's, his expression neturalsing in an instant. “It flew in through the window.”
“It flew in. Through the window."
"Yes" Sherlock replied instantly, softening his gaze almost instentaneously and meeting John's disbelieving glare, chin held high with self accomplishment.
"Oh and I suppose Harry Potter has appeared in the chimney and is now drinking Butterbeer in the kitchen!" John retorted with a considerable amount of arm flailing.
Sherlock's eyes darted away, and moved back to wondering on John's forehead. Shrivelling up his nose, bitterness crawling on his tounge.
“I see you don't believe me. Of course, what would I expect”.
John half screamed, “Really Sherlock!” causing Sherlock to tare his eyes away from him and look at his own bare feet, toes scrunched in angst, jaw clenched.
“Oh, hello! Sorry, am I interrupting?”
Both John and Sherlock turned simultaneously. A look of horror and alarm flashed across John's face whilst Sherlock; a picture of painful fractiousness, began his slow advance towards the curious looking man.
“Sorry, I tend to do this a lot, don't mean to, it just seems to sort of – happen” the peculiar man continued, eyes flicking from John to his more considerably imposing companion. “Honestly, didn't mean to butt in, I can go if you like” he blurted out, pointing back over his shoulder. He sank back towards the walls of the blue box in an attempt to retreat from the tall man's domineering presence.
“Who are you?”. Sherlock picked slowly at each word, emphasising his authority, causing the poor man's eyes to widen and colour go from his cheeks. Stepping closer, closing the gap between them to just a few centimetres he inquired again, softer and more welcoming this time. “What is your name?”
The man spoke softly, but with an unexpected dose of charisma.
“I'm The Doctor”
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A Skeleton in the Closet
Fanfiction"Who the hell are you?" John said in a daze. "Uhm you know what, that's.. that's fine isn't it?" the lanky man muttered, shaking his head vigorously. John looked over at his friend, "Sh.. Sherlock? Can somebody please tell me what a big blue poli...
