Sherlock and John, the Doctor's Companions

A New Weirdo

*CHANGING THE STYLE OF WRITING TO JOHN’S POV!*

“It’s just a box,” I point out.

“Not just a box though,” Sherlock circles it. “These haven’t been on the streets for years John. Lots of years.”

I look around awkwardly.

“Sherlock, fine, it hasn’t been around, but hey, someone could have just put it here.”

“Randomly on the streets? I doubt it.”

I watch as Sherlock attempts the push it open. I’m about to point out that whoever owns it would have locked it when the door swings open.

Out marches a man dressed in a long brown trench coat with a strange hairstyle. He walks right into Sherlock’s face.

“You by any chance wouldn’t be named Alonso would you?” the man asks cheerfully. I raise my eyebrows at Sherlock who’s taken an unsure step back.

“No I’m not,” Sherlock clears his throat. “Sherlock Holmes.”

“Oh that’s a shame,” the man frowns but shakes Sherlock’s hand. “What about you?” he nods his head towards me.

“John Watson,” I shake his hand.

“Well nice to meet you Sherlock and John.”

He goes to leave, but of course, Sherlock being the man he is, stops him.

“Is that box yours?” he asks.

“Yes it is.”

“They haven’t been around for years though.”

“Quite right.”

The man marches of down the street and Sherlock gestures me to follow. Shaking my head, I tag along.

“Where did you get one and how did you get it here?” Sherlock questions the poor guy. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem bothered.

“I’ve had it for ages. Years.”

“And you got it there how?”

“It just landed there.”

I realise Sherlock’s going to keep throwing questions at him, so I step in.

“And what’s your name? Sorry, we should have asked.”

“Quite alright. I’m the Doctor.”

Sherlock and I glance at each other why eyebrows raised.

“Doctor…?” I urge when he doesn’t say anything.

“Just the Doctor. Are you natives here by any chance? Can you show me to a good French dinner? ”