The Unexpected Meeting of Two Geniuses

Chapter 1: Introduction

First off I want to say that I'm really excited to write this and I really hope you guys will be enjoy it.

Secondly, forgive me if I make a few minor mistakes or if I don't quite have the true nature of one of the characters. I'm not Steven Moffat or Mark Gatiss.

Thirdly, I do no take any credit for the charactors. They all belong to BBC and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Fourthly, this will contain my otps johnlock and tenxrose.

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-H

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Chapter One: Introduction

There were three things that woke John Watson up, each one being a bullet fired into the wall by his irregular flatmate - four things then, actually - Sherlock Holmes.

When John awakened from his sleep, he mumbled in anger, knowing the sound of gun shots well. It happened quite often, as it only happened when Sherlock was bored and it wasn't hard for him to become so as the world is stale without a crime to solve. John supposed he really should take the gun away and hide it, but Sherlock always seemed to find it. It was a unique and annoying habit of his flatmate, shooting the walls, but John tolerated it anyways. Even though Sherlock knew it annoyed John and upset Mrs. Hudson, he continued to add bullet holes into one of the walls of their flat.

John had reluctantly uncovered himself from the warmth of his satin sheets and sat himself upright. John then opened his eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the light and scratched the back of his head.

Two more bullets piercing into the wall could be heard and John knew Sherlock was obviously trying to get ahold of his attention. He mumbled again, (words that must never be repeated) and slipped on his slippers, wrapping himself in his striped robe before making his way downstairs to the living room where his flatmate was sure to be.

"Could you just ever let me get some sleep?" John stared at Sherlock, resembling a parent who was about to scold their child, whom was mumbling about how the wall deserved it. "I just want to wake up one day, one bloody day that doesn't involve you shooting the wall or you setting off the smoke alarms from some experiment! Is that too much to ask?" John asked, sounding defeated but Sherlock didn't bother to listen.

"I'm bored, John. Call Lestrade. Something. I'm getting rather bored." Sherlock prepared to shoot the wall again but John quickly snatched it from his grasp, who was growling about how he had never imagined he would live with a flatmate who was stupid enough to play around with a gun for god sake.

"I've only been awake for 3 minutes and you haven't failed once to make everything about yourself. Listen, no more shooting and you can call Greg yourself, Sherlock." John rolled his eyes, putting the gun on safety and keeping it away from Sherlock's grasp as he prepared himself a cup of tea. Hopefully it would give him the strength not to strangle his flatmate.

Sherlock sighed deeply and decided to sit in the black leather chair, the one Sherlock claimed his. Well, it was always Sherlock's. The chair across from Sherlock's John had claimed as his, well he had never claimed it technically. They just both had accepted the fact that it was John's now, which was pleasing to them both. John's arm chair was a deep red with a little Union Jack toss pillow, settled in just the right position and the way John liked it.

"Sherlock, are you listening to me?" John asked, still annoyed from being awoken in the fashion he had been.

"Mhmm." Sherlock replied in a noncommittal way. John sighed quietly, trying to regain his patience for Sherlock. John was used to this - Sherlock being moody, but it still tried his patience as much as he was fond of him.

"Anyways, I'm going to head to the market. We are out of food. I'll be back later." John informed Sherlock, sounding and feeling much more calm. He looked down at his tea, maybe the tea did work.

"Can I go?" Sherlock asked, causing John's gaze to lift from his tea and back to the detective.

"What?" John blinked a few times, caught of guard. "Yeah, okay. Sure."

Sherlock managed his best smile. As much as he didn't enjoy shopping, he had nothing better to do. No cases or murders. Nothing, it was a disappointment.

"Let me change and then we'll head off." John said, smiling and heading up the stairs to his bedroom, changing into one of his jumpers.

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They headed out the front door not fifteen minutes later.

"Sherlock, what happened?" John asked, eyes widening as he looked at their surroundings.

"I don't know." Sherlock, following John's lead and looking around quizzically.

"What do you think it means?" John asked, confused. "Could be something representing a gang. Maybe a code of some sort?" He narrowed his eyes, studying the two words.

"Excuse me Miss, do you know about these words?" John asked a random woman passing by.

She looked at him with confusion and concern, not giving him an answer. "That was helpful.." John mumbled.

John asked another stranger walking by. "I don't know what you're talking about, mate." The boy hurried along, not knowing what John was going on about.

"Bad Wolf...hmm." Sherlock muttered to himself.

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Rose and The Doctor hit the grated floor of the spaceship with a thud, and laughing over took both of them. "Maybe you should teach me how to fly the TARDIS. I may be a better pilot. How many landin's have we had where we are tossed around?" Rose giggled. The Doctor quickly got himself up and headed towards her. He extended his arm, reaching his hand out to her.

"Maybe I'll teach you. When you are ready my young pupil." He pulled her up softly, chuckling.

"Call me that again and you'll regret it." She playfully smacked his arm.

"I wouldn't dare." He raised his hands, feigning innocence while grinning.

"Where'd we land?" Rose asked, looking towards the monitor.

"Modern day central London. Your mother made me promise to have you visit her every so often." He explained.

"Oh. Well, let's head out then, ya?" She smiled.

"Yeah, let's go see Jackie." The Doctor groaned.

That earned him another swat on the shoulder.

They opened the TARDIS doors with a creak of protest. "Doctor.." Rose began, slightly alarmed but travelling with the Doctor always had her on some level of alertness.

"I know." He said, blinking and taking their surrounding in, just as surprised as she was.

"Why?" The question slipped from her mouth.

"I don't know." His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, digesting this situation much quicker than she was.

"I must be tryin' to tell myself something? That's what I did the last time. It's a message but I don't know why this time," Rose paused, "The only difference is that it's every where. Like a trail."

"Shall we follow it?" The Doctor asked, trying not to show that he was grateful for a distraction from visiting Jackie.

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