Sherlock Oneshots

Wholock Crossover

This is my first Sherlock thing, so comments are helpful, even if it is just I misspelled something. 

John's POV

I was with Harry when he came. Harry was getting over a hangover and told me I should get back home. I heard an odd noise outside and went to check, both of us knowing I wouldn't come back in. There was a police box in back of the house. I went up and knocked on it, knowing it hadn't been there before. 

"Who is it and what do you want?" A man yelled, coming out from inside the box. "I-I was just curious, I didn't see this before. I'm sorry." I said, backing away. He came out from inside the box. I was straight, but this man was hot enough to make me question that.  He was tall and thin, with black curly hair framing his pale face. His cheekbones were sharp, making him seem mysterious with his long black trench coat with the collar turned up. He had on a purple shirt that was too small for him and black slacks on underneath that. His cupid's bow lips were pink and full. I couldn't help but get lost in the way his curls bounced when he turned his head around. 

"Well are you going to move or just stand there staring at me?" said the man. I was shocked out of my stupor by these words. I quickly moved over, apologizing as I did so. "Wo-would you like some tea?" I said, wanting nothing more than to stare at him forever. "Sure, sorry about that. I was just a bit shocked." As we walked to my favorite tea shop, called 221Baskerville, I asked about him. "I go by the Doctor. I am new here in town and am looking for a..." he seemed to be at a loss for words. "A companion?" I suggested? "Yeah, a companion."

"Well as it happens, I am looking for a companion too. Discuss this over tea?"

"I don't see why not." 

We walked over to the door and grabbed a table. He seemed to stare at me as we did this. I blushed, and sat down. 

I stared off into the distance, wondering about this man. Who was he? 

"Afghanistan or Iraq?"

"What?" 

"You were in a war. Afghanistan or Iraq?"

"Afghanistan, sorry, how did you know?"

"I didn't know, I saw."

As he launched into his explanation, I couldn't help but stare at him. God, this brilliant, beautiful man- wait, no! John, you are straight! Stop it! But this man, he is so amazing.

"That-that was..."

"Hmm?"

"Amazing!!"

"That's not what they usually say."

"What do the usually say?"

"Piss off."

We laughed. "About that thing, you being my companion, why not? I think that would work." I knew this was how horror stories started, but I couldn't help it. "Sure, why not?" "I've already got an, um, place. Why don't you come with me and take a look?" We walked back to over where Harry's place was. I was confused when we stopped by the phone box I had pulled him out of earlier. "Here we are!" "Wha-" I started to say, but was cut off by him pushing me inside. I didn't think we would fit, but...

"How-howisthispossibleitsbiggerontheinsidehowwhat-"

He butted in " It's in another dimension. Don't worry about it." I was confused. "Here, let me show you the best part!" Excitedly, he ran over to a table in the center and hit a few buttons. "Name a year, any year!" "19-no, 1897."

"Hold on!!" He yelled. We started shaking around violently. "What-Where are we going?"

"More accurately, when!"

We stopped shaking and I got out. We were in Victorian London! "This is amazing!' I gasped. "I know, isn't it? Now, come back in. You can't exactly go out looking like that." I looked down at my clothes. I was wearing a comfy sweater and jeans. I ran back inside and got changed. "Now then, would you like to explore?" 

"God yes."

And that is how I met the Doctor, and fell in love for the first time.