When Fandoms Collide

Superwhovengerlock

“Sherlock, is that you?” John was standing in the bathroom, shaving.

“Was what me, John?”

“That noise.”

“I hear nothing.”

“Well, it's definitely something.” he poked his head out, half-shaven. “You sure you don't hear that?”

“I'm perfectly sure, John.” Sherlock was sitting on the couch in his thinking position, hands together as if in prayer, pressing against his mouth. “Now be quiet, I'm thinking.”

Rolling his eyes, John looked back in the mirror, bringing the razor to his right chin. He sighed, setting it down. “You really can't hear that?”

“For the last time, John, I-” he stopped talking, tilting his head. “Wait.”

“Ah, see, you dohear it.”

“I hear it now, since you interrupted my thinking.” he opened his eyes. “Sounds like a key being dragged on piano strings.”

“How could you possibly know that?” John shook his head, finishing shaving. “That's utterly mad.”

“You're right.” he listened again. “Backwards. They recorded it and played it backwards.”

“Now you're making stuff up.”

“Have I made stuff up before, John?”

He paused. “Well, no.”

“Then what makes you think I am now?” he turned his head, looking at him.

“It's just nonsense.” he laughed, shrugging. “Nobody would ever do such a thing, let alone know what it sounds like.” He walked over to the window, chuckling. “I mean, you'd have to be mad to-” he pulled the curtain back and stopped. “Sherlock…”

He sighed.”What, John?”

“What do you know about police boxes?”

“First one installed in Albany, New York in 1877, though the first one that the public had access to was installed in Washington D.C, 1883. Britain received its first one in Glasgow, 1891. Originally made of wood, but the blueprints showed a concrete casing, only the door being made of wood, specifically teak. They had a table, stool, first aid kit, duster, and electrical heater, since people got cold. There were eleven different signals that the boxes made, including ones for drunkards, thieves, fire, murder, forger-”

“When did they stop making them?” he interrupted, getting annoyed.

“The invention of the personal radio.” he finished, a little hurt. “1969-1970. They stopped making them and tore most of them down. There are still a working few today, but almost all of them are gone.” he turned. “Why do you ask?”

“Because there's one right outside the flat.”

“What?” he jumped up, climbing over the table. “Impossible! There's never been one outside this flat.”

“See for yourself.” he stepped back, pulling the curtain with him. Sherlock moved into the opening, looking down at the blue box.

“What on earth....” he grabbed his jacket and scarf, throwing them on quickly.

“Where are you going?” John asked, running to grab his jacket.

“To go look at it.” he exclaimed, flipping his collar up. “Coming?”

“God, yes.” he threw it on as they ran downstairs.

“Boys, you forgot your morning tea!” Mrs. Hudson called after them, running out from the kitchen. She sighed. “Oh well, guess they'll have to have it cold.”