When Fandoms Collide

Superwhovengerlock

“Alien!?” John followed them into the room. “I’m sorry, that’s impossible.”

“Didn’t a wise man once say ‘If you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth’?”

“Yes, that was me.” Sherlock sat down in his chair, gesturing to the client seat. “Sit down, Doctor.”

“I’m fine standing, thanks.” The Doctor walked around the room, looking at everything. “Lovely place you have here.”

“That’s just-” John sat down in his chair, flustered. “An alien?!”

Sherlock places his hands beneath his nose, as if in prayer, closing his eyes. “Yes John, an alien. Now, can we please get down to business?”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” he looked over at him with annoyance. “I didn’t realize that aliens were an everyday thing for you.”

“They’re not, but I’m accepting the fact a lot better than you are.”

“I think handling is a better word.” the Doctor said, looking in the mirror.

John turned to look at him. “Sorry, what?”

“He’s handlingit better than you, John. Don’t you see? He’s in his mind palace, looking through all the possible explanations for proof of alien life forms, and do you really need any? Where have you been the past several Christmases? The mannequin attack?”

“Saw it on the news, they said it was a school prank.”

The Doctor raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “You actually believed them?”

“Of course not.” he opened his eyes, folding his hands in his lap. “But it makes more sense than plastic coming to life by some giant broadcasting signal. Only thing big enough to do that here is the London Eye, and I’m not sure how one would even do that.”

“It’s very simple, at least, for a mind like mine.” he turned, facing Sherlock. “There are many things that don’t make sense, and sometimes, the only answers are the impossible ones.”

“Are you also a philosopher, as well as an alien?” John shook his head, turning back around. “This is crazy. How are we supposed to know if you’re actually telling the truth?”

The Doctor walked over and sat on the clients’ chair. “You were a doctor of war, were you not?”

“How did you know-”

“So you know how to feel a heartbeat?”

John turned in his seat. “I’m sorry, what does this have to do with anything?”

“I’m a Time Lord. I have two hearts.” he leaned back in his chair, folding his hands. “Physical proof. Go ahead, check.”

John looked over at Sherlock, who shrugged. With a sigh, he got up and walked to his room, grabbing the stethoscope he owned. He walked out and knelt down next to the Doctor. He placed the ends in his ear, and brought the drum to the left side of the Doctor’s chest. “Well, there’s definitely a beat.”

“That’s good. Wouldn’t be living without one.” the Doctor chuckled. “Now, try the right side.”

“Honestly,” John said, rolling his eyes and moving to the right, “there’s nothing-” he stopped, pulling back and throwing the stethoscope away from him. “That’s impossible.”

“Highly unlikely. Obviously it’s possible.” he smiled, standing up. “I mean, what else did you hear?”

“A recording, a fake pulsing device...anything but that.”