The Sherlocked Doctor (superwholock)

The strange blue box

Sherlock was, thankfully, in his regular dress of a suit, coat and scarf - John could swear he saw Sherlock stoking his scarf once, and crooning to it as if it was an infant - and together they left 221B, heading out for a roam across the streets of London.

John had no real patience for learning the streets - a fact Sherlock was quick to mention with a teasing tone and a story of how john had gotten lost - so as they walked along John didn't really pay much attention to where they were going. Besides, he could usually count on Sherlock's almost superhuman ability to remember every single street of London.

As people walked passed, Sherlock would often make deductions - "gay," "affair," and "adopted" were some of his favourites and eventually he said it so frequently John had to drag him into a side ally to avoid the glares of strangers.

"Sherlock," John hissed, "be quiet! You need to stop saying things like that!"

Sherlock merely looked baffled.

"Like what?"

"Like saying people are adopted when they could hear you!"

Sherlock calmly said, "John, shut up."

John opened and closed his mouth rapidly. "Sherlock, look-"

Sherlock held up a hand and John fell silent.

"John, there is something extremely strange going on and I need you to wait out there in the street, ok?" Sherlock pushed past John and made to walk further down the ally but John caught at his sleeve.

"Sherlock," he said stubbornly. "Whatever is going on, I want to be a part of it."

Sherlock considered this, then seemed to brush it off.

"Oh, alright, fine." Sherlock stepped to the side to reveal a blue police box. John blinked - he hadn't seen one of those in a while - but he didn't understand what Sherlock thought was strange about it - as far as John could tell, it was completely ordinary.

Sherlock ran a finger up and down the box, muttering things like "fake," and "not right."

John wasn't overly amazed - who cares if someone made a replica of a police box that wasn't quite right?

But Sherlock seemed quite determined, so John, as usual, went along with it.

Finally sherlock straightened (a/n bit late for that, eh Sherlock?) and lightly wrapped his fingers around the door handle.

"It says pull to open," Sherlock said, nodding at the sign. John shrugged - he really couldn't see what was so special about this box - but watched as Sherlock pulled on the door.

It didn't open.

Sherlock looked momentarily stunned, a moment John would be sure to treasure later, and would have toppled backwards if it weren't for the hand that stuck out of the door and caught him, he would have had a very hard and uncomfortable fall onto the concrete. Wouldn't be the first time.

Sherlock regained his balance and let go of the hand.

"Thank you-" the door slammed shut.

Sherlock was outraged.

"How dare he!" He spluttered. Shutting a door on me like that- it's- its-"

"Exactly what you do to half of your clients," John finished for him tiredly.

"Exactly! Wait, no..." Sherlock trailed off.

John elbowed Sherlock out of the way and stood in front of the door.

"This is something I observed," he said in a patronising tone to Sherlock.

Then, just as he had seen the hand do, he pushed the door inwards.