Into The TARDIS

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Hi!! Sorry I was supposed to update twice over the weekend but I started watching the Walking Dead and kind of didn't stop until I finished. (Great show by the way! Gross but great!) So I'm going to update twice tonight. Now, and then after I finish my homework. Wish me luck and enjoy!

Chapter 13: Into the TARDIS

“I’ll let you find that one out for yourself,” the Doctor smiled. After bringing up the going-to-save-Sherlock-Holmes-in-a-swimming-pool subject, Sam had introduced us to the actual Sherlock Holmes. We tried to convince them otherwise, but once the idea had been brought up, they all wanted to come with us and refused to accept otherwise. But finally the question arose of “how are we all going to fit?”

So the Doctor pushed through the doors of the TARDIS with Rory and I following shorty behind. After us came, Sam, Dean, and John.

“Jesus…” John whispered looking around at the TARDIS. Dean simply stared into the TARDIS with his mouth agape.

Sam gasped, “You’re alien.”

“Lucky guess,” The Doctor said, prancing around the console. “Anything else to say?”

Dean bolted out of the TARDIS and I giggled. Seeing people’s reactions to the TARDIS was one of my favourite things ever. I was surprised that Sam or John didn’t have to take a step outside to make sure it wasn’t as big on the outside. I guess they were used to this level of crazy.

Seconds later, Dean stepped slowly back in and said, “It’s bigger on the inside.”

“Bingo!” The Doctor yelled.

“Isn’t Sherlock coming in?” I asked, noticing that we were missing one very tall and skinny man with great cheek bones.

“I-I’ll get him. God, he has to see this,” John stuttered then stumbled out of the TARDIS.

“I think he’s going to need a little bit of help,” I said, following John out. From what I’d seen of him, I liked Sherlock, and maybe that would give me an advantage.

“It’s a snog-box, John, it’s not possible,” was the first thing I heard when I stepped out of the TARDIS.

“Oi, don’t dis the TARDIS,” I smiled.

“He doesn’t believe it,” John explained.

“Alright then, if it’s so small on the inside, how are Sam, Dean, Rory and the Doctor in there at the same time? And why would John come out and lie to you?” I asked him.

“It’s. Not. Possible,” Sherlock said.

“Yes. It. Is,” I said jokingly. “Come on, just walk inside. If we’re lying then you’ll quickly find out,”

Sherlock looked over at John, who nodded in agreement. Sherlock stood up and walked towards the TARDIS. He put his hand on the door and was about to push when he said, “If this is a trick, I-“

“Oh, just go inside!” I interrupted. Sherlock pushed the door open and stepped into the TARDIS, the door swinging closed behind him.

“Thanks,” John said to me. “He doesn’t believe any of it. We’ve proved to him that this kind of stuff is real and he refuses to see it. He won’t believe this either.”

“We’ll have to fix that,” I smiled and held the TARDIS door opened for him as we both stepped inside.

I nearly walked right into Sherlock, who was standing in front of the door, looking around the TARDIS in shock. He looked like a little boy, standing barefoot in his pajama’s and robe with his arms hanging limply at his sides.

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