John walked up to the box, wondering whether it was an oasis or real. Sherlock grinned, he was in.
A voice suddenly appeared from it.
'Dear lord, Sherlock, you're late! Bring any fish fingers?'
'And custard.'
'Good good, please do come in both of you.'
John stepped in cautiously, Sherlock followed. They could see all different kinds of gadgets, a screwdriver but most importantly, how did everything fit in such a tiny space? John ran outside only to find the police box was tiny!
'She's called sexy...I mean the tardis.'
'She?' Replied John unknowingly.
The man turned to Sherlock.
'I never knew you were...'
'What?' Exclaimed Sherlock
'Never mind.'
'John?, he's a...friend of mine.'
'Colleague.' Mumbled John
'Whats the difference?' Inquired Sherlock.
John stared into the blank canvas of the mystery mans eyes.
'If you're wondering who I am, I'm the doctor.'
'Anyway, doctor, do you know Frank Jarcha?' Said Sherlock, eager to move the conversation forward.
'Arsenal striker?'
'Yes, but he was making his debut at the game, instead this was in his place...'
'No, it can't be,'
'Yes doctor, a weeping angel.'
John noticed the controls, the levers. Being the inquisitive hobbit he was, he decided to push the lever labelled Geronimo!.
'Where the bloody hell are we going now?!!!' Shouted John
'Nowhere in particular, but we should be on our way to the Emirates.' Whispered The Doctor.
Sherlock gazed in awe at the galaxies, picking out which individual particle and spectrum was an acid or an alkali and calculating when the next black hole would appear. One thing that puzzled Sherlock was that he could easily deduct where John had recently been and where he was dressed to go. He was going out with Mary, likely because he was clean shaven whereas yesterday he was roughly shaven, the other striking thing about John was his curiosity. His tremor in his left hand had decreased and Sherlock was perplexed, he didn't know how or why?
The bullet raced through the air soaring through the sky, just missing John's temple. The only speech audible was 'SHERLOCK!'
It burst into two both piercing into each of Sherlock's cheekbones.
'HAHA, nice try "doctor", get put of the Matt Smith costume, I know it's you Jim.'
'But it pierced your...'
'I came prepared with this bouncy plastic...'
Sherlock looked to his right and saw a pool of blood by a head, a temple, John's head, John's temple. Everything went into slow motion, the unnatural cliche emptied Sherlock's mind. Deleting some of his mind palace.
'Why John, why!' Wept Sherlock,
'He called you his colleague, whereas I just called you you, I gave you my number, don't ya remember?
'Sherlock..' Whispered John, 'you're the best...friend anyone...could ever...have..., I love...'
'I can revive him if the case is solved,' said the voice cheerfully,
'Frank Jarcha wasn't there, most likely ill but more likely hired to do something, no one would ever miss their first game.'
'A great game.'
'Hiya Sherlock, I'm just stayin'alive .'
