Clash of Worlds

Chapter 15- Doctor Who and Sherlock

Rain was falling heavily in London, as it had all day. The sky was a deep, never ending gray that lit up with lightning every few minutes. The sound of cars and thunder fought desperately to be hard above the other. Any stragglers left on the streets had sought out cover long ago, and any hopes that the storm would be quick had diminished.

Baker Street was, for the most part, empty. The rain had been longer and harder than usual, and many had taken advantage of their warm flats. Every so often movement would flicker from a window, but besides that the street was quiet apart from the passing car.

On the corner of the street, there was a familiar whooshing and flash of lights as a blue box materialized. It too stood quietly for a moment, but the stillness was shattered as one of the doors was flung open and the Doctor stepped out. He winced initially from the first few freezing drops, then shivered and took off at a brisk pace. He stopped outside 221B and rapped the knocker, careful to leave it in it's original crooked position. He heard the thumps of someone coming down the stairs.

"Jesus, whoever it is must have absolutely lost it. It's soaking outside." He heard someone mutter as there was the click of locks and the door was flung open to reveal John Watson. The Doctor grinned.

"Doctor!" John exclaimed. He grabbed his coat sleeve and pulled him in, closing the door behind him. "God, what are you doing? It's freezing out there!"

The Doctor smiled. "Oh, you know me. Plenty to be done, shan't let the weather get in my way. Tell me, is Sherlock around?"

John rolled his eyes. "If by around you mean stuck here and bored out of his mind, then yes. Come on up."

John went up the stairs, calling, "Sherlock! I think I may have found a cure to your boredom!"

The Doctor removed his soaking coat before following him. The flat was messier then usual, although that was most likely due to Sherlock's boredom. John was standing in the living room, talking to Sherlock.

"I highly doubt any cases that come through that door are going to be very interesting, John." Sherlock muttered, not bothering to open his eyes as The Doctor entered. Sherlock was on the couch in his thinking position, clearly bored.

"Sherlock, I really hope I'm not that uninteresting. Honestly, I do try." The Doctor said. Sherlock's eyes flew open and he stood up.

"Doctor." He said slowly, examining the man. "Good to see you again. It's been a while."

"Ah, has it?" The Doctor asked. He scratched the back of his head. "Didn't realize. Tell me, how long?"

Sherlock's eyes flicked. "9 months."

John grunted. "How many days? I know you count."

Sherlock muttered a curse under his breath before answering. "9 months, 8 days, 3 hours and 47 minutes." The Doctor grinned.

"That's my Sherlock! Missed me, have you?" He asked happily, while pulling an unwilling Sherlock into a one armed hug. Sherlock grinned somewhat sheepishly.

When The Doctor released him, Sherlock sat down in his chair.

"So, what are you here for? I'm assuming you didn't just drop by to say hello."

The Doctor nodded and dropped down onto the couch. "No, sorry, I didn't. Need your help again, actually.

John, who had just come back into the room and taken his seat, grunted. "Bigger or smaller than the aliens you recruited us for?"

"Dunno yet." He murmured. "I was wondering what you've heard from Moriarty lately."

"He's been suspiciously quiet for about 2 months. No public sightings, no games, no crimes, nothing. Completely vanished." Sherlock admitted.