Solar System: A Sherlock and Doctor Who Crossover

A Strange Visitor

"Sherlock!' an annoyed Mycroft called up the stairs to his younger brother, "You've got a visitor!"

Nine year old Sherlock Holmes dashed down the stairs, his brown curls bouncing. He gazed up with clear, blue eyes at the stranger standing in his doorway and waited expectantly for him to talk.

"Hello, there!" The stranger spoke, a huge smile on his face. Sherlock stared. This man was unlike anything he had ever seen before. He wore a long coat, a blue suit, and red sneakers, a combination he didn't see often. His hair was spiked up, and he looked about fourty or so, except his eyes, which appeared much much older.

"How old are you?" Sherlock blurted out, and Mycroft's scowl deepened.

"Sherlock, that's rude-"

"Oh, why not at all!" the man remarked, seeming to find the whole ordeal hilarious. "My, what a clever boy you are. Your school marks are quite good as well, it appears."

"Who are you?" Mycroft demanded, "How do you know about my brother's school marks?"

The man pulled a paper out of his pocket and showed it to the two boys. "John Smith, from the administration office?" Mycroft read aloud.

Mr. Smith looked at his paper and replied, "It appears so."

Sherlock stood in silence and confusion. Where was his brother getting this information? The paper was blank! He caught Mr. Smith's gaze and the stranger winked as if the two were sharing a secret.

"Mr. Smith, why are you here?" Mycroft asked, clearly irritated.

"Oh, yes, right! The school board needs to discuss some things with Mr. Holmes here, so if he could come with me for just a moment..."

"Alright," Mycroft replied skeptically. "But only for a moment."

The strange visitor lead Sherlock outside, and Sherlock gasped in awe at the sight before him. A blue police box was parked in his front lawn, crushing his mum's flowers. "That's never been there before..."

"Right again, Mr. Holmes! Oh, you're so young, and so so clever, aren't you? Now, tell me, I know that you know something that your brother doesn't." Mr. Smith crouched down on his knees so he was eye level with Sherlock.

"Who really are you, Mr. Smith?"

John Smith laughed. "Brilliant. Simply brilliant. You know, I bet you saw right through that psychic paper, unlike your brother-"

"Psychic...what?" Sherlock, no matter how smart he was, could not grasp the concept of this simple phrase.

"Psychic paper. It reads your mind and can tell you exactly what you wish to read. But you saw it as a blank sheet of paper, didn't you?" Sherlock nodded. "Oh, you brilliant little boy, you!"

"How does paper that can read your mind even exsist? The concept is completely astonishing-"

"Oh, look at you, being all clever. Most nine year olds would never question something as amazing as paper that can read your mind. But you aren't like most nine year olds, aren't you?"

"Not at everything, I'm rubbish at space and stuff-"

"Right. That's where I come in. You see this blue box? This is the TARDIS, and she is my ship. I can go anywhere in her, past, present, or future, and together the two of us explore the universe. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Do you want to see the stars?"

"Of course, I would like to see the stars, sir, but do you really expect me to believe that there's a box that can travel through all the dimensions, basically breaking the laws of physics?"

"Of course! Why on earth wouldn't you believe that?"

"Like you said, Mr. Smith, I'm not like most nine year olds. I know the difference between fantasy and reality. I'm not going to let you make a fool of me by making me go into the box. Why on earth would I do that?"

"The question is not why, Mr. Holmes, but why not?"

"Even if you were to take me on a magical journey through space, Mycroft would notice that I was gone, and then both of us would get into big trouble-"

"Sherlock, you're forgetting that it's also a time machine. I could have us back before we even left, if you really wanted that."

"You better not be trying to make a fool out of me, Mr. Smith-"

"Call me The Doctor." Mr. Smith said was a smile, and bounded off towards his blue police box. "Well?" he said when he realized Sherlock hadn't followed him, "Are you coming?"

Sherlock stood in silence for a moment, thinking thoroughly through his options. Finally, he looked up with a big grin on his face. "Why not?" he said as he raced towards the man called the Doctor.

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Author's Note: please comment telling me what you like about this so far, what you don't like about, what you think about my writing style, anything that might be useful for future writing. also, my current cover kind of sucks, so if anyone reading this wants to make me a better one, that would be great! thank you for reading!