A.N.:
Seriously guys, you are really awesome for still reading this.
I know that I'm a lazy ass and that writer's block is a bitch and all that stuff. I'm starting to look like BBC's writers, who only publish one season of a show from two to two years. Sorry about that!
Know that I love you all!
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The four men ran to the TARDIS parked in the alley at the end of the street.
"Next stop: London 1917!" the Doctor blurted while pulling a lever. Suddenly the TARDIS jerked to the side.
The other man held tight and Sam sat down on the floor with his laptop.
"Sammy, what are you doing?"
"Just reading a bit of the story so we kno-".The Doctor ran to his side and slammed the computer shut. "What the hell?"
"By reading that you're creating a fixed point in time. We don't know what will happen."
"That's why I'm reading!"
"No reading! No touching the computer!". The Doctor sounded like he was scolding a big puppy.
Sam looked incredulously to the man, but put the laptop aside.
The Doctor returned to the console and pulled another lever, making the TARDIS groan and wheeze.
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Sherlock stepped out and looked around. Everything was so different but it still had resemblances to his future London. He stopped his train of thought when he saw two long lines that passed under the time machine. He stepped back inside and called the Doctor to meet him, who was looking to a pile of clothes deciding what to lend to the brothers.
Both he and Sherlock could pass as normal citizens, but the americans couldn't. There was this giant moose covered in plaid and his brother with jeans and leather jacket.... Yeah... They needed new clothes.
The Doctor met Sherlock and looked to where he was pointing. "Oh... Right...". They got back inside and the Doctor pulled some levers until they heard a 'ding'. The TARDIS was now parked in a alley close to where they were before.
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After 20 minutes searching for clothes, they were finally ready to go out and face the Victorian London.
The Doctor got out first, followed by an impatient Sherlock and two amazed Winchesters.
"So... Baker Street! It must be thaaaaat way!" said the Doctor while looking around.
They walked a couple of streets until reaching their destination. The men were in front of 221B waiting for someone to get the initiative to knock on the door.
Sherlock sighed deeply and took a step forward. He knocked twice and waited. On the other side could be heard footsteps. The door slowly opened, to show an aged John Watson. He was slightly different, the moustache had returned.
"John!" said Sherlock with tremendous joy. He hugged the smaller man like he hadn't seen him in decades. "What happened to you?"
John stared wide-eyed "No. What happened to /you/?"
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