sherlock fans must be happy that they got their crossover character in doctor who today
Let’s not forget the special guest;
oh my good god, why has this never occured to me before?!
Sherlock and John get sent by the Angels back to 1887 and become Holmes and Watson!! Yes. And John writes up his cases, but changes them slightly so they fit in with the time.
THAT HEADCANON IS BRILLIANCE. PURE BRILLIANCE.
The Doctor and Rose meet Sherlock and John in a parallel universe.
Doctor Who / Sherlock similarities - Part 2
I Am the Doctor / Sherlock Theme mashup.
LISTEN. TO. IT. NOW.
(Ha, answers on by mistake… it wasn’t a question. DO. IT. NOW. LISTEN.)
I Am the Detective?
And John remains blissfully unaware that The Doctor visited Sherlock years ago and gave him the skull. It was a skull he’d discovered in a ruined church, a thousand years in the future. He couldn’t re-bury it in the grave it came from, because that was completely destroyed, so he took it and gave it to a young Sherlock.
‘This will keep you company until you meet him,’ the Doctor said with a smile.
Sherlock took the skull and immediately began examining it. ‘Who is it? Or rather, who was it?’
‘It’s all that’s left of an old man who lived a good life and became the most important person in yours’.
The Doctor never gave him the name he so desperately wanted, but as soon as he met John Watson on that fateful day in St. Bart’s, Sherlock knew.
“Molly, why are you still here?”
“You… you told me not to wander off.”
“Oh. Well. That’s strange. I mean, usually I tell them not to wander off, but they never actually listen. Are you sure you’re human?”
Reblogging for both Wholock and Undershaw feels.
He gets it now. How everything- everything has been leading to this. The blue box on the corner of every street. The strange couple standing in the shadows just out of the corner of his eye. He would bet that they are the ones he is seeing now.
“Oh! Oh brilliant. John this is brilliant.”
“What, what is it?”
“You tell me.” Sherlock says in that tone of voice that John knows he reserves just for when he wants to make his flatmate feel clever.
“A film, something behind the mirror?” John tries weakly and Sherlock arches an eyebrow like a cat not amused, “Alright. A projection then?”
“As ever you see but you do not observe.”
“Don’t give me that…”
“John! I need you to look, really look.”
“Impossible. Bloody Impossible.” John whispers, “What is it?”
Sherlock grins just as the odd man in the mirror frowns- like distorted reflections of one another.
“That-“ he points to the mirror, “that is time collapsing.”
The mirror stands alone. Through the ages it stands alone. Innocuous. Just a mirror it would seem, just your reflection framed. On first inspection at least.
If one were to look closer they may see more.
The glass beautifully shattered. A single blunt trauma sending cracks throughout the structure like the threads of a spider’s web. These cracks exist in the fourth dimension.
The mirror stands alone, through the ages, but for two moments in time. /p>
Two moments, hundreds of years apart.
A Time Lord and his companion.
A detective and his doctor.
“Amy… do you see that?” The Doctor scowls, prodding the mirror approximately where his own face lies.
“Is that- that’s a person!” Amy gasps at the person- no people in the mirror. People that aren’t themselves, blurred and distorted but most definitely there, “Are they in the mirror?”
“No. Not in the mirror, they’re standing where we are. Two times. One reflection. We’re seeing there reflection too. This is very not good.”
“How is that possible?” Amy asks, though she doesn’t know why. Impossible is a word you soon learn to forget when with the doctor.
“It’s those cracks. Cracks in time like the crack in your bedroom wall only not because these are making two separate times, in exactly the same place, converge.”
“We need to find them, then. Find this other time.”
“Yes- yes, good idea.” The Doctor mutters his reply, he sounds faraway, lost in his mind.
“What’s going on, Doctor?” Amy asks, nervous lilt to her voice as she steps closer to examine the pair in the mirror.
The Doctor frowns just as the odd man in the mirror grins- like distorted reflections of one another.
“Time is collapsing.”
I think we should have a doctor with a dark personality. Someone with an air of mystery about them. Someone who doesn’t find a companion very easily. Gee. I dunno. Maybe someone like Sherlock? Except, he must not be overly clever.