The Great Escape.

A Sherlock/Doctor Who crossover fanfiction set after the Reichenbach Fall. Doctor John Watson can't bare to live without his best friend, and Sherlock and the Doctor set out to stop John before he does something reckless.

Written by Chloe Smith and Becky Webber.


4. The Whole Story

The Doctor smiled. ‘Sherlock, even if I left out any details, you’d have a way of picking them up.’ Gesturing for Sherlock to sit down by the main panel, he started fiddling with some controls; a lever here, a button there. ‘I really have to sort the TARDIS out… this is the second time I’ve travelled wrong.’ He muttered more for his benefit than for Sherlock’s.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow, still nursing the cup of tea. ‘Any time today, Doctor. You haven’t caught me at my best and I’d rather not hang around here for hours. I’m sure fixing this technology can wait till later?’

‘Ah, right. Of course.’ The Doctor looked apologetically to him, flicked a few more switches, and nestled himself by Sherlock with his own cup of tea.

‘Well, I mean after all these years, wow! Seeing you is pretty good and-‘

Now, Doctor.’ The edge was back in Sherlock’s voice. His mind was reeling with today’s events as it was, so a part of his childhood casually dropping by wasn’t the best medicine. The sooner he told Sherlock his business here, the sooner he’d leave.

The doctor took a deep breath, thinking of where to start.

‘I haven’t had much to do lately what with some friends of mine… on an extended trip to New York, so I thought I’d drop by and see how you were! I always enjoyed speaking with you and looking over Mycroft. Such an intelligent little boy. I figured you’d have gown to be a more intelligent man. And I was right!’ Here the Doctor spread his hands, a gleam in his eye as both of them remembered those days spent in the garden just talking and talking with no real care.

‘Well, no one else thought I was intelligent when I spoke about a mysterious man named John Smith who I seemed to have befriended, with a box that was bigger on the inside.’

‘At least you know you’re right now, huh?’ A ghost of a smile passed over Sherlock’s face as the Doctor continued.

‘Anyway, the circuits of the TARDIS haven’t been kind to me lately, and I arrived outside 221b more than a few months ago. You’ve certainly made a name for yourself in that flat throughout more than England, so I figured you would be there when I arrived.  But instead I found a lot of newspaper articles about your… suicide. I felt I picked the wrong date, I had no idea what had happened to you, I really thought you were dead.

'I tried to go back to when you were ‘alive’ to see what was going on, but instead the TARDIS took me to this afternoon, just outside John’s new flat.’ The Doctor’s tone softened towards the end of the sentence just as Sherlock sat up straighter, his teeth clenched.

‘I got there in time to see him storm out, to recognise him. I didn’t want to use the TARDIS again after the last two times, so I ran after the cab he took. I, uh, didn’t get there in time. Sorry.’ He looked away, biting his lip.

‘It’s alright. I’m certain that you’ve felt this way before about people. Your friends in New York, perhaps.’

The doctor chuckled, ‘This is why I didn’t want to tell the whole story. It’s a bit touchy for the both of us and nothing gets by you.’

A sombre silence fell over the two men, the tea cold and long forgotten. Sherlock slipped John’s note into his pocket as to not crease it further while the Doctor cleared his throat and continued.

‘For the rest of the day I’ve been reading up on exactly what happened, and was going to Scotland Yard just for the nostalgia while I was in the area. It’s a rather good coincidence I met you on the street. My plan was to visit you at 221b in the morning, but I doubt you would have given me a chance to explain.’

Sherlock wondered what past he had in the police station, but chose this point to interrupt again.

‘And what, pray tell, would you have explained to me tomorrow? Or even said at all if you had arrived on time.’

‘Just to reminisce I suppose, like I said before I’m in a good place to be checking up on other friends. But tomorrow I would have proposed an offer. An offer I probably shouldn’t make but I can’t help feel as if it’s the right thing to do.’

Leaning forward, Sherlock was definitely paying full attention now.

‘Oh? And what would that be?’

The Doctor sighed and with a crooked grin said, ‘I say we go back a few days and save John.’

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