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The Adventure of the Blue Box - Part III 
30th-Apr-2010 01:41 pm
Oh God What the Fuck
The real reason Holmes didn't come straight home after The Final Problem? A certain Time Lord still can't land the TARDIS properly...




The Adventure of the Blue Box - Part III


Holmes’ first thought, of course, is to have the TARDIS drop him off just outside Meiringen, moments after he left. But he and the Doctor later agree this would be a mistake. Switzerland, as he left it, was not at all safe. Better if he returns to London, say, three days later, which will give him just enough time to have plausibly reached home. He can deal with Moran from there. Watson will have thought him dead for those days, which is unfortunate – well, it is worse than unfortunate, of course. But better than if he were dead in actual fact.

The detective and the Time Lord shake hands on the threshold of the TARDIS and Holmes steps out into London.

And immediately, he knows something is wrong. He swings round and calls “Doctor!” and sees the swaying willows solidifying through the TARDIS’ fading shape and then he is alone in the middle of Regent’s Park.

The air is wrong. The leaves are barely budding on the trees. When he left, it was the fourth of May.

A couple of months early, he thinks. Please, God, let that be all. He would only have to keep out of his own way for eight weeks or so and then pick up where he left off.

He runs across the park. A pair of young ladies strolling across the bridge cause his lungs to clench on a breath, because their clothes... dark colours, skirts cut daringly high above the ankle... surely no one was dressed quite like that in the spring of 1891...

Newspaper. Newspaper. A businessman is passing with a copy of The Telegraph; Holmes cannons across the grass and almost knocks the hapless man over as he snatches it from under his arm.


The paper’s indignant owner is left trying to make up his mind whether or not to attempt retribution with his stick. He is, on the whole, too alarmed to risk it, especially when the wild-eyed newspaper thief barks “No,” drops the paper on the grass, and charges away at an extraordinary pace towards York Bridge, before slowing, as if at a loss.

* * *

Hollowness spreads through Holmes as he realises he does not know where to go or what to do. But he is so close to Baker Street and he has no other ideas, so he wanders along to 221b and stares up at it wretchedly, like the ghost he almost is.

The door has been repainted, a little over a year ago from the look of it. Pointless to go in. He knows someone else must be living in his rooms now. And yet his feet carry him up the steps to the front door as if of their own accord. This was his home for so long, he could feel its pull when he was galaxies away. He is far too close to drag himself away from it now.

Poor Mrs Hudson goes into violent hysterics.

Holmes, who is shaken enough himself, pats her clumsily and babbles something about having to pretend to be dead, and fails to fully consider that whatever story he produces now, he will be stuck with.

His rooms, it turns out, have been kept just as they were, as a kind of shrine to him. It is an extraordinary relief to discover that he still has a home after all, but it is any number of more painful things too. Mrs Hudson has actually placed a framed photograph of him on his desk with a little posy of early violets in front of it. Holmes’ mouth falls open at the sight of it and he turns to Mrs Hudson with a searching, stricken look she is still too far gone to notice.

“Oh the poor Doctor,” says Mrs Hudson, when she is calm enough to speak coherently. “You must go and see him, Mr Holmes. He will be so delighted.”

The words “poor Doctor” have been a bugbear to Holmes for most of the last three months, now they turn him cold. “Mrs Hudson,” he asks, apprehensively, “Is Dr Watson well?”

Her face drops. “You didn’t know about Mrs Watson?”

Two minutes later Holmes is back in Regent’s Park, beating at the ground where the TARDIS stood with an umbrella grabbed from the hatstand, shouting, “Come back! Three years! It was supposed to be three days!”

* * *

If making a spectacle of oneself in Regent’s Park is never a very rational course of action, it is particularly ill-advised when the second most dangerous man in London still has agents scattered all over London watching for one’s return. Holmes lurches back into Baker Street, ruefully rubbing his throat after an unpleasant if unchallenging run-in with a garroter named Parker, and takes it as a sign that he must start to consider matters logically and in the proper order.

He throws himself into his old armchair and stares at Watson’s on the other side of the rug.

Well. If he is going to address the Watson problem, he will have to be alive to do it. Therefore Moran must be the first order of business.

In any case he cannot face Watson yet.

He slaps together a hasty disguise from his costume trunk, and scrambles out of 221b through a rear window and over a fence. Outside in the alley he contorts himself into an rheumatic hunch and limps out into London.

In the Reading Room at the British Museum he hunts Moran through back issues of The Times and finds what he needs far more easily than he expects. Moran has just commited a murder. Holmes is certain his fingerprints are all over the Ronald Adair case, and is not even ashamed at the pang of triumph he feels. He can see the shape of the trap in which he can snare Moran already. Camden House is standing empty opposite 221b... a visit to the dead man’s house at Park Lane, and later one to Oscar Meunier’s... yes, he will soon have everything he needs.

He also orders up old copies of The Strand, and reads a piece called The Final Problem, and has to grip the edge of the desk and clench his teeth to stop himself from uttering another cry of rage and guilt.

* * *

The library gives him an idea, and he picks up a stack of obscure books in Holborn on his way to Park Lane. There is already a small crowd of gawpers on the pavement outside the Adairs’ , clustered around some charlatan who fancies himself a detective. Holmes joins them, and studies the window above. The books have given his role more of a personality, and a profession, he feels safer in it now. Nevertheless, that is surely one of Moran’s men watching the crowd from across the street, and there is a cudgel inside his coat, and probably a jack-knife in his pocket...

Someone – stepping back to get a better look up at the windows – knocks into him and he drops his books. Holmes growls with genuine annoyance and stoops to gather them up, while his inadvertent assailant tries to help, apologising all the while.

“I’m so sorry,” says a voice he is not ready for yet. Holmes stares at the familiar hands offering him back The Origin of Tree Worship, for a moment unable to lift his eyes to Watson’s face.

Watson looks shocking. Oh, not to anyone else, he has not become a drunkard or a derelict; he is as neatly groomed and respectable as ever, and he is smiling down at Holmes in kindly apology. But the weight he gained during his marriage has dropped off him completely; there are dreadful shadows like bruises under his eyes, and the spring sunshine picks out threads of grey at his temples that were not there when Holmes said goodbye to him on the path to Rosenlaui. Three months ago. Three years ago. Holmes stares at his friend, winded all over again by the fact that he has not been merely missing all this time. I have been dead for three years.

And it is all very well thinking that it is all the Doctor’s fault, and that he never meant for this to happen. But he did mean to plunge to his death in a blaze of glory. Or at least, he had been far too willing. It had seemed such a fitting, almost a poetic, conclusion. He did deliberately walk away expecting never to see his friend again in this world.

And it was a sacrifice on behalf of his country, yes, yes – but why on earth did he not at least carry a weapon to defend himself? He is only thirty-seven years old (although now, as far as the world is concerned, he will have to get used to being forty). After a few months in the company of a man who is well over a thousand, that seems very young indeed to have decided to throw away the rest of his life.

Holmes snatches his books back with a snarl, for there are dangerous men about and he has already resolved he will attend to this later.

Then Watson shrugs and walks away and Holmes curses to himself and rushes after him.

* * *

Much later, Moran is in a cell in Scotland Yard, a wax dummy has a bullet through its forehead and Holmes is in his own bedroom at Baker Street. He does not like the thought that Watson has gone home to an empty house any more than he likes being without him here. Tomorrow he will suggest – he will all but insist – that Watson moves back in with him.

He is alive, safe, free. And so very angry.

A pulsing, rushing noise fills the room. The shadows change. Holmes stiffens.

“Holmes,” says a low voice behind him.

Holmes wheels. The TARDIS appears to have swallowed up his wardrobe and is standing in a dark corner as if it had always been there.

“Take me back,” says Holmes.

“I’m sorry,” says the Doctor.

Holmes ignores him. “Correct this. Three years! His wife died, did you know that? She was not yet thirty-two. He lost his best friend and his wife within a year. Can you imagine how that must have felt?”

“Yes,” whispers the Doctor. And Holmes thinks sourly, God forbid anyone should know more than the Doctor about loss or anything else. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Stop saying that. God, your apologies!” Holmes brandishes a copy of The Strand. “Have you seen this? ‘A void in my life which the lapse of two years has done little to fill!’ ‘The best and wisest man I have ever known!’ And I have been gallivanting around the cosmos with you.” The Doctor flinches. “Put this right,” Holmes scowls at the sight of the Doctor’s sorrowful, wide-eyed expression. “You are going to tell me you cannot.”

“I can’t,” confirms the Doctor, gently. “You’ve entered events. I can move you forward from this point, but... not back. Not to change anything you’ve already done. I really, really can’t.”

Holmes is very tempted to disbelieve this, and contemplates making a dive into the TARDIS and trying to find out for himself.

But even if he managed to get past the Doctor and succeded in operating the TARDIS, the last thing he can risk now is vanishing God knows where and never coming back.

“What did you tell your friend?” asks the Doctor.

Holmes sits down on his bed and puts his face into his hands. “I told him I staged my own death in order to survive. What else could I say? I had already told Mrs Hudson the same thing, so... I said it was imperative that he should believe it was true. I said Moran had somehow contrived to drive me away from my homeland, and terrorised me so very thoroughly I did not even dare send my only a friend a note mentioning that I was alive.”

The Doctor sticks his hands in his pockets and makes faces as he considers this story. “Well. I think that sounds pretty good.”

“It sounds like the abject nonsense it is!” shouts Holmes, “And that is not the point! It does not undo three years of grief!” he rubs at his forehead. “You are telling me nothing can.”

The Doctor says nothing. Holmes sighs in sheer exhaustion. “Tomorrow I shall have to go through it all again with Mycroft.”

“Oh, he knows you were alive,” says the Doctor.

Holmes’ head snaps up. “What?

“Well, yes. Well, he will know. He will have known. He got telegrams, asking for money and stuff. I haven’t sorted it yet. Kind of a loophole, think I can swing it...”

Holmes seizes on this, desperately, “ Then you can do that for the Doctor – that is, for my friend – surely –”

“I can’t,” repeats the Doctor gently. “Everything a time traveller does, everything he’s part of, becomes fixed. As soon as the two of you saw each other ... ”

“No,” moans Holmes, letting his head fall back into his hands. So if he had only been patient a little longer Watson could have had at least that much comfort. But how could he have known the Doctor would ever return – he doesn’t, as a rule, after all.

There is a silence, then the Doctor asks, “What did he do when you came back?”

“He fainted with shock,” says Holmes curtly.

“And after that?”

Holmes closes his eyes, which have begun to sting at the memory of Watson’s joy. “He forgave me,” he breathes. “Instantaneously. He accepted my excuses without recrimination and almost without question. God knows why. But that is what he did.”


“He knows he’s lucky,” the Doctor says suddenly. “His best friend came back after he lost him forever. Hardly anyone in the universe is as lucky as that.”

“He is not lucky,” retorts Holmes passionately. “I am; I am unreasonably, disgracefully lucky to have a friend who refuses to abandon me even under such dire provocation.”

The Doctor sighs, and gazes at him as if across an immense distance, “Yeah,” he murmurs, “That too.”

He’s smiling, but he’s got that tragic look on his face again, the oh-poor-me-all-the-universe-to-play-with-and-yet-I-am-so-alone look that usually makes Holmes want to tear his hair out. But on this occasion, quite suddenly, it deflates him.

“Oh, never mind about it, Doctor,” he says, as kindly as he can, “We are both alive, at least, and improbable as it seems to me, we are still friends. I suppose we shall manage.”

“I know you will,” says the Doctor.

He’s stepping back into the TARDIS when Holmes says, “Doctor.” He lifts his head, and, half-grudgingly, meets the Time Lord’s eyes. “I was not ready to die.”

The Doctor grins.

“Told you so,” he says as he disappears.

Holmes shakes his head. The Doctor would have to have the last word.
Comments 
30th-Apr-2010 10:23 pm (UTC)
This is lovely.
Your Holmes puts me in mind of Jeremy Brett, but possibly a bit younger for some reason - he has a good voice at any rate =)
The Doctor has to be the only character in creation more arrogant, unhinged, brilliant-on-the-fly, particular, and manic-depressive-like than Holmes. And as such, oh gods what a match - I'm surprised they didn't kill each other!
2nd-May-2010 12:28 pm (UTC)
Thank you! And yes, they were lucky to both get out of the TARDIS alive!

Yeah, Holmes should be only 37 or thereabouts in The Final Problem, and Jeremy Brett was 52 when he played it. On the other hand, it's JEREMY BRETT. So "Jeremy Brett, but a bit younger for some reason" is pretty much my default template for Holmes, though I may add the odd dash of this and that on top.
17th-Sep-2010 05:18 am (UTC)
Oh, it was Jeremy Brett I saw, and heard too. And this was lovely and hilarious in it's own dry way and just wonderfurl.
1st-May-2010 12:57 am (UTC)
Your writing is beautiful. I really like how you tend to get into the head of the character while still managing to keep the action going. I like your little inserts of humor everywhere too.
I love when people who can write well write fanfiction. I guess that fits because I can very easily tell a mediocre fanfic from a great one. Your style is certainly one of the best ones I've come across.
I'm going to keep track of you from now on. Your style has struck me and I really don't want to miss anything more you might decide to write.
2nd-May-2010 12:29 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much! That's a pretty amazing compliment. I hope you'll continue to enjoy what I come up with!
31st-May-2010 02:06 pm (UTC)
Oh, this was absolutely wonderful. I loved the characterisations of both of them and the way they interacted was just perfect. Poor Holmes - I felt so sorry for him! The ending was amazing. A great, great story.
4th-Jun-2010 05:50 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much -- I'm quite fond of this little story,so I'm glad you found and liked it.
6th-Jun-2010 06:16 pm (UTC)
Absolutely wonderful! Well done!
24th-Jun-2010 07:45 am (UTC)
That was brilliant. I was leery about the crossover but damn, that was touching and heartbreaking and I really want to watch this season.

Also, the Doctor's voice was inside my head. I haven't read many well voiced Doctor renditions but that took a slice of cake.

Now I'm going to bed, no more fics today.

*sort of wanted a slash alt ending, gods that's all I need to be trying not to think about/writing.
7th-Jul-2010 01:13 am (UTC)
Reading it again because I enjoy it. Anticipating coming back to it in the future.
9th-Jul-2010 03:24 am (UTC)
Dang. I only just found more of your fic and I want to read it all and it's bedtime and tomorrow is going to be insanely busy, but you are such a good writer and blast it I could practically see all of this as I read and...

Yes, it's that kind of reaction. I'll read more tomorrow when I can!

Thank you. Holmes being put upon by the Doctor made my night.
2nd-Aug-2010 05:08 am (UTC)
Thank you -- for all your other kind comments as well -- I have a bad habit of getting all wrapped up in W.I.L and forgetting to deal with comments to other stories, even though I love getting them and this particular story is one of my favourites. (Not that there are that many to choose from, of course...) Anyway, thank you.
17th-Jul-2010 05:16 am (UTC)
I have frequently thought that Sherlock Holmes is the obvious predecessor and inspiration for Dr. Who, and this story... well, hell. Adorable, hilarious, touching and certainly a masterful fictional essay brilliantly proving my intuition/conviction! I loved this immensely.
2nd-Aug-2010 05:10 am (UTC)
Thank you! I really enjoyed writing this one. (Sorry for the absurdly late response for a very nice comment.)
17th-Jul-2010 05:17 am (UTC)
Oh yeah, and flawless Number 10 voice!
22nd-Jul-2010 04:31 am (UTC)
This just made my day. I could just hear 10 speaking, his voice was so perfect! Such a great match, and you did a brilliant job of portraying them both.

I love the bit of Holmes' having to get used to being three years older. :D
2nd-Aug-2010 05:06 am (UTC)
Thank you very much! And sorry for not saying so before -- I LOVE getting comments on this one but they always seem to come when I'm in a "can't post anything to LJ! Not till I can update the WIP o'Doom!" phase and then I forget that they're tehre.
2nd-Aug-2010 01:50 pm (UTC)
Perfectly acceptable. I do it all the time, and then feel terrible. :D
I'm also reading your WIP o'Doom! and it's also fabulous, but I'll leave another comment on that later.
22nd-Jul-2010 07:26 pm (UTC)
This is perfect.
23rd-Jul-2010 10:59 pm (UTC)
^____^ Thank you very much, my dear! Writing it was remarkably cathartic, I feel quite at peace with Ten's run, now!
16th-Sep-2010 07:48 am (UTC)
This was glorious. I love how it dovetails with the implausibilities of "The Final Problem" and "The Empty House". And you've captured Holmes's voice perfectly.

*runs happily off to mem*
30th-Sep-2010 07:48 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much! It was great fun to write.
16th-Sep-2010 11:54 am (UTC)
Oh, this is delightful! Holmes is perfect - just like Jeremy Brett (forever the ultimate Holmes, for me), and his thought processes are brilliant! I love how he sees the Doctor, as well - for what do two manic geniuses think of each other? It dovetails beautifully with The Final Problem and The Empty House, too, and it's kind of awesome to think that Holmes was off saving the universe in that time, even if it is tragic for poor Watson!

Anyway, delightful story - thank you for writing it@
30th-Sep-2010 07:53 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much indeed -- and sorry for the late response to this. It really was fun putting someone as strange and brilliant and manic as Holmes in the straight-man, sidekick role... and watching him squirm.

Yes, poor Watson. *pets him*
16th-Sep-2010 08:10 pm (UTC)
This is amazing! Best DW/Holmes crossover I've encountered so far. Well done!
17th-Sep-2010 01:31 am (UTC)
Here via crack_van.

I love crossovers, and it's a rare story that balances characters from each so beautifully. This made my day!
30th-Sep-2010 07:54 pm (UTC)
Thank you!

I normally don't like crossovers all that much... but this one SPOKE to me. I couldn't help myself!
17th-Sep-2010 07:05 am (UTC)
There were so many things about this that I loved. I thought it was extremely illuminating for both characters, and I particularly enjoyed reading Holmes's exasperation with the Doctor and his brutal self-honesty with himself. Beautifully done.
30th-Sep-2010 08:12 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much -- yes it was fun looking at them up against each other, forcing Holmes, kicking and screaming, into the sidekick role, while exorcising some of my... issues with the good Doctor through his eyes. (And yet a lot of my affection for Ten came back by the end).
17th-Sep-2010 11:00 pm (UTC)
Here via the crack_van, and delighted to be. This isw a rare treat, and I thouroughly enjoyed it. Thank you!
30th-Sep-2010 08:13 pm (UTC)
Thank you! It is lovely to have been recced there.
30th-Jan-2011 10:12 am (UTC)
This is great fun. I don't watch Doctor Who but got a very strong sense of the character (and the nature of episodes) from your descriptions. I love how Holmes sees a sort of distorted reflection of himself in the Doctor and resolves to try and do better.
8th-Feb-2011 10:58 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm always very pleased and intrigued when someone who doesn't watch Doctor Who reads and enjoys this. If you ever do watch, the new Doctor (Matt Smith) is a bit less... in your face... than David Tennant's version, with whom I had a bit of a love/hate relationship. But there are definite points of overlap -- I've even heard that the Doctor's nemesis, The Master, was constructed as a bit of a Moriarty analogue.
30th-Jan-2011 04:48 pm (UTC)
Oh man, I didn't realise how desperately I needed this fic in my life until I started reading it. And then I was overcome with glee throughout - I swear, I grinned through its entirety, because yes. Because they are so ridiculously similar as characters (I can't believe I'd never made the connection before), and Holmes' exasperated analysis of the Doctor is so spot-on it makes me want to weep with joy.

Beautiful. Thank you!
8th-Feb-2011 11:04 pm (UTC)
Thank you. This one was great fun to write. And I know, they do have a lot in common, even if I did find it terribly cathartic to use Holmes as a bit of a stick to beat the Doctor (but it was only fair to give him a bit of the same medicine!)
8th-Feb-2011 11:12 pm (UTC)
The Doctor (not to mention the writers of the show) does at times need a severe thwack round the head, much as I love him. ;)
13th-Feb-2011 09:50 am (UTC)
This was a brilliant read! I don't watch Doctor Who but I know of it through my friends. I adore your Holmes' voice and could imagine Jeremy Brett running around with the Doctor saving lives. I laughed at Holmes' comparison between himself and the Doctor because it was so true! Reading Holmes describe Watson as 'The Doctor' and the Doctor as 'This Doctor' also made me ridiculously happy. Thank you for writing this!
14th-Mar-2011 10:44 pm (UTC)
Terribly late but -- thank you so much for this. I'm thrilled and amazed when people who don't watch DW enjoy this story.
18th-Feb-2011 03:49 am (UTC)
This pretty much makes me want to cry from sheer loveliness. You've got Ten's voice spot on, and Holmes's distress at realizing what's happened is so beautiful and painful and much more satisfying than canon, with its insistence that Holmes is far more emotionally oblivious than we know he is. I LOVE what you've done with the interaction between Holmes and Ten--of course they'd rub each other a little bit wrong, what with both being men who insist on being the center of attention, and of course they'd respect each other anyway, what with both being such genuinely good people. This was a fabulous read, in every single way.
14th-Mar-2011 10:42 pm (UTC)
I just typed "Awww!" and then thought that wasn't very articulate and deleted it, but -- well, that was my spontaneous and sincere response to what an incredibly sweet comment this was. Thank you.

Despite the giant temptation to do so, I tried to avoid saying outright "Holmes would never do that," because, well. We're stuck with a canon in which apparently he did. I think this Holmes is lucky (not only in his friend) but morally lucky not to have done that, and then unlucky in having to confront what an awful thing it would be to have done.

At least canon gives us that "We have three years of the past to talk over" line. Still, I could shake him, just gently, and after all due fangirling, for some of the opportunities he ignored there.

I'm so glad you liked my story.

23rd-Apr-2011 09:43 pm (UTC)
Two minutes later Holmes is back in Regent’s Park, beating at the ground where the TARDIS stood with an umbrella grabbed from the hatstand, shouting, “Come back! Three years! It was supposed to be three days!”

I just love that, it's so perfect :-) And so typical of the Doctor.

Gorgeous story.
12th-Jan-2012 03:57 pm (UTC)
I LOVED this fic! Ordinarily I tend not to read much classic Holmes fic because I'm a bit of a purist when it comes to the whole Victorian character voice thing, but this was perfect because you could write in a modern style because it was Who fic as well, but still have Holmes speak in the way he would in the books! And the comparisons between the Doctor and Holmes, especially from Holmes' own perspective, were great. :))
15th-Jan-2012 11:17 am (UTC)
Love! Your characterisations are wonderful. And I'm glad that, in spite of or because of how similar they are, that Sherlock and the Doctor became friends in the end.
29th-Mar-2012 06:24 am (UTC)
I don't usually read crossover fics, but this is lovely and beautiful from the very beginning. Oh it's so nice to hear the characters' voices while reading a gorgeous fic - in this case I hear Jeremy Brett's and David Tennant's. Both Holmes and Ten are very, very IC - it's lovely to see them interact. I love the part when Holmes made some deductions of Ten's character, and when they argued and then Holmes decided to go back.

The last part breaks my heart and makes me so happy at the same time. Oh, I want to hug Holmes, Watson and Ten all at once.

“His best friend came back after he lost him forever. Hardly anyone in the universe is as lucky as that.” << Oh I suddenly thought of the Master, but I'm not sure whether that was your intention XD
3rd-Apr-2012 04:47 am (UTC)
I really enjoyed this. Here via crack_van.
28th-Sep-2012 10:30 pm (UTC)
I don't watch Dr.Who but know enough about it and the characters to enjoy reading this. I thought you did a wonderful job, and your Holmes voice was spot on (definitely Jeremy).

Laughed through much of this as Holmes discovers unwelcome similarities between himself and the Dr.
Great job!!!
3rd-Sep-2014 02:00 am (UTC)
This was wonderful!
5th-Jun-2015 05:35 am (UTC)
This was absolutely amazing! I love Holmes picking apart the Doctor, seeing through his bravado and over-confidence, seeing the loneliness and insecurity. I most especially love that Holmes sees the similarities between himself and the Doctor. This is something I have always felt. But I had never even contemplated a companion!Holmes fic before. This is something I never knew I always wanted. Masterfully done. And,




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