"(Y/n), where are you taking me?" The doctor questioned his bright eyed companion. "You're meeting my friends, John and sherlock!" "Sherlock... Like Sherlock Holmes?"
"The one and only!" The doctor chuckled. "this should be interesting" you thought to yourself. You ran up the stairs to the room labeled "221b" and rapped three times on the door. "Coming!" You heard John, one of your best friends, say as he hurried to the door. The door opened and you gave John a hug, and took in the familiar surroundings. Stacks of books on the coffee table, the normal clutter of sherlock, who, currently, was laying on his couch. He was staring blankly at the ceiling, mouthing the word "bored" over and over again. He looked at you from the corner of his eye- "y/n!" He exclaimed, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. "And friend." He muttered, gesturing at the doctor. He looked him up and down, mentally noting A few things, and it seemed that the feeling of tension between him and the doctor were mutual. "Would you like some tea?" John asked. "Yes please." All three of you said at once.
Sherlock glared at the doctor. "I think he was asking me and (y/n)" "I'm fairly certain he was referring to all of us." "I know him better than you do." "I doubt you know almost anything about him." "I'LL HAVE YOU K-" "sherlock! Doctor! Will you please!?" You shouted, stepping in between the both of them. "Who gave you authority here!?" Sherlock hissed at you. "Well I don't see anyone opposing me!" "Oh so I count as nobody!? What have you ever done to place your self higher than me?" He yelled at you. You felt hot tears welling up behind your eyes. Suddenly you heard a loud 'pop' and looked to see Sherlock hobbling around holding his jaw. You turned around and saw the doctor standing with fists clenched and jaw set. Oh boy... Sherlock jumped back at the doctor, grabbing his throat, and pushing him into a wall. The doctor kicked him where the sun don't shine, and Sherlock fell to the ground. He spun and kicked the doctors ankle, and they were both wrestling on the ground for the upper hand. It all stopped when Sherlock screamed in pain: "OK OK I GIVE UP!" You looked and saw the doctor, holding sherlock's pinkie finger, bending it into itself. "Say you're sorry!" The doctor said mockingly. "But she-" the doctor squeezed his finger tighter, generating a yelp of pain. "I'm sorry (y/n)! So so sorry! You're way better than me I don't know what got into me!" The doctor smiled and stood, and Sherlock straightened his trench coat, extending his hand. "I think we will make excellent friends."