Elysium: A Wholock

Chapter 3: The Madman with a Box

Sorry that chapter took so long! I'm also writing another fanfic, called 'The Raven and the Serpent' its also a Harry Potter fanfic, you can read it if you want!!!! Actually make that PLEASE READ IT!

Chapter 3: The Madman with a Box

I thought that maybe since Sherlock was gone, weird things would stop happening to me. That was until two days later when I saw the man from the box again. I was about to eat a sandwich from the café next door to 221B when I saw him. He seemed to stick out like a flashlight on a winter's night when he walked by. I left the sandwich on the table and left to pursue him.

"Hey!" I yelled, "Hey!" The man turned around, his brown hair almost covering his eyes. "Yes?" he asked, turning around completely. "You appeared in Baker Street two nights ago in a blue police box," I asked, "And then you disappeared. How did you do that?" He looked around, checking if the coast was clear. God, he reminded me of Sherlock. "Follow me."

I thought he would give me an explanation, but it turned out to be a lecture on how to forget him. He was about to go when I asked, "Have you heard of someone named Sherlock Holmes?" For a moment my hope was raised, he might know him by some weird occurrence, he was alike enough. But instead he shook his head and said "No, sorry."

I walked along the footpath of Baker Street, and felt a pat on my back. I whipped around, my army training kicking in. It was the man from the box! "Sorry, did you mean Holmes with a 'z' or a 's', because I've met a Sherlock Holmez," He must've been an eccentric man; even more similarities with Sherlock. "With a 's,'" I replied, confused. The man shrugged. "Sorry then, don't know him," and he walked away again.  Shaking my head with frustration, I kept walking.

As if the man wasn't on my nerves enough, ten minutes later he confronted me again.  "Sorry, Sherlock with a 'c,' a 'k,' or both?" I rolled my eyes, turned towards him and balling my fists. "Sherlock!   S-H-E-R--L-O-C-K    H-O-L-M-E-S!" The man, whose mouth was agape, closed it and nodded slowly.  "And why were you asking?" he asked calmly.  "Because he was taken by a crack in a wall and no one remembers him!" I yelled, feeling the relief of saying the truth.  Instead of calling a mental institution or telling me I was crazy, the man only smiled and asked "Do you want to tell me the full story? We'll sit on that park bench over there."

Once seated, I told him about how we went to the murder scene and coming back.  Though I only explained that in brief detail, I knew the man was interested in the crack.  No point explaining details that didn't need to be there. Once done, he smiled.  "Sorry, but I didn't catch your name," I asked him.  "The Doctor," he answered simply, but he said it like it was a huge secret.  Odd. "Doctor...what?" I asked. "Well then, that's a first," he muttered. "No seriously, doctor who?" The man grinned like a little boy who had just stolen a lolly.  

"Just the Doctor," the Doctor insisted.  "Ok...Doctor, do you know what could've happened to Sherlock?" I asked.  He nodded.  "They fall out of the earth sometimes but they always leave traces," he riddled.  "I don't get it," I stated, shaking my head, remembering all the times that I said the same thing to Sherlock.  "That crack, it's been following me wherever I go.  I have seen people go through and come back, by sheer force of memory," he implored.  Once again, I shook my head, "No."

"Memories are more powerful than you think," the Doctor claimed. I looked up to him, maybe he could do something about Sherlock. "What can you do?" I asked, "if anything?" The Doctor stood up, offering his hand. "Follow me," I stood to meet him, but I swatted his hand away. "Don't need your hand."

The Doctor led me to a street corner, and the blue phone box was his destination. The same blue box that was on Baker Street that night! "You lie-" but the Doctor interrupted, "Rule number one, the Doctor lies," he opened the door, I walked inside.

I walked around a...console? The phonebox was somehow, smaller on the outside? How was that possible? The place was really futuristic, on the top there are odd looking circles, and the place seemed to have a blue hue. Somehow, I knew it was alien, no one human could pull a stunt like this, even Sherlock would be confused.  "It's, it's," I stuttered. "Go on," he prompted, gesturing with his hands, an inferno lit in his eyes. "Smaller on the outside," I remarked, feeling nauseous. The Doctor pulled a sad expression, "Normally they say it's bigger on the inside."