Sherlock (The Master)

Forgive me. I've only seen the first episode of Sherlock, so I'm not exactly an expert in it. I've also only seen four seasons of Doctor Who so far, but WHATEVER I HAD AN IDEA GUYS :D

Chapter 1

Chapter One

Sherlock was lying on the couch, thinking.

"John, I'm right behind you and I think that thinking is rather usual for anyone, let alone me."

Watson turned around in his chair. "Can you please not read over my shoulder while I'm blogging?"

Sherlock simply stared at him for a moment, then shrugged. "What's the difference between reading it now and reading it later?"

"Because it's annoyi-.. What's that in your hand?"

"Watson, don't change the subject. It's annoying."

"No really, I've never seen that before. Is that a pocket watch?"

"Obviously." Sherlock pocketed it and stood up. "As you were."

Watson sighed. After everything they'd been through... Sherlock jumping off of a building (he still didn't know how he'd gotten out of that one), all the murders they solved... He was still so secretive. For some odd reason, John was really curious about that watch. He couldn't forget it, not for one second.

"What's the time?" He said quickly.

"I know what you're doing, Im not stupid," Sherlock said cooly from across the room. "Just look at your laptop. That watch is nothing. Just an old heirloom. Broken. Useless."

After a short silence, Sherlock frowned. "Do you here that?"


"A drumming noise... A four-beat, non stop drumming noise. Can you hear it? It must be the neighbors. Normal people blame the neighbors for noise, don't they?"

Watson shook his head. "I can't hear anything."

"Why don't you open the watch?"


"Why don't you open--"

"I heard you the first time, and how do you know I haven't opened it before? There's no reason why... Anyway, stop asking about it. Unless there's something you're not telling me (which there isn't), then shut up. "

Then something happened. Something in Sherlock's eyes shifted. He blinked.

"Why not? Why haven't I opened it before? "

He took it out of his pocket, and just for a moment, Watson felt this foreboding feeling in his stomach. An awful, awful feeling, like the world was going to end.

And Sherlock opened the watch.

"John... What is... Oh. "

A sort of glow flew out from the watch, enveloping the room. It was like gold in gas form, with packets of glitter thrown in. Sherlock's eyes changed in an instant. They were full of fury, like fire and ice, as old as the universe, and... Hatred. A hatred that hadn't been there before.

"Ha ha! "

"Sherlock? Sherlock, are you alright?"

"I'm not Sherlock, although he was better than that stupid scientist. I am the master, and you are going to die!"

A strange smile illuminated his face. A crazy smile.


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