Sherlock in the Tardis
John almost walked straight into it. A blue box. Right there in the middle of the street. No one seemed to find it odd and John didn't even seem to have been aware of it, before he crashed his nose into it. Even now, when he finally saw it, he didn't seem all that interested. He scowled at the box for having stood in his way and then walked over to the edge of the street, planning to get a cab.
Sherlock however had lost all interest in the case Lestrade had brought to their attention. Certainly, a severed foot sounded intriguing enough, but there was something about this blue box that was even more interesting than detached limbs.
Sherlock circled it. A police box, as he'd expected. He recognised the old design, though he wasn't sure where his mind had collected that particular piece of useless data. He blamed John, since meeting him, Sherlock's mind was being force fed useless information every day. He had no desire to know who the contestants of
Your one visit into town had dire consequences.
You'd found three bottles of wine. In a brash decision, you'd hidden them in your backpack and collected some supplies others needed before heading back to the farm.
The wine had been stored in your tent for a good few days. This fact alone had surprised you, but you'd been sleeping a lot, and you'd been quite busy helping with other odds and ends around the farm.
Now, though, you had free time. And you were bored.
Now, you decided, it was a good time to shake things up around the farm.
You opened the first bottle...
~~~Several bottles later~~~
"Mom, what's wrong with (Y/n)?" Carl prodded Lori's shoulder as she, Carol, Dale, Shane and Rick turned to watch you half-stumble across the open space in front of the farmhouse.
"Is she...?" Carol began.
"Carl, get inside." Lori urged him back as he pulled out his gun, aiming it at you as Carol and Dale retreated behind Rick and Shane.
"Dammit." Rick cursed. "Lori, stay here with
”___________!” He screamed, looking back at the cloud of smoke. He took a deep breath and held it as he ran back for you, discovering your unconscious body lying on the ground. His eyes welled with tears as he picked you up and carried your limp form back to the TARDIS as quickly as he could.
Stumbling into the console room, he set you on the ground before rushing to the console and getting both of you to safety. With no time to grieve, he rushed around searching for something that would save you, anything. He tore a panel fr