|Fantasy about the theme.|
OHFE: Sherlock, Holmes and Doctor... Who? There had been plenty of strange cases, but this one was nearly the most curious. According to the Curiosity scale from one to ten, with one being outstandingly boring (or being able to be solved with a snap of fingers) and ten being almost impossible to solve, this one could get nine. And a half.OHFE: Sherlock, Holmes and Doctor... Who? by CarryPhoenix
It all had begun as many cases do. People vanishing. But that had been the most curious: they had been absolutely nowhere to be found. They could be gone when their relatives weren't looking. Just disappearing in thin air. Even the omnipresent Baker Street Irregulars couldn't find them despite being given detailed descriptions. And then something opposite had happened, which had made the rating of it run up.
The doorbell rang, as if calling for help, and the tall man with sharp face lines made his way down. As he expected, those were Baker Street Irregulars, but this time there were more of them than usually - most times two or three of them came to inform about one more
OHFE: Operation: Heartbeat Vwoorp. Vwooorp. Vwoooorp. Thunk.OHFE: Operation: Heartbeat by CarryPhoenix
"Was that what I'm thinking about?" Jackie Tyler thought, going downstairs from her room upon having heard this sound from the outside. There had been times when Handy had tried to activate the TARDIS prototype (which had been made - or, more exactly, grown - out of a small bit which Handy had found in his jacket a long-long time ago), but these attempts had been given up some months ago "because some more instruments were needed". And that couldn't be Handy's deed now - he and Rose were in Torchwood right now. Unless they had decided to run some more trials...
Jackie looked out of the window and was taken aback just like at those "old days" when the menace had been only at its start.
There was a blue box standing in the middle of the lawn, the light on its top flashing and going out until the shape was fully material. Jackie actually rubbed her eyes in disbelief, but it was here to be. And there was
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Ding-ding-ding-ding! - the bicycle ring sounded cheerfully, and a flap of a newspaper against the doorstep followed. There were few letters, so Derpy only had to deliver these rolled up info sources. What? She liked doing this. At least she couldn't break anything here despite her over-clumsiness, and that meant less troubles. Also while riding her bike she had a feeling as if she could ever properly fly. Not hover, but fly with wings perfectly spread...
Having got too deep in daydreaming, Derpy rode off the road and nearly crashed into a new mailbox signed "Turner". What's that? She fell off things quite frequently, but, despite the opinion of several cynical subjects, she had a fine memory. First, there was a pack in her bag featuring this surname. Second, they must've been new in town. Derpy knew it well where everyone lived, and there had been no Turners until now.
Really, they had just come - there were piles of boxes in the yard, and there were three people f