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“- I’M BORED, JOHN !”, yelled a voice coming from the apartment on 221B Baker street.

“- I KNOW !”, replied another voice, just as exasperated as the first one.

A loud gunshot echoed in the room.

“- CAN YOU, PLEASE, STOP PLAYING WITH THAT THING ?”, shouted an angry feminine voice.

“- Sorry, Mrs Hudson”, replied the second voice on a calmer tone.

This voice was belonging to Doctor John Watson, former army doctor and now roommate with Sherlock Holmes, sociopath and consulting detective during his spare time. Sherlock was currently holding a gun he had “borrowed” from John’s drawer and was looking in disdain at the hole the bullet had made in the wall of the apartment.

“- I’m getting RUSTY, John !”, he huffed in exasperation as he showed the hole next to the target he had pinned on the wall.

“- That’s not an excuse to SHOOT the walls !”, yelled Mrs Hudson, owner of the apartment, while Watson was rubbing his forehead.

The detective didn’t even bother replying. Sighing, he shoved the gun back into the drawer and sank into his chair.

“- I’m bored…”, he sighed. “Why do all the criminals have to stop committing crimes ? Life is boring without murders…”

“- You don’t actually mean that..”, scoffed John shooting a glare at his friend while Mrs Hudson was leaving the room, shaking her head in exasperation.

“- Maybe but I’m bored and I need a distraction…”

And at that specific moment, a bright light invaded the room, blinding the two men. A few seconds later, they heard a loud thud and someone cursing.

“- Dammit, what the hell ? Sam, you okay ? Cas ?”

“- We are fine, Dean”, replied another deeper voice while someone else grunted something incomprehensible.

Slowly the light started fading away and both John and Sherlock opened their mouth in disbelief as three men were now standing in front of them. Two of them had flannel shirts and jeans while the third one had a long trench coat and a suit. Swiftly, John grabbed his gun at the same time that two of the men took their gun out of their belt and the third one summoned a blade out of his sleeve.

“- Who the hell are you and why did you bring us here ?”, threatened one of the flannel man, who was also wearing a leather jacket.

“- What ? You were the ones who broke into our apartment !”, replied Watson, still brandishing his gun.

“- Exorcizamus te omnis immundus spiritus…”, started reciting the other flannel man before getting interrupted.

“- Are you seriously performing an exorcism on us ?”, asked Sherlock with an incredulous smile on his face.

“- They are not demons…”, stated the third man. “ Let’s try the silver…”

“- Of course we are not demons, we are humans !”, declared John. “Hey, what the hell ?”

One of the men had pressed a silver cup on his hand before nodding to the other two.

“- Looks like they are humans…”

“- Of course, we are !”, insisted Watson as Sherlock started speaking.

“- You have done your deductions. My turn. You two are brothers. You are the overprotective one, always shielding him from an eventual threat, so I would say you are the big brother, even though he is way taller than you. Your eyes show me that you drink alcohol. A lot. Probably because you want to repress a childhood trauma… Let me guess, absent mother and drunk father ?”

“- Stop it…”, threatened the man in a leather jacket with a fierce look.

“- I’m not done. Your leather jacket is too big for you, probably belonged to your father, which means that despite his drinking issues, you want to look like him… You admire him… You are trained to fight, your posture shows that. You can use a gun… Did your father teach you that ?”

“- He told you to shut up !”, demanded the taller man.

“- Ah, the little brother… A bit more rebellious, tired of the big brother’s overprotectiveness… Used to fighting too… Used to be an addict…”

“- Stop. It.”

“- The last one”, continued Sherlock, pretending he didn’t hear anything. “Not your brother, but you are close to him. Interesting… I can see some abandonment issues in the way he stays close to you… And there is this little something… I don’t know what this is… You don’t trust yourself but your friends act as if you were extremely powerful… Even though you don’t look really powerful…”

“- Watch your mouth, you sonovabitch !”, yelled the big brother, pointing his gun at Sherlock’s face.

“- I will, if you show my mother some respect… Oh, and my last deduction: given your horrible accent, I’d say you are from America, Kansas more precisely. I’m Sherlock Holmes, this is John Wason. Nice to meet you, mister…?”

The three men looked at each other, completely lost and looking a bit afraid. The tallest one shrugged before saying to the other two:

“- I don’t know, guys… This whole thing feels so weird, but they don’t really look like a threat. Maybe they can help us figuring out what the hell is going on ?”

The two other men nodded before turning around.

“- I’m Dean Winchester. This is Sam Winchester, my little brother, and this is Castiel. He is an angel.”

“- You two are together ? I knew it !”, exclaimed Sherlock, clapping excitedly. “I didn’t say it out loud because you looked like you were going to kill me and you would probably have if I had been wrong about that…”

“- What ? Wait, no ! We are not together ! He is an angel. An actual angel.”, explained the man named Dean, looking mortified.

Hearing that, the detective stopped clapping and cocked his head, confused.

“- What ?”, interrogated John, still threatening the small group with his gun.

“- It’s true”, explained Castiel. “I’m an angel of the lord.”

“- There is no such things as angels…”, abruptly declared Holmes. “That, plus the fact that you thought we were demons, shows you three are clearly out of your minds…”

“- Show him, Cas…”, asked Dean. “Teleport yourself to the other side of the room.”

One second later, the man in a trench coat was gone. Turning their heads, Sherlock and John spotted him on the other side of the room, as unfazed as before.

“- This is a trick”, immediately declared Holmes. “It has to be a trick…”

“- Demons. Angels. Shapeshifters. All of this is real… At least in our universe…”, explained Sam quietly.

“- What do you mean, in your universe ?”, inquired John, still suspicious.

“- Sherlock Holmes is a fictional character in our universe…”, explained the tallest of the Winchesters, not daring to look at them directly.

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“- What ?”

John started laughing when he spotted the look on Holmes’ face.

“- Come on, Sherlock, don’t tell me you believe them ?!”

Taking a deep breath, the detective shook his head before declaring:

“- I don’t see any other rational explanation that would explain why there is a man… An angel who can teleport himself across our living room, or why three men appeared out of nowhere in our apartment…”

“- Rational ?”, exclaimed Watson. “You think this is rational ?”

“- No, of course, but do you have any other explanation ?”, sighed Sherlock.

The doctor opened his mouth but nothing came out. At that specific moment, a weird whooshing sound echoed in the room and a shape appeared between the two groups of men. A few seconds later, a blue police box was standing in the middle of John and Sherlock’s apartment.

“- Is that…?”, started Watson, pointing at the object.

“- Looks like it is…”, nodded Holmes, who nearly looked afraid.

The blue door opened and immediately a blond man with a long chin, tousled hair and a bowtie barged into the room, quickly followed by a red-headed girl and a sandy blond man who looked a bit lost.

“- This doesn’t look like Raxacoricofallapatorious…”, frowned bowtie man with a pout. “Or maybe you are Slitheens wearing human skin !?”, he suddenly asked as he rushed to inspect Sherlock’s face. “I swear, if you are, I’m gonna get angry. You don’t like me when I’m angry. Remember what happened last time you made me angry ?”

“- Doctor !”, interrupted red-headed girl.

“- Yes ?”, replied both Watson and chinny man.

“- Oh dear Lord…”, sighed Sherlock.

“- You know these guys ?!”, abruptly demanded Dean, his hand on his gun.

“- It’s the Doctor, and Rory and Amy Pond…”, softly answered John.

“- Oooooh… Ex-companions ?”, marveled the Doctor. “Nah, I would have remembered you, I remember all of you.”

A veil of sadness quickly passed on the man’s face but his smile re-appeared quickly and he walked towards John.

“- I’m not surprised you know my name, a lot of people do… But how do you know Rory and Amy…?”

The doctor gulped, seemed to be looking for his worlds before dropping:

“- Uh… We… We think you come from a parallel universe, just like Sam, Dean and Castiel there…”

“- What do you mean ?”, asked Amy, frowning.

“- You are fictional characters to us”, blankly explained the consulting detective.

“- Them too ?”, asked Sam, shocked. “What the hell is going here…”, he muttered to himself.

“- Looks like someone has been messing with the universes”, stated the Doctor, biting his lips.

“- Dean, we know someone who is capable of this…”, started Castiel.

“- Yeah, but he is dead… Right ?”, replied Sam.

“- Wouldn’t be the first time that he tricked us”, shrugged Dean with an ironic smile.

“- Who are you talking about ?”, demanded Watson.

“- The trickster”, smiled Sherlock with a cold laugh. “Of course, if angels are real, then why wouldn’t Loki be real ?”

“- No, we are thinking about my brother Gabriel”, explained the man in the trenchcoat. “He is much like Loki, but they are two different persons…”

“- Waitwaitwait… Hold on !”, implored the Doctor, raising both of his hands. “I can’t follow you, boys. Angels ? Loki ?”

“- Oh, yeah, right”, started the youngest of the Winchesters. “I’m Sam, this is Dean and Castiel. He is an angel of the Lord. A real angel. Me and my brother are hunters. We hunt monsters such as demons or shapeshifters or wendigos… These men are Sherlock Holmes and John Watson…”

“- What ?”, asked Rory, confused. “Sherlock Holmes and John Watson are fictional characters…”

“- Well, so are the three of you”, stated the brown haired sociopath, matter-of-factly.

“- Apparently we are all fictional characters coming from different universes”, finished Sam. “And someone messed with them. We think it could be Gabriel, one of Castiel’s brothers, also known as the trickster…”

Suddenly, a loud crash came from outside. Rushing to the window, the group noticed what looked like a small plane, “parked” right in the middle of the street.

“- I should get bored more often”, stated Sherlock. “Interesting things happen when I am…”

“- Let’s go see who they are”, declared Amy, going to the stairs, quickly followed by the rest of the group, minus the Winchesters.

“- Are they...,?”, questioned Dean, pointing at the plane, his face a mix of worry, excitement and joy.

“- I believe they are, yeah…”, replied Sam, unsure whether to laugh or to worry. “Let’s follow them.”

Once all of them got downstairs, they all slowly got closer to the vehicle. Suddenly they heard a sarcastic voice coming from inside:

“- That’s what you call a landing, bird brain ?!”

“- Oh, shut up, iron can !”, replied a second voice, slightly irritated.

“- Come on, Stark”, appeased a third voice. “We all saw that weird light around us. I’m not sure Clint has anything to do with it… Let’s take a look outside.”

“- Aye, aye, Captain”, responded a feminine voice.

“- Stop doing that, Romanov”, ordered the third voice, exasperated.

A few seconds later, a door opened at the end of the vehicle. Immediately, the Doctor grabbed a tool from his pocket that emitted a blue light and brandished it in front of him. Watson rose his gun, but Dean stopped him:

“- They are not a threat, doc.”

As the door opened, five men and one woman got out, looking around them, and apparently ready to fight. Once he spotted the group in front of him, a tall, blond, muscular man, thrown himself forward with his hammer and grabbed Sam by the throat.

“- Why have you brought us here ? What do you want ?”, he boomed.

“- Let go of my brother, you sonovabitch !”, yelled Dean, pointing his gun at the man threatening Sam.

“- Release him, Thor”, ordered a man whose face was covered with a blue helmet and who was carrying a shield.

The man named Thor obeyed and loosened his grip. Immediately, Sam fell to the ground, gasping for air. His brother crouched next to him, trying to comfort him.

“- You didn’t answer my friend’s question”, stated shield man. “Who are you and why did you bring us here ?”

“- Basically”, started Sherlock, “we are all fictional characters. I’m Sherlock Holmes. This is John Watson. These are Sam and Dean, demons hunters. This is Castiel, an angel of the Lord. These are Rory and Amy Pond, humans. This is the Doctor, a Time-Lord. An alien.”

Holmes was delivering these informations as if everything was totally normal with this situation. He kept going:

“- We did not bring you here. You were… “teleported” here, just like everyone else. Well, except for John and I, who happen to live right here…”

Saying that, he pointed at the apartment above them.

“- Please, tell me this is a stupid joke…”, begged the man in the red and gold armor.

“- I’m afraid it’s not…”, replied the Doctor.

“- Sorry for attacking you”, apologized the man with the blue helmet. “It’s been a rough day and we are not really used to these sort of things… I’m Steve Rogers, this is Tony Stark, Thor, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, and Natasha Romanov. We are the Avengers.”

“- I told you it was them !”, whispered Dean to his brother, excitedly.

“- So, we are fictional characters...?”, asked Bruce, looking completely done.

“- Apparently, yeah. Someone crossed our universes…”

“ - Loki !”, immediately reacted Thor.

“- You both have a Loki ?”, questioned Rory, looking at the Avengers and at the Winchesters.

“- Looks like it, yes…”, answered Castiel.

“- Great, so we have to find which one of them did this…”, summed up Clint. “Let’s split up in two teams. One of them looks for our Loki, and the other one for your Loki. And then, we can all go back home.”

“- Sounds good to me”, nodded the Doctor.

“- Same here”, stated Sam, still rubbing his throat.

“- Then let’s go”, smiled Sherlock.

Finally, some fun things to do to get unbored !