Sometimes the end of series 2 makes a jump from the rooftop obligatory.
Btw: If a Doctor Who / Sherlock mashup is called Wholock, is a Life on Mars / Sherlock mashup called Sherlock on Mars…?
MY NAME IS SHERLOCK HOLMES. I JUMPED OFF A BUILDING AND LANDED IN VICTORIAN LONDON. I’M CLEARLY NOT MAD, SO EITHER I’M IN A COMA OR I’VE SLIPPED THROUGH A HOLE IN THE SPACE TIME CONTINUUM AND LANDED IN A PARALLEL UNIVERSE. DULL.
(And then he bros out with Victorian Watson, and misses both smart phones and John horribly)
Please write this fic. Please.