This is a fic which I have wanted to write for ages but I just haven't come round to it… but, now I have. It is inspired by the YouTube video "A Study in Blue Boxes (Wholock)" by EllenRebecca3.

'It's not everyday you get to see a birds-eye view of London and just be able to sit back and watch the world go by… well, unless your superman of course…' John said to Sherlock as the helicopter swooped slowly into the grounds of Buckingham Palace.

'Or a bird,' Sherlock said shaking his head. John gave Sherlock what he liked to call his "stop-being-so-clever" look but Sherlock didn't really seem to notice.

The helicopter finally landed and an army of men dressed head to toe in black surrounded them and began to escort them inside where Mycroft was stood waiting in the hall.

'I'll take it from here,' he said to one of the men in black and they all dispersed.

'So, what is it?' Sherlock asked as Mycroft led him into a small lounge area with two sofas, a bookshelf and a 1970's television set. A bit low tech considering this was where the Queen lived.

'A very serious matter, Sherlock,' Mycroft told him as they all sat.

'Hurry up and tell me then, I've got a to see a woman and tell her that her daughter isn't kidnapped she's at her boyfriends house, fallen pregnant, and is too scared to tell her,' Sherlock snapped.

'You know all that from just speaking to her on the phone?' John asked and when Sherlock opened his mouth to tell him how John quickly said 'never mind.'

'Never mind your usual trivia this is of international importance,' Mycroft said.

'International?' Sherlock laughed 'I've done national but international? Why don't you just bring in your MI5 or whatever it is now?'

'M18, Sherlock,' Mycroft corrected him 'and we've already them.'

'MI8?' John asked 'I didn't even know it went that high.'

'It goes all the way up to MI13, but that's irrelevant,' Mycroft said.

'What about the Americans?' Sherlock asked 'surely they've got a solution.'

'They don't know about it,' Mycroft said 'and I am determined to let it stay that way. If they had their way they'd blow him out of the sky.'

'Who?' John asked.

'That's the point. Nobody knows who he is,' Mycroft said 'that's what we need you to find out and then find a way of getting his help.'

'Why do we need this particular man?' John asked.

'He shows up everywhere. All through history and the world he's there and his little blue box that disappears in the blink of an eye- or so they say,' Mycroft said.

'So what's the problem?' John asked.

'Wherever he goes something always goes wrong and not just a little but wrong… I mean, people die,' Mycroft said 'and he has been turning up around London incredibly often lately and we want to know why.'

'I'm not interested,' Sherlock said.

'Not interested?' Mycroft asked 'this isn't a matter of whether you are interested or not, this is a matter of whether you want to save the world.'

'I'm not a superhero,' Sherlock said 'that's not my job.'

'But,' Mycroft pleaded.

Sherlock quickly rose with John following close behind as they headed for the door 'will the helicopter take me home or do I need to pay for a taxi.'

'That depends on whether you will help me or not,' Mycroft said.

'Taxi it is.'

Sorry it's so short but the next one will be longer – it's just it was rather late and I needed to get to sleep and I knew if I didn't upload it straight away, I never would. I hope you enjoyed and if you did please let me know. Also, please like my Facebook page VoiceOfAngels1 so you can be easily updated when I have written a new fanfic. VOA1 x