Hi peoples of the internet! So this is my latest fanfic. It's going to be a series of oneshots about the Superwholockin Gang and any other fandoms they happen to run into, and I have a few ideas for now... But, if you have an idea for a oneshot or something that could happen please let me know and I will write it if I like it! The funnier the better, although I can try and do feels if you reeeaally want them... But yeah, enjoy! And please review, it makes me write faster and helps me procrastinate the homework that I should really be doing right now ;) xxx

"Don't be alone doctor." Her words echoed in his head. He had been alone though, since they had gone, and it wasn't doing him any good. He couldn't seem to get over losing them; it was driving him into the ground. His solitude and desperation were no way to honour Amelia Pond, so he decided to do what she had asked. He set off to find a new companion. Or maybe more than one.

He remembered that time he'd had a gang. That was a fun time. With those dinosaurs on a spaceship! He decided to find a new gang of extraordinary people, and he knew exactly where and when to look.

Sam and Dean Winchester were having a beer on the hood of the impala, which they'd parked up for the night in the middle of nowhere. Out of the corner of his eye, Dean thought he saw something flash blue.
"Sammy, did you see that?" he whispered, suddenly on edge.
The tardis began to materialise more clearly.
"Yeah Dean, I see it. It looks kinda like a British Police phonebox from the 60s or something..."
"Son of a bitch, how do you even know that?!"
Sam shrugged. Their hands instinctively moved to their weapons; after all, who knew what kind of evil thing they were now dealing with?
They were not expecting what happened next. The doors of the box opened and the brothers tensed. A man in a tweed jacket and a bow tie poked his head out and grinned.
"Hello!" he called. "I am the Doctor. This is the TARDIS, it's my time machine/spaceship. Want to come with me and see the universe?"
The boys looked slightly dumbfounded. Sam was a little bit intrigued and made a move towards the strange man in the phonebox, but his brother held him back with a look that said, "Dude, seriously?"
Eventually Dean spoke. "What the hell?! We dont know you! What makes you think we would go with you? Do you know who we are? What we do?!"
"Dean, be nice," said a deep voice from right behind him. He jumped several feet in the air.
"Cas! I thought we'd agreed that you were going to stop doing that!"
The trenchcoat wearing angel took no notice of his best friend's protest and continued to talk. "The Doctor is an old friend. You can trust him with your lives; I have many times. Go with him. Take a break from saving the world."
"Why?" asked Sam.
"Don't question it, just do it," sighed Cas.
The Winchesters nodded. They knew better than to question decisions made by the assbutts upstairs. However Dean looked a little panic-stricken.
"What about Baby?!" he cried, staring at his beloved car.
"She'll be fine Dean. I promise."
"She'd better be..." Dean growled.
"Come on then!" the Doctor said, slinging his arms round the Winchesters' shoulders and propelling them into the TARDIS. He waved at his old friend before shutting the doors. The boys looked truly gobsmacked.
Castiel smiled as the TARDIS began to disappear, the Doctor's muffled voice shouting "Next stop, Camelot!" from inside. The Winchesters were in for an interesting time. He decided to visit them later, and disappeared with a fluttering of wings.

Merlin had been dreaming about the strange blue box for weeks before it arrived. He was deeply confused about what it was and what it meant, even asking the great dragon for advice (which naturally was so very helpful). But despite his confusion he knew exactly what he needed to do.
Now, he was questing through the woods with Arthur. He wasn't even sure what they were looking for or where they were going this time, but he knew what was about to happen.
Out of thin air the blue box began to appear, and Merlin smiled. Arthur, however, was a little freaked out. Actually, he was a lot freaked out. He dived into the bushes dragging Merlin with him. They lay on the ground in a rather uncomfortable position, Arthur signalling for them to remain silent. The doors on the box swung open and 3 men wearing the strangest outfits that Merlin had ever seen came out. 2 of them appeared to be brothers and he could hear them talking.
"So we are actually in Camelot?!" asked the shorter one excitedly. "With all the knights and wizards and King Arthur and..."
"Nerd," said the taller one.
"Bitch"
"Jerk"
"Anyway Doctor, what are we even doing here?"
"Looking for some friends..." replied the third man.
"More old friends of yours?"
"Nope! New friends. Haven't actually met them yet but I've wanted to for ages!"
Merlin turned to look at Arthur. He looked back, an extremely puzzled expression on his face.
"So who exactly are we looking for in the middle of this forest?" asked one of the brothers.
"Arthur and Merlin." said the man he'd heard called 'Doctor'.
"No way! Like King Arthur and THE Merlin?!"
"Yes. I thought they'd be here..."
Merlin took that as his cue. He began to scramble to his feet.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" hissed Arthur.
"Trust me," he mouthed back. Arthur sighed.
"Hello!" he called to the strangers. "Can I help you?"
"Actually yes," replied the Doctor. "I'm the Doctor, and this is Sam and Dean Winchester. We're looking for Merlin and Arthur. Have you seen them?"
Merlin smiled. "Well, Arthur is hiding from you in the bushes because your arrival scared him, and you're looking at Merlin. That's me!"
There was a pause where they all looked at each other.
"Excellent!" cried the Doctor. "Want to grab your friend and get going?"
"I thought he was supposed to be old..." muttered Dean.
While this exchange was taking place, Arthur had been trying to work out what was going on. From what he could gather, these strangers were some kind of sorcerers who wanted to kidnap him and Merlin, the idiot, who was working with them. He scrambled to his feet, drew his sword and went to face the threat.
"Merlin!" he yelled. "What the hell do you think you're doing, consorting with these sorcerers?! They're making plans to kidnap me!"
"No, it's not like that at all..." began the Doctor.
"Silence!" shouted Arthur. "I am the King of Camelot. I can have you imprisoned or even executed. I..."
He was so caught up in giving the Doctor a piece of his mind, that he didn't notice Merlin slip away and head back to where they had left their packs. He didn't notice when Merlin took out a frying pan and crept up behind him. He didn't even notice when Merlin whacked him on the head with said frying pan; probably because he was unconcious.
Merlin began to drag the unconcious Arthur towards the blue box. "Sorry about him," he told the others. "Arthur's a bit of a prat. He's alright once you get to know him though... Anyway, shall we get going like you said, Doctor?"
He nodded eagerly and herded everyone back inside the TARDIS. Moments later it was gone, leaving the forest in silence.

It was a just a day at 221B Baker Street. John was quietly blogging about their recent epascades, but Sherlock seemed to be on edge. He kept pacing around, as if he was waiting for something or someone. Eventually that something arrived.
A blue police phonebox was standing in the middle of the living room when John came in with some tea, which he then proceeded to drop in shock. Sherlock, on the other hand, didn't seem fazed at all. He barely even reacted when the doors opened and an odd collection of people tumbled out.
Sherlock raised an eyebrow. "Yes?" he said.
The man in the bow tie grinned. "It has been a while hasn't it?"
"Who is he?" whispered John. "How do you know him?"
"They call him the Doctor," replied Sherlock. "I've only met him once, very briefly. I helped him with a little situation years ago."
John nodded, still slightly baffled.
"So Doctor," Sherlock addressed the man directly now. "What do you need this time?"
"Well, I decided to form a gang," the Doctor replied. "I've had one before and it was great fun! So far there's me, the Winchesters (they hunt ghosts and monsters by the way. It's pretty cool!), Merlin, as in THE Merlin, the famous wizard? Oh yeah, and King Arthur is currently unconscious in the TARDIS."
"What?!" interrupted John, who was now extremely confused.
"Well, he had a bit of an unfortunate run-in with a frying pan. Technically it was Merlin's fault, but Arthur was being extremely rude..."
"Hang on a minute!" cried John. "Normally I'm pretty accepting of weird stuff. I'm friends with Sherlock after all. But you people just appear in my living room and tell me that magic and monsters, and I'm assuming time travel, are all real and you expect me to be fine with it?!"
"Don't forget the aliens," added Sherlock.
"Seriously?!"
He nodded as did the Doctor.
"Please say you'll come with us and join the gang," said the Doctor. "Pretty pretty please? Don't make me make Sam do his puppy eyes!"
John sighed. He was just going to have to get used to another level of wierd.
"So what exactly are we going to do?" he asked.
"I don't exactly know yet... I'm thinking of setting up some kind of base, fight some crime, save some people, maybe even the world!"
"I'm in," called Sherlock. "Solving mundane human crimes here in London was beginning to bore me anyway." He stood up, grabbing his scarf and coat, and headed over to the TARDIS. "Are you coming John?"
"Well, I'm hardly staying here alone am I?"
"Great!" The Doctor clapped his hands excitedly. "Everybody into the phonebox. We've got work to do!"
Dean Winchester scowled. That was his line...

Things seemed to be going well so far, thought the Doctor. Nobody had tried to kill each other yet, although Arthur was exceedingly grumpy when he came around. They had persuaded him that they were good guys although he still seemed a little suspicious. He'd really hit it off with Dean though, and Merlin, Sam and John appeared to be making friends too. Sherlock sat aside, observing the others, but that was just what he did.

"How's this, Pond?" thought the Doctor. "I'm not alone anymore. I have a gang, and it's going to be brilliant."