Sherlock: Chasing the DragonChapter One, BoredThunk!Thunk!Thunk!John opened his eyes and furrowed his brow as he realized that the odd sound was not part of a dream, but actually a part of his reality. Glancing over at the clock he groaned at the early hour. Rain continued to lash against the window as it had done for the past four days. The weather seemed to be having an effect on the crime rate and they hadn't had a case in days.Thunk!Thunk!Not having something to keep Sherlock's mind occupied was always dangerous. However also having him cooped up indoors due to the storm was even worse. John knew that Sherlock snuck outside to smoke, even though he denied it to the last and always had some clever explanation for his short trips. Despite all his efforts with the nicotine patches it seemed to be a habit that he simply couldn't break. With the constant driving rain it was impossible for even Sherlock to come up with a good excuse to go outside.Thunk!Thunk!John was worried that if something didn't chang
Lonely God, Bad Wolf (Doctor Who)LONELY GOD, BAD WOLFThe lonely god,the man who never stops runningbut never gets any closer to his destinationOr so was his fateuntil the day everything changed.The bad wolf,she was running toofrom what, or to where, she did not know.Or so was her fateuntil the day everything changed.He tried to forget his past.She tried to find her future.And then the two collided.Where shall we run next?Anywhere, if you are by my side.And so it was, thatthe running became their lives.The god became less lonelyand the wolf less badand when they were togethernothing could stop them.But then what once united them tore them apart.And the words remained unspoken,oh, if they had only been said“I love you.”The god again became lonelyand the wolf was lost to time.Or so is their fateuntil the day everything changes once more.
Like Mother Like DaughterAmy and Rory wonder how they could have produced such a daughter as River Song.“I always thought, when I had a daughter, she’d be more like me,” Amy said as she watched the Doctor and River arguing over the croquet rules in the meadow behind the medieval castle.They weren’t actually in the past this time, but in the present, or near enough, in the 1980s. They had decided on a lakeside picnic, and found this tumbledown castle as the perfect site. Apparently the Doctor had had something to do with its tumbledown nature at some time in the past.Rory shifted on their picnic blanket, watching his daughter and son-in-law. “River’s a lot like you,” he said thoughtfully, still amazed and somewhat unnerved by the realization that the canny warrior woman they’d come to know was actually his daughter.Amy turned to him, eyebrows raised. He looked up and saw. “She is,” he protested. “She’s smart, beauti
MarathonRiver blew out her breath and plopped down on her bum, she pulled off her boots and started massaging her feet. “Ungh! I am never entering a marathon with you again,” she said.The Doctor ran in place, bouncing lightly, cooling down. Breaths puffing evenly, bowtie still tied. “It wasn’t that bad.”She glared up at him. “Sweetie, I will do a lot to see you in shorts.” She glared down at his trousers. “But running 10 kilometers among a group of aliens who consider surviving the race to be an accomplishment, that’s a bit much.”He grinned at her. “They are a bit cutthroat. You held your own, though.” He beamed down at her with pride.“It’s not the knives that bothered me, it was the bombs, and pit traps, and tacks!” She glared down at the sole of her foot and rubbed at the red spot there.He grinned down at his exhausted wife. She looked like an adorable and rather aggressive kit
A Day at the SpaRiver is enjoying a day at the spa, until the Doctor shows up...River relaxed back into the conformable chair. Soft music wafted from the speakers, a tiny fountain tinkled in the corner. The chair soothed her muscles with subtle vibrations as the attendant finished painting her nails.Suddenly the door slammed open and the Doctor rushed in. He whirled and soniced the door locked, leaning back against it, looking harried."Hello, sweetie," River said calmly, taking a drink of her daiquiri. She set it slowly back down. "I wasn't expecting to see you here.""No," he said, panting. "Surprise!" He waved his hands vaguely in the air as sounds of crashing and screams came from outside. "No time right now, need your help," he gulped out."I'm having a manicure, sweetie," River pointed out patiently."Yes, sorry. Slitheen." He pointed behind him. There was the sound of a crash, and a vehicle alarm went off. He abruptly stopped and gave her skinny manicurist a suspicious once over.River
Victorian ValuesRiver and the Doctor are dancing at a Victorian ball, being scandalous. (PG)They were waltzing in a Victorian ballroom, lights and crystal, candles and perfume scenting the air.He pulled her close in a turn, his gloved hand large and sure on hers, his other hand low on her back, not quite on her bum, but close. There were shocked gasps around them.River grinned. The Doctor grinned back, then put on a posh Victorian accent. "An innocent like you miss, should be leery of dancing with strangers."She cast her eyes demurely downward, "That is true sir, I was warned to beware of rakes like you."His chest puffed out at that and his nose rose haughtily. She grinned. He glanced down at her out of the corner of his eye, pulling her a little closer, there were mutters of scandal around them."Do you, perhaps, have a handsome young gentleman who would protest?" He glared possessively, arrogantly, around the ballroom as if searching for a rival swain.She s