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Uh, I think this is Nine, here. But maybe not. I couldn't get a clear image in my head about which Doctor I was using. So feel free to imagine what you want to!
Something New
"What are you doing?! Get down!"
The Doctor had only taken two steps out of the TARDIS, before someone yanked him into a clump of bushes and tackled him to the ground.
"Are you mad?! Arthur is out hunting today, he'll see you," the someone said.
The Doctor's eyes regained focussed and he found a gawky young man sitting on his chest, peering over the bushes with wide-eyes.
Well, this was nice. It was always so much easier to just dive right into chaos as soon as he stepped out of the TARDIS, rather than having to wait for chaos to find him.
"Who're you, then?" the Doctor asked, with a friendly grin.
"Shhh!" the young man hissed. He held out his hand toward the TARDIS and his eyes turned briefly amber as he whispered, "Bemíð!Nearby, the bushes around the TARDIS bent and twisted to block it from view. A moment later, a group of men on horses rode in
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Joan Watson and John Watson meet and commiserate over the difficulties of living with someone who is high maintenance. Neither ends up actually naming anyone.
This is my third go at this. The two attempts, John and Joan wouldn't shut up and I couldn't get them over to the topic at hand. So I've started in the middle.
The Two J. Watsons
"...and there's honey, everywhere!" Joan went on. "Everywhere. It drips through the ceiling. Sometimes he brings the bees into the house, so it's just bzzzzzz all night long
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This is utter brilliance. I originally felt a little bad that I may have given you an impossible prompt but the way you worked in how the two Watsons would meet and why is perfect!
"Are you sure he's not a serial killer?"
"No," John admitted. "No, I'm not sure.
I loved this bit because initially I thought John was saying that no, Sherlock isn't a serial killer. But no, he's not sure if that's not the case! It's so wonderfully in character. But he's right. Sherlock would end up getting caught in a second because he wouldn't be able to keep it to himself that he committed that incredibly clever murder.
Thanks! I actually had three different scenarios for getting them together, but the first two were too complicated, so I went for a simpler route. I'm glad you enjoyed it! It was great prompt that gave me far too much inspiration. :D
Not in the Job Description"I hope I'm not being put in charge of the kids because I'm a woman," Joan said. "Because believe me, I do not have a lot of mothering instincts
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>Besides, they're charming children. Not sticky at all. That's unusual. I'm gonna guess Sherlock somehow ended up on diaper duty a lot before leaving England. :)
>'cause Daddy makes them 'splode," :) soooo much.
>Yep. This was going to be a blast. that depends on if Dresden left his hockey stick. (that'd be a surprise if and when they do indoor sports)
Sherlock, John. John discovers Sherlock collects something completely frivolous, even -- or perhaps especially -- by Sherlockian standards. Sherlock may or may not be quite able to explain his collection.
This was a great prompt! Thanks for sending it my way. :-)
Hunter-Gatherer InstinctsIn retrospect, John probably should have noticed the bottle cap thing sooner. In his defense, Sherlock was weird. He had enough idiosyncracies to fill up a whole book on the subject, and it was hard to keep track of all his habits
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Asknsgdzjknfdzkjndzf!!!! Oh wow!! This is so perfect! It's so fully formed and great, ahhhh! I can't believe this is a prompt fic. Thank you so much for this. It's adorable, and tender, and friendshippy, and I am not at all coherent so I think I should take a breath and step back, heh.
You picked the best item to be collected, and I love John throughout the whole fic. You can tell he's aware he's stumbled across rich mocking fuel, and Sherlock knows it too, but that's not at all John's aim and, like he does best, he ends up surprising Sherlock in the end by not just NOT mocking him, but also joining in on the bottlecap hunt.
There are so many good lines in here, like this one:
On occasion, he noticed Sherlock pocketing bottle caps, but John chalked that up to the 'I have touched it and therefore it is now mine' mentality Sherlock used with most objects.
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John reacted like he was in a cartoon, carefully putting the box on the bed and backing away from the closet as though he could distance himself from the mess.
Martin stepped into the pub. He promptly tried to step out of it again, coming to a sudden, crystal clear revelation that this was A Very Bad Idea. It was too late. Douglas had already spotted him.
"Martin!" he greeted him, with a hard slap to the back.
"I-I really shouldn't have come," Martin said, trying to leave again. "I don't think this is my thing."
"Of course it's not, but all you have to do is sit there and say nothing," Douglas said. "We just need one more player to qualify as a team. You just have to sit at our table."
Martin looked over to the table, where the members of Douglas's pub quiz team sat. They looked like just the sort of people Martin would be terrible around. Not that he was particularly unterrible around anyone.
"Couldn't you have asked Arthur?" Martin said.
"I could certainly have," Douglas replied. "But as I mentioned, the requirements are to sit and say nothing, neither of which our fearless steward is particularly skilled at. If you don't know the answer, you won't say the answer. Arthur
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Something New
"What are you doing?! Get down!"
The Doctor had only taken two steps out of the TARDIS, before someone yanked him into a clump of bushes and tackled him to the ground.
"Are you mad?! Arthur is out hunting today, he'll see you," the someone said.
The Doctor's eyes regained focussed and he found a gawky young man sitting on his chest, peering over the bushes with wide-eyes.
Well, this was nice. It was always so much easier to just dive right into chaos as soon as he stepped out of the TARDIS, rather than having to wait for chaos to find him.
"Who're you, then?" the Doctor asked, with a friendly grin.
"Shhh!" the young man hissed. He held out his hand toward the TARDIS and his eyes turned briefly amber as he whispered, "Bemíð!Nearby, the bushes around the TARDIS bent and twisted to block it from view. A moment later, a group of men on horses rode in ( ... )
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The Two J. Watsons
"...and there's honey, everywhere!" Joan went on. "Everywhere. It drips through the ceiling. Sometimes he brings the bees into the house, so it's just bzzzzzz all night long ( ... )
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"Are you sure he's not a serial killer?"
"No," John admitted. "No, I'm not sure.
I loved this bit because initially I thought John was saying that no, Sherlock isn't a serial killer. But no, he's not sure if that's not the case! It's so wonderfully in character. But he's right. Sherlock would end up getting caught in a second because he wouldn't be able to keep it to himself that he committed that incredibly clever murder.
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>Besides, they're charming children. Not sticky at all. That's unusual.
I'm gonna guess Sherlock somehow ended up on diaper duty a lot before leaving England. :)
>'cause Daddy makes them 'splode,"
:) soooo much.
>Yep. This was going to be a blast.
that depends on if Dresden left his hockey stick. (that'd be a surprise if and when they do indoor sports)
thank you!!
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Hunter-Gatherer InstinctsIn retrospect, John probably should have noticed the bottle cap thing sooner. In his defense, Sherlock was weird. He had enough idiosyncracies to fill up a whole book on the subject, and it was hard to keep track of all his habits ( ... )
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ah, and now he has blackmail material. (though at the risk of others going "you're lying - that's not weird enough to be what he's up to")
kudos.
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You picked the best item to be collected, and I love John throughout the whole fic. You can tell he's aware he's stumbled across rich mocking fuel, and Sherlock knows it too, but that's not at all John's aim and, like he does best, he ends up surprising Sherlock in the end by not just NOT mocking him, but also joining in on the bottlecap hunt.
There are so many good lines in here, like this one:
On occasion, he noticed Sherlock pocketing bottle caps, but John chalked that up to the 'I have touched it and therefore it is now mine' mentality Sherlock used with most objects.
and
John reacted like he was in a cartoon, carefully putting the box on the bed and backing away from the closet as though he could distance himself from the mess.
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Martin stepped into the pub. He promptly tried to step out of it again, coming to a sudden, crystal clear revelation that this was A Very Bad Idea. It was too late. Douglas had already spotted him.
"Martin!" he greeted him, with a hard slap to the back.
"I-I really shouldn't have come," Martin said, trying to leave again. "I don't think this is my thing."
"Of course it's not, but all you have to do is sit there and say nothing," Douglas said. "We just need one more player to qualify as a team. You just have to sit at our table."
Martin looked over to the table, where the members of Douglas's pub quiz team sat. They looked like just the sort of people Martin would be terrible around. Not that he was particularly unterrible around anyone.
"Couldn't you have asked Arthur?" Martin said.
"I could certainly have," Douglas replied. "But as I mentioned, the requirements are to sit and say nothing, neither of which our fearless steward is particularly skilled at. If you don't know the answer, you won't say the answer. Arthur ( ... )
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