Title: Together, They Fight Crime!
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Alternate Postings:
AO3 Rating/Content: PG13, silliness, crack, no point at all
Warnings: none
Word Count: Drabble
Disclaimer: Not my world.
Notes: Written for
watsons_woes July Writing Prompt #25:
Trope Trainwreck!. I completely blanked on this prompt so have a pointless drabble. :-/
Summary: Crack.
Together, They Fight Crime!
There were many benefits to being a telekinetic/psychic healer with enormous butterfly wings who instantly knew the precise location of all jam and jam-like substances within a five kilometer radius and was soul-bonded to the half-vampire, were-dolphin, octo-merman, on-earth avatar of the god of "SCIENCE! *clap of thunder*" (but in complete denial about the avatar business, thanks) who could see forward or backward in time in increments of the half-life of manganese-52, and with whom he shared a flat in London, solving crimes.
Really, there were benefits. John was sure there must be to make up for the rest of it.
-.-.-
(that's it. forever.)