Sherlock/Doctor Who - fic - I Need You By My Side, Sherlock/John, Eleven, PG
Title - I Need You By My Side
Author - laurab1
Rating - PG
Pairing, characters - Sherlock/John, Eleven et al
Length - 325 words
Summary - possible ending to The Great Game, half crack, half crossover ;)
Spoilers - Sherlock 1.3 The Great Game, New Who S5
Disclaimer - This version of Sherlock Holmes belongs to Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss, the BBC et al. Sherlock Holmes as created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle is in the public domain. Doctor Who belongs to the BBC. None of these people are mine.
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
HIVE MIND XD I think this was suggested as a deus ex machina in the squee post for The Great Game on http://community.livejournal.com/sherlockbbc/
I Need You By My Side
by Laura
There’s every possibility that they won’t escape from this alive, John considers, watching Sherlock aim his (their) gun at the bomb, while the laser sights of Moriarty’s (or so he says) snipers’ rifles dance red and angry on their chests.
And, then, thank God, a familiar noise, from the familiar engines of a familiar ship: wheeze grind wheeze grind wheeze grind.
At long bloody last, it’s the TARDIS. The Doctor’s here, again, but talk about last minute, again. There’s a flash of orange, but John can’t be entirely sure if that’s the blast from the bomb, as Sherlock hits it with one bullet, one perfect shot, or the inside of the ship fully materialising. Rescue, anyway.
They have escaped from the swimming pool and the snipers alive.
But, still: “Two minutes earlier would have obviously been appreciated, Doctor!” Sherlock shouts, while quickly making the gun safe. He carefully puts it in the waistband of his trousers. Maybe they need a holster or two, John considers.
“Well, yes. But you know how she is, Sherlock. We’re here now, though.” Although he might not actually apologise, the alien does at least have the decency to sound guilty, and not quite smile, as he takes them back into the Vortex. But, with Amy, Rory and Sherlock glaring at him, it would be difficult to do much else.
Sherlock lessens his look slightly. “Scotland Yard, immediately.”
Glaring at his friend, John warns, “Sherlock.”
Rolling his eyes, he adds, “Please, Doctor.”
“Thank you.” Sherlock crouches down beside him, and takes John’s hand in his. One squeeze, no words. Reassured, safe, alive, thank God (and Sherlock, and the Doctor), John closes his eyes, and listens to the familiar, peaceful hum of the ship, and the click-click-click of Sherlock texting. Lestrade, he knows.
Hopefully, the Doctor will materialise her outside Scotland Yard, this time.
Because there really is only so much nonsense Lestrade will tolerate from him and Sherlock in one day.
-end-
Notes: Yes, this is "established relationship" between Team TARDIS and Team Baker Street, and no, I don't know how they got to this. Yet XD
Short exchange here - http://laurab1.livejournal.com/514994.html
Author - laurab1
Rating - PG
Pairing, characters - Sherlock/John, Eleven et al
Length - 325 words
Summary - possible ending to The Great Game, half crack, half crossover ;)
Spoilers - Sherlock 1.3 The Great Game, New Who S5
Disclaimer - This version of Sherlock Holmes belongs to Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss, the BBC et al. Sherlock Holmes as created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle is in the public domain. Doctor Who belongs to the BBC. None of these people are mine.
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
HIVE MIND XD I think this was suggested as a deus ex machina in the squee post for The Great Game on http://community.livejournal.com/sherlockbbc/
I Need You By My Side
by Laura
There’s every possibility that they won’t escape from this alive, John considers, watching Sherlock aim his (their) gun at the bomb, while the laser sights of Moriarty’s (or so he says) snipers’ rifles dance red and angry on their chests.
And, then, thank God, a familiar noise, from the familiar engines of a familiar ship: wheeze grind wheeze grind wheeze grind.
At long bloody last, it’s the TARDIS. The Doctor’s here, again, but talk about last minute, again. There’s a flash of orange, but John can’t be entirely sure if that’s the blast from the bomb, as Sherlock hits it with one bullet, one perfect shot, or the inside of the ship fully materialising. Rescue, anyway.
They have escaped from the swimming pool and the snipers alive.
But, still: “Two minutes earlier would have obviously been appreciated, Doctor!” Sherlock shouts, while quickly making the gun safe. He carefully puts it in the waistband of his trousers. Maybe they need a holster or two, John considers.
“Well, yes. But you know how she is, Sherlock. We’re here now, though.” Although he might not actually apologise, the alien does at least have the decency to sound guilty, and not quite smile, as he takes them back into the Vortex. But, with Amy, Rory and Sherlock glaring at him, it would be difficult to do much else.
Sherlock lessens his look slightly. “Scotland Yard, immediately.”
Glaring at his friend, John warns, “Sherlock.”
Rolling his eyes, he adds, “Please, Doctor.”
“Thank you.” Sherlock crouches down beside him, and takes John’s hand in his. One squeeze, no words. Reassured, safe, alive, thank God (and Sherlock, and the Doctor), John closes his eyes, and listens to the familiar, peaceful hum of the ship, and the click-click-click of Sherlock texting. Lestrade, he knows.
Hopefully, the Doctor will materialise her outside Scotland Yard, this time.
Because there really is only so much nonsense Lestrade will tolerate from him and Sherlock in one day.
-end-
Notes: Yes, this is "established relationship" between Team TARDIS and Team Baker Street, and no, I don't know how they got to this. Yet XD
Short exchange here - http://laurab1.livejournal.com/514994.html