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      Bumping into the Doctor on the street was an accident. Seeing him at a party was a coincidence. Meeting him again before you died at the hands--well, eye stalk of a Dalek was fate. And now you stepped into the TARDIS, not knowing it would change your life forever.     "Holy shi-" The Doctor quickly put his index finger on your lips. "I try to keep it PG here if you don't mind," he said and let go of your lips and turned away toward the middle of the TARDIS. You rolled your eyes, "How about R?" He Doctor spun around and took one long step back to you, slightly embarrassed by your question. "How about no." The Doctor's finger poked the

 We have no evidence. We have no idea where his safe houses are. MH Find them. SH I have my best men on it. Only time will tell. MH I need it now. SH There is only so much that can be done. MH I know you worry about your wife, but you're there. In her home. The only harm that will come to her, is what you do. MH Sherlock growled lowly at his phone, tossing it off to the side. Despite how uncomfortable the floor was, he was still propped up against the wall outside your room waiting. He knew you had to come out of your room sometime and until then, he would wait. The brunette was determined to find out something, anything, that would hel

Chapter 1: You’re an idiot    Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was a young boy by the name of Sherlock Holmes. He was different from the other children and bullied for it, not that he really cared. He had a friend, someone who he could talk to about anything and everything when he returned home from school, and that was Redbeard, his dog, aka his arch-enemy when at sea when playing pirates.    He groomed that dog every night, brushing it’s fur and tidying him up before they both retreated to bed, and at one point, Sherlock even wanted to start brushing the poor dogs teeth, like he had to, but Mycroft wouldn’t all

A Study in You    It was the usual Friday evening after a long hard week at work; you worked in an office, nothing interesting going on besides the odd gossip about your boss sleeping with his secretary, heck of a highlight…    Anderson had arranged a little fangroup meeting about Sherlock Holmes and his mysteries. It’s not like there was much else to do… so you decided to go and join the group of mixed people, ranging from teenagers to a few elders; all interested and fascinated by the detectives work and methods.    You’d been quite the fan ever since you saw him in the newspapers in his silly little hat. Such

A Desperate Time calls for Desperate Measures    “Bored.” Sherlock moaned on the usual Monday as he watched you crawl out of bed early morning. Lately, no cases took his fancy, nothing could get him interested and you certainly weren’t giving him any murder cases from work, as you were the new Detective Inspector at Scotland Yard since Greg took leave.    You can’t say you liked the early mornings but a job was a job and you’d been temporarily promoted to the boss, Donovan’s and Anderson’s boss, “Maybe you’ll get a case today, I don’t know, Sherlock.” you replied, getting d

You jumped when, as usual, the door to your flat was flung open but this time you’d taken preventative action. The door hit the bumper you’d installed and bounced back to hit Sherlock’s shoulder and side with almost as much force as he’d used to fling it open. You tried really hard to stifle a giggle as he stumbled back, giving the door a death glare before turning to you to accuse, “You installed a bumper.” You shrugged going back the painting you were working on as you articulated, “If you would stop throwing my door open like a crazed maniac, things like that wouldn’t happen.” He huff