The Tardis flew through the vortex and Sherlock tapped lightly at the control panel. “Have you ever reunited with someone after disappearing for years?” He asked abruptly.
The Doctor looked up from his side of the controls and replied, “I have disappeared for centuries. You are wonder about the best way to tell John that your alive, aren't you?”
Sherlock nodded and the Doctor smiled, “One time I disappeared for two years and reintroduced my self by jumping out of a cake at my friend’s stag party.”
“I will keep that in mind,” Sherlock replied with feigned interest.
The Tardis land
Gun fire could be heard from the medial tent. John glanced at his only patient who was sleeping with the aid of powerful sedatives. A bullet shot through the air and John fell forward clutching his shoulder. Eyes watering with pain he could hear boot-clad foot steps rapidly approaching the tent. John looked up in time to see a soldier trying to enter pitch forward as a bullet caught him in the back.
Wincing in pain John crawled to the man and felt his wrist for a pulse. Unable to detect one he rolled the man over to check his neck. He froze in horror as when he saw a mass of dark curls under the helmet. Sherlock’s lifeless eyes stared
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The Child in the Woods
The Tardis landed on the bank of a quiet river and Sherlock Holmes emerged alone. He could see a boy sitting a few meters away tracing pictures into the dirt with a stick and oblivious to his presence. Sherlock circled around him, keeping out of sight in the forest of trees. When he was in position to approach the boy head on he started forward.
Sherlock observed the boy. He was wearing old clothes that covered his bony frame and he had thick brown hair despite his malnutrition. Bruises ran up both sides of his head, the pattern suggesting they were intentional blows from an adult. Sherlock knew they would leave him partially deaf. The boy
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Kingdom Hearts 2 The Little Engine That Could pt1
Part 1
*It was early in the morning when a little boy named Eric was reading a book. Then his older sister Jill comes in*
Jill: *smirks* Whatcha reading, Eric?
Eric: *smiles* About the little engine and the toys it brings! It's a birthday train and tomorrow's my birthday!
Jill: *smirks teasingly* Ha ha! Birthday train full of toys? I just can't believe you're really believe that.
Eric: Sure I do. It'll come!
Jill: *walks away from him* Don't hold your breath. *her right hand holds the door and turn her head to her little brother, Eric* This is not gonna be any little engines or birthday trains gonna be here.
Eric: It'll come. I know i
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wholock:The Strange 'Disease' chapter 11
Syntrixian Council
The leader sat in his dining throne, guzzling down earthly formaldehyde. The preserving fluid sloshed over his black robes when he bobbed his head back and forth to swallow. His feathers were sleek with the droplets that fell. The sight would have been quite energizing to see, a bird of prey, glistening in the sunlight with droplets of water cascading his beak, but this is not a nature documentary, this is fan fiction.
The other council members had, of course, were napping after the meal, since Viceroy had been tired of their bantering and bickering, he slipped a sleeping powder into their drinks. Viceroy had always been
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Sherlock and Doctor Who Crossover!
The Doctor sighed and ran a hand through his spikey hair.
“Bored…” he muttered. He was leaning against the TARDIS’ Console, he had run out of places to go once more and was pretty much stumped. An alarm rang out through the empty console room and the Doctor jumped to the small screen. It showed a small black hole that was no bigger than Earth the Doctor licked his lips
“Should I?” he wondered aloud
“I have been quite bored lately. This could spark up something fun to do…”
the Doctor thought for another few minutes
“Ah to hell with it!” he pulled some levers and the TARDI
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Don't Blink - A SuperWho One Shot
Dean plopped down on the cheap motel room couch, two opened bottles of beer in his hands. He offered one out to his younger brother, who accepted with a nod of gratitude, eyes still focused on his laptop.
“Okay, so, what do we know about this guy?”
“Nothing, that’s the weird thing.” Sam starts, pausing for a sip of the amber liquid. “I’ve torn the internet apart, Dean. There are all kinds of people that claim to have seen a blue police box appearing and disappearing, all over the world. Alien spotters, conspiracy theorists, they all can agree on that, and it fits.”
“But let me guess, no na
John Watson stood at the grave of his best friend holding a watch in his hands. The early morning fog curled around him as he clutched it, feeling the clasp bite into his palm. It was just another painful reminder that Sherlock was gone. This stupid pocket watch.
He sat down on the grass and traced the circles etched on its case, remembering a time when when he had felt a living presence behind the doors. He had not seen it since a few months before his best friend’s death and now, two years latter, it had appeared on his door step.
John closed his eyes as he remembered the bizarre situation that had led to his knowledge of the watch.
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The Curse of the New Heart
The events that took place on the roof were still a bit of a blur to Sherlock. He could remember his fear, the hopelessness that had engulfed him as he called John to say goodbye. He fell, and everything turned black. Then he woke up.
The next few days had been worse than his panic in Dartmoor. He had found himself alone in an old sewer tunnel, lost and without his phone. All he had was his blood stained clothes and a pocket watch.
He was unscathed, but everything felt off. His mind was working faster than ever, but at the same time he did not feel overwhelmed. At least not by the work. The new, random, impossible information flooding his