“Why me?”
“Why not?”
“I just thought… wouldn’t you rather take, I don’t know, I mean-“
“Sherlock? Nah. Between you and me, Molly, he doesn’t seem like he’d be much fun. I like to have fun every now and again, keeps me young. And I’d have to keep apologising for him. I have enough trouble keeping track of who I need to apologise to for myself, I can’t be having that.”
“John, then? You said… it was dangerous, and I’m not- I mean, I don’t know how to fight or anything.”
“Not a big fan of fighting myself. You don’t mind about that by the way, do you? That it’s dangerous.”
“…No.”
“Well then. What’s the problem?”
→ Eleven&Amy Time Lady&Human (remake)
My name is John Smith. I guess you could say I used to be an ‘ordinary bloke’; a little bit on the awkward side with a boring job and a small flat next to the pub. A year ago I saw a box falling right out of the sky, and then a woman coming out of the box. She called herself the Doctor. She was ginger, she talked a lot and she took my hand and we started running. We haven’t stopped since.
She calls me ‘her stupid idiot’. She hates my clothes. I don’t know what I would do without her.
(inspired by this beautiful, brilliant thing)
Two years after the fall he turned up. He was a genius, after all. He needed to be appreciated. He needed to show off what he could do. He needed to show them that he defeated death. Well, sort of. The only thing that stopped John Watson from finding him and killing him, even if that costed him his life, was Mycroft Holmes. Give me time, he said. I’ll find out what happened. And although none of them said it out loud, they both hoped the same thing - that Sherlock was still alive. But nothing could make Jim Moriarty talk. Nothing except one thing Mycroft had. Only thing that mattered. His childhood hero. The Doctor.
Christmas Request ~ Scotty/Bones, spy/mafia!AU
To Nadja
AU MEME → star trek xi in a post-apocalyptic world.
“when the levee breaks and manhattan sinks, there won’t be water fit to drink. (♫)”
Holy crap. I would watch the shit out of this.
