Untitled Sherlock/Doctor Who crossover - Part 1It's in his pocket.Untitled Sherlock/Doctor Who crossover - Part 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
An old fob watch hanging on a silver chain, clinging with all its might to the woolen fabric as if afraid of losing its owner.
The owner himself does not pay it much mind. He never looks at it it is unnecessary it is just a watch and it is a good weight there in his pocket keeping him grounded when his mind goes out of his head and is soaring somewhere in cosmos collecting facts and theories.
No, he doesn't need to look at it. His nimble fingers have run its edges sharp and have traced the delicate pattern countless times over the years. They know every curve, every line and they will never reveal this secret to another person, another human. This is his and it will stay that way, hidden within the depths of his coat and giving him a sense of home, however mad that sounds to his own ears. You can't have home in a clock.
Untitled Sherlock/Doctor Who crossover - Part 3When the door closes, that is when the vibrations start.Untitled Sherlock/Doctor Who crossover - Part 32 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
It starts as a gentle humming inside the watch which quickly rises in velocity into a desperate, deafening rhythm "Open me open me open me openme openme openme openmeopenmeopenme!" the four beats command.
Sherlock Holmes scrutinizes the contraption before his eyes, taking anew all the details in the design, every line, every indentation. Inside his palm, under his watchful eye and spilling out between his fingers golden tendrils whiff around the now quiet watch, painting kaleidoscope patterns in the air only to vaporise again.
The tendrils reach out to him, like a child silently begging to be lifted up. But they cannot reach. They hover inches over the watch. Waiting. The beating has stopped but he still recalls the command.
And with a snap the watch is open.
It wastes no time. The tendrils rush to his face, cruel hands that they are. As they touch him, seep into his skin, every cell is being twisted, re-awakened an
Untitled Sherlock/Doctor Who crossover - part 2It is afterwards when Molly has helped him because he needed her that the old chain finally decides to give way and the fob watch clatters to the floor.Untitled Sherlock/Doctor Who crossover - part 22 years ago in Drama More Like This
For a moment he stands there, transfixed, eyes upon the watch.
Except that he isn't really looking. Not at it. His eyes are darting over the chain, the broken link, the spot on the floor right next to the watch and then Molly's fingers as she gingerly takes it up and runs her sleeve over it, wiping imagined dust away.
"It is beautiful," she whispers and wraps his hands around it, her fingers still interlaced in the chain.
When there is no reaction from him, she dares the question, "Does it open?", a slight awe to her voice. He abruptly looks at her, gazes into her wide eyes and the thought crosses his mind that her eyes should be blue. Or perhaps it is that his should be brown?
He shakes it off and answers as if reciting a line: "It is broken. It is an old relic."
"Oh," she says, a little disap
Sontaran Encounter - (11th Doctor/River/Jack)The Doctor and River run into Jack, who's a bit befuddled about their relationship.Sontaran Encounter - (11th Doctor/River/Jack)2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Jack shot at one of the bulky figures over the wooden barricade he was hiding behind. Blaster fire and grenades exploded all around him, peppering him with debris.
He ducked back behind his barricade and changed out the charge pack in his gun. A lanky man ran up, slipped in the shale, and joined him behind the barricade. The floppy haired individual stared up at him in shock.
"Jack! What are you doing here?" he said in a high pitched, surprised voice.
"Shooting people," Jack said, and took a couple of potshots over the barrier. "Who the hell are you?"
"Jack," the man said with a trace of hurt. "It's me."
"Gonna have to be more specific than that," Jack said, sighting down his gun. "I know a lot of me's."
"Oh, right, the face."
Jack's head whipped around at that. He scanned the man in front of him, young, pretty mouth, thick hair, wearing, good god, a bow tie and tweed. "Doctor?"
The man grinned.