Everyone had bad dreams."It is said that in the final days of Planet Earth, everyone had bad dreams. To the west of the north of that world, the human race did gather, in a celebration of the pagan rite to banish the cold and the dark. Each and every one of those people had dreamt of the terrible things to come. But they forgot. Because they must. They forgot their nightmares. Of fire and war and insanity. They forgot. Except for one..."Everyone had bad dreams. in Drama More Like This
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John Watson awoke with a start. He'd had the nightmare, the same nightmare he'd had for weeks now. That face laughing, taunting.
Sherlock was having nightmares too, but he said he'd forgotten them.
John pulled a hand through his hair, and sat up straight. The room was a bit of a blur. All he could make out were the red and green Christmas lights that Mrs. Hudson had draped across the room, as her little way to make the flat look festive. He waited for the dizziness to pass, and then made his way to the kitchen, where he found his flat-mate solving Su-Doku
Succumb.John heard the familiar sound of post coming through the letterbox as it hit the ground with a papery thud. He looked up from where he'd been typing to peek at Sherlock. He was sat at the desk, with his elbows on the table. His hands were brought together, touching only at the fingertips, gently at his mouth. Deep in thought, John decided. He had half expected his flat-mate to get up to collect whatever letters had arrived. Smirking, John dismissed the idea and left the room.Succumb. in General Fiction More Like This
A single letter sat on the doormat, illuminated by the light that dripped through the window. As John came closer to it, he noticed that there was no address - only the words 'Dr. Watson' written in scrawled handwriting. Opening the door, he looked out onto the street to see if it's deliverer was still nearby, but all he saw was a taxi driving away down the end of Baker Street.
He picked up the letter, and began to open it as he walked back up the stairs to the flat. The first thing he noticed was a not
That's it?When Sherlock Holmes woke up, he was on the sofa, in his dressing gown. He rubbed his eyes and deduced that he must have fallen asleep in it the night before.That's it? in Horror More Like This
The night before
He narrowed his eyes. He had absolutely no recollection of the previous night.
He sat upright on the sofa and ran his hand through his hair.
He looked up and saw John sitting on the windowsill, staring at the passing traffic, with his mobile sat next to him. Sherlock pressed his fingers against his eyelids.
"Can you pass me the coffee?", he said, gesturing lazily to the steaming mug on the table opposite John.
John continued to sit there, and sighed to himself, but ignored his flat mate.
"John." Sherlock tried again. The doctor was never usually this annoyed with him so early on in the morning. "The coffee, please?" Still no response.
A few seconds passed, and then John picked up the coffee, and drank it himself. Sherlock snorted quietly.
"Charming," he said "You're getting better and better at ignoring me
Spectacularly ignorant.John came up the stairs, two by two, with a heavy shopping bag in each hand. As he reached the top of the stairs, he carefully took both bags in his left hand, using his right to open the door.Spectacularly ignorant. in Humor More Like This
He started to say "I've got the shopping, but they'd run out of your favourite brand of coffee, so I bought..." and then he saw his flat-mate.
Sherlock was sat on the sofa, with his head hanging upside-down off the edge, and his legs against the wall. His sleeves were pulled up to his elbows, and John could see nicotine patches, three of them, neatly lined up and working away.
The floor was almost completely covered in books. Most were open, and face down. John couldn't stand that. He had no idea how many times he'd told Sherlock to use a bookmark. The sofa where he... 'sat' was surrounded by piles of books, towering high. There were pieces of paper pinned to the wall, upside-down, naturally, so that Sherlock could read them clearly in his current bat-like state.
"I take it you've found a case i
A doggone nuisance."Tah-rah-rah-boom-dee-ay! Tah-rah-rah-boom-dee-ay!"A doggone nuisance. in Humor More Like This
The Doctor cheerfully sung to himself as he danced around the TARDIS control column. He and the Ponds had just returned from England, 1903, and in rather a rush, too. It seems that the royal family doesn't take kindly to magical blue boxes appearing suddenly at the palace. But, all things considered, they'd made a nice day of it, and also had a tour of the place on the way out. Which was lovely, the Doctor thought.
Amy and Rory had run ahead to get changed before their dinner in modern-day Versailles, leaving the Doctor alone in the console room, happily pressing buttons, and-
The TARDIS lurched to one side, sending the Doctor flying across the room. After a few seconds, he got up slowly, straightened his bow tie and said "Now, dear. What was all that abou-"
The TARDIS shook again, sending him flying once more. This time, he got up and stomped around the console, angrily waggling his finger. "What's the matter w