I’m pretty sure Death and Rory are on a first name basis by now…
Just imagine what Jack and Death are like
GUYS. THE THING IN THE BACK
hOLY SHIT
i’ve reblogged this like three times and I HAVE NEVER SEEN THA`T
THE SILENCE
IT’S SO GOOD IT WENT UNNOTICED
may or may not have gone and fixed lestrades wikipedia page…… ;)
AU - Wholock With Nine {requested by anon}
└ The world is at threat from an alien invasion but the Doctor still finds time to irritate the British Government.
AU - Irene Adler & Captain Jack {requested by anon}
WHOLOCK; Moriarty is disappointed with his new partner, the Master
Sweet Odin on a pogo stick - MARTY THIS IS PERFECT.
Loki strode through the museum, smirking to himself, London was going to be the perfect place to start this entire production.
He rounded a corner and hoisted his staff, swinging it through fully two-hundred-and-seventy degrees to connect with the security guard’s face even as the man turned to question him, sending him flying. The body slid along the marble floor and came to a halt in the middle of the crowd - silence fell as he glared around at the men and women in evening wear.
Then someone screamed and the panic began.
Sherlock and John, at the back of the room, didn’t even have to look at each other.
“Should we-“
“Absolutely.” Sherlock cut his blogger off before catching John by one cuff and dragging him through the crowd, out a side door and almost slamming bodily into Dean Winchester, lurking in the shadows as usual.“Do I even want to know what you’re doing here?”
“He bought me. Something about an event that I can help out with?” Dean jerked a thumb over his shoulder and Sherlock leaned to one side, biting back a groan as he spotted the man in the glasses and the brown pin-striped suit, sonic screwdriver hanging at his side as he observed the chaos with one eyebrow raised.
“Is that-” John began, but Sherlock cut him off, again.
“Yes, it is, now be quiet!”Lok strode through the crowd, allowing his outfit to morph from the suit-and-tie to his leather and metal Asgardian ensemble, complete with his massive horned helmet. He then proceeded to cast a half-dozen copies of himself around the square, herding the panicked crowd back into a confined space before slamming the staff onto the ground.
“Kneel before me.”
Lestrade, at the edge of the crowd, recognised the threat immediately and began shouting for people to obey.
“Do as he says!”
“KNEEL!” Loki shouted, not even acknowledging the D.I.’s attempts to get the rest of the humans present to do as he said.Sherlock, just out of sight, poked his head around the edge of the building and his eyes widened in shock as he saw that the man who had just moments ago been in a rather dapper bespoke suit was now dressed in black leather and gold, holding a staff that emitted a strange blue light and raising his hands above the now-kneeling crowd, beginning a speech about how this was the natural state of humanity.
“Loki?” The Doctor’s eyebrows drew together as he recognised the green-eyed god, and Dean chuckled.
“Look at the guy’s helmet.”
“Do you really think now is the best time to joke, Dean?” Sherlock demanded, even as John tugged at his cuff, attempting to get his attention - there was a holographic copy of the god approaching the four of them, in the alley behind the museum. They were about to be caught.
“Sorry.” Dean muttered, just as the Loki-copy found them.
SCREECHING. Yes please.
In which Sherlock goes missing, and John realizes that Harold Saxon may not be all that he says he is.
Superwhoavengerlock
“What have I to fear?”
Wholock (x)
Based on “The Sontaran Stratagem” dialogue.
“No such thing as secrecy, I own secrecy. With Torchwood’s codes, I could blow up the Doctor and all his friends in alphabetical order. In a world of terror, the man with the key to killing the most feared being in all the cosmos is king. And honey, you should see me in a crown.”
This is really well done, I love it.
WHOLOCKTREK
“We haven’t quite gotten the knack of the time-traveling feature yet, Captain,” said Scottie after Captain Kirk had tired of orbiting the planet of the pterodactyl-like creatures. “However, there seems to be a lot of… er… wibbly-wobblyness on the planet below.”“Mr Scott, can you please replace that with a more… technical term?” asked Spock, who was listening with his Captain.
—-
“Well, look at this! An exploration ship from Starfleet!” exclaimed the Doctor excitedly, rolling his rs occasionally with his northern accent. Rose Tyler and Jack Harkness looked to the sky above just before hearing a loud sound and watching three people appear before them.“Captain James T Kirk, of the starship Enterprise,” said one, holding out his hand to the Doctor. “This is my first officer, Mr Spock, and Dr McCoy.”
(“Captain,” Jack thought, “that’s a nice title.”)
“Oh, it’s fantastic to meet you!” replied the Doctor, shaking Kirk’s hand and smiling widely. “This is Rose, my plus-one, and Jack, who we saved from being killed by his own mistake. I’m the Doctor.”
“Pleasure is ours. Now, sir, would you happen to know anything about fixing time-travel mechanisms?”
—-
Mycroft was exasperated by the time John turned on speakerphone so Sherlock was forced to listen to him.
“Sherlock, would you please explain why there’s a starship sitting at my secure military airbase, with a fellow who calls himself ‘the Doctor’ and a man with pointy ears and a whole cast of characters asking for you?”
“Send them over,” he said dismissively before punching the “end” button on John’s phone. Seeing his companion’s confused look, he explained, “It’s the Doctor, John. The one we’ve met a few times already. Apparently he’s run into a 23rd-century crew and fixed their oversized vortex manipulator, but only temporarily as they have crashed right at home—for Rose Tyler, at least. He needs a consulting detective because he suspects a worm on the ship and then he needs a banana grove.”
Three doctors.
Three bromances.
And all the cleverness and logic of time and space.
