Title: In His Strange World
Fandom: Sherlock/Doctor Who
Author:
rosie1234
Disclaimer: Not Mine
Character/Pairing/Group: Sherlock/Amy
For: xoverland,
Prompt: Song Lyrics (Let Love In – Goo Goo Dolls)
Word Count: 193
Summary: “If you don’t stop texting me, Sherlock, I will strangle you with that ridiculous scarf of yours.”
Rating: PG-13
“If you don’t stop texting me, Sherlock, I will strangle you with that ridiculous scarf of yours.”
Even as we spoke Sherlock was busy bugging the crap out poor Watson, who by now was already used to the millions of texts he sends by the second, and I have an urge to toss the damn thing out the window.
(at least they can’t find me when I’m off with the doctor bringing back new stories to tell him)
“How else can I track you down, Pond?”
He drops the phone, if I were him I would be deathly afraid of that monthly phone bill, and tugs on my own scarf and rises his eyebrow at me.
“Mine is not as rubbish looking as yours, Sherlock.”
I was well warned that talking back to Sherlock Holmes was something no one did, until Watson came around that is, but me not talking back never happens.
“I wasn’t going to say that, Amelia, everything looks lovely on you.”
With that lovely scarf of mine he pulled me closer, leaving that dreadful phone giving Watson a breather for at least a few minutes, kissing my anger away.
Fandom: Sherlock/Doctor Who
Author:
Disclaimer: Not Mine
Character/Pairing/Group: Sherlock/Amy
For: xoverland,
Prompt: Song Lyrics (Let Love In – Goo Goo Dolls)
Word Count: 193
Summary: “If you don’t stop texting me, Sherlock, I will strangle you with that ridiculous scarf of yours.”
Rating: PG-13
“If you don’t stop texting me, Sherlock, I will strangle you with that ridiculous scarf of yours.”
Even as we spoke Sherlock was busy bugging the crap out poor Watson, who by now was already used to the millions of texts he sends by the second, and I have an urge to toss the damn thing out the window.
(at least they can’t find me when I’m off with the doctor bringing back new stories to tell him)
“How else can I track you down, Pond?”
He drops the phone, if I were him I would be deathly afraid of that monthly phone bill, and tugs on my own scarf and rises his eyebrow at me.
“Mine is not as rubbish looking as yours, Sherlock.”
I was well warned that talking back to Sherlock Holmes was something no one did, until Watson came around that is, but me not talking back never happens.
“I wasn’t going to say that, Amelia, everything looks lovely on you.”
With that lovely scarf of mine he pulled me closer, leaving that dreadful phone giving Watson a breather for at least a few minutes, kissing my anger away.
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Date: 2011-06-28 12:06 am (UTC)