I kinda want to write more Sherstrade….but the mild lecture I got in the comments of the one I posted kinda left a bad taste in my mouth. Sorry pining!Sherlock offended you? If i write a story i have to make it work in my own head and I’m coming from johnlock, so…
Fanwork Friday this week is career change, with the idea of putting them into another ‘verse. awabubbles convinced me to do a superwood in Firefly, and something–tookish had the brilliant idea of making John Hart my Jayne:
“I have had nothing but trouble since you two came on board!” Jack raged, swaggering towards the young man standing in front of him. “You and your brother are nothing but trouble, and I should just let the Alliance have you both.”
“But you won’t,” said Dean, fire sparking in his own eyes as he tried to stay calm.
“Your brother is crazy,” said John Hart, checking one of his guns.
Dean swung around at him. “Sam isn’t crazy. And how do we know it wasn’t you that tipped off the Alliance?”
“Enough,” growled Jack, aware the others were watching them on the catwalk above. Shepherd Castiel leaned on the rail next to Ianto, looking as put together as ever, Gwen was his second in command and Tosh took care of the engines. Owen was his pilot. “Take care of your brother, the rest of you get back to work.” Jack stalked towards the bridge.
Ianto slipped next to him. “I need to know where we’re going next so I can arrange clients.”
Jack stopped and looked at him, wondering once again what Ianto was doing as a Companion. “Badger has some work for us, so that’s where we’re going.”
“Thank you, Captain,” he said formally, turning to go back to his room. Jack watched him walk away.
“I don’t know why you don’t take advantage of that,” John appeared next to him, leering.
“He’s off limits to crew, you know that.” Jack suddenly grabbed the front of John’s shirt and pushed him up against the wall. “You better not be selling out Dean and Sam. They’re on this ship, they’re crew. Dean pulls his weight around here. You sell them out, you sell all of us.”
“I know, I know, Captain. Fact still stands that Sam’s nuts.”
“When I want your opinion I’ll tell you what it is. Leave Dean and Sam alone.” Jack turned towards the bridge again.
Cas stopped him just as he turned another corner. “I do hope you are not seeking to remove Sam from this vessel.”
“Of course not, Shepherd. Just don’t need more attention on ourselves. “
There was a loud clang from the engine room. “Tosh?” Jack headed down to investigate.
“Everything’s shiny,” said Tosh, vanishing around behind some equipment.
Jack shook his head and turned back for the bridge.
Gwen stopped him just before he got there. “You have John under control?”
“Leave John to me, Gwen.”
She looked him in the eyes, then relented, letting him finally reach the bridge. Owen was sitting at the pilot’s console. “We’ll be there in about five hours.”
“Were you planning on berating me too?”
Owen shrugged. “I’ll let Gwen handle that.” He got up. “Badger knows we’re coming.” He wandered off, leaving the Captain alone.
Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Jack jumped as he raised his head and found Sam watching him. “No, I’m not kicking you and your brother off,” he said gently.
Sam curled up in the pilot’s seat, surprisingly well, considering his size. He watched the stars go by. Jack reached over and patted his knee. “You’re both safe here, far as I’m concerned.”
He didn’t respond to the touch or the words. Jack sighed and leaned back, watching the view as well and enjoying the brief moment of quiet.
(not on AO3, debating if I should)
So to get to 51% of the electorate the Republicans are going to have to pull some votes from previously offended demographics.
the greatest part of yesterdays episode. now wheres the womens part?
She kills it every single time on that show. Every. Single. Time.
i love her haha
One, two, three, four.
I declare a time war.
Five, six, seven, eight.
Daleks scream, “EXTERMINATE”.
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve.
The Doctor died; the Silence fell.Twelve, eleven, ten, nine.
Here he goes, back in time.
Eight, seven, six, five.
Saving everybody’s lives.
Four, three, two, one.
Grab her hand, and whisper,“Run.”
A little something I decided to do after seeing this amazing post.
God bless the Whovians. uwu
holy hell this has almost 500 notes im cry
Is it weird that ‘run’ gave me chills? It’s weird. But whatever, still happened.
If I were writing BBC Sherlock…
and I wanted to have my audience root for a Mary/John relationship. To see their deep, undying love and devotion. You know what I would do?
I’d show John proposing and Mary’s reaction and teared up eyes and emotional acceptance.
I’d show their wedding vow exchange so we can hear and see how much they care for one another.
I’d show domestic joy in a simple fluff scene. Even if it’s just sharing a morning coffee.
I’d show her comforting him after his obviously still occurring nightmares and grounding him emotionally when he’s unstable.
I’d show them saying “I love you” at least once.
I’d show her face after he is pulled from the fire, or survived a bomb or survived CAM. Some sort of “oh thank god he’s still here” moment.
I wouldn’t go out of my way to hire an ACTUAL MARRIED COUPLE who have fantastic chemistry irl and bounce off one another so perfectly, and then squash, conceal and ruin it on screen.
You know, unless of course I didn’t want my viewers to see them as a happy couple in love… Then I’d probably have someone else do those things with John instead. 😉
Absolutely bloody perfect.
