I wrote a happy, probably a bit cracky, superwholock christmas fic. It’s a Christmas party at Torchwood Three:
Christmas at Cardiff
“Hurry up Sherlock, or we’ll be late!” John pulled on his coat and picked up the case of wine they were bringing.
“A Christmas party. Dull.” Sherlock grumbled as he finally appeared and pulled on his coat and scarf.
“I don’t think dull is in Jack Harkness’s vocabulary. Come on, lets see if the Doctor forgot he was our ride.”
John hurried down the stairs like a kid on Christmas morning. Sure enough the blue box was waiting across the street, Doctor leaning on the door. “Someone order a lift to Cardiff?” He grinned.
Sherlock rolled his eyes while John smiled back. There was a moment of disorientation as they stepped inside, but the doctor was already flipping switching and sending the great machine groaning. Moments later the noise stopped. “Here we are,” called the Doctor, picking up a box of bananas. “Always bring a banana to a party.”
“Are we at least in the correct century this time?” Asked Sherlock. John elbowed him in the ribs.
“Right night, right party,” the Doctor led the way into the Plass, locking the door behind him as he made his way to the invisible lift.
John had only been here once before, on a case they were doing as a favor for Mycroft. Music blared as they dropped into the hub. Something fun and jazzy. Everyone else was here, by the looks of it. Tosh and Sam huddled around a computer, laughing at something. Gwen and Owen looked to be trying to teach Castiel beer pong. Ianto was hovering around the drinks and Dean and Jack seemed to be arguing by the stereo.
“Don’t you have any music made after 1975?” Grumbled Dean loudly.
Jack opened his mouth, but spotted the lift and grinned. “Would figure a Timelord would be late.”
“Had to swing by London you know.” The Doctor put the box on the table. Ianto took the wine from John and added it to the stash. Smiling, John grabbed his hand and pulled him from behind the table. “Jack, you going to make Ianto serve drinks all night?”
“I’ve got this,” called the Doctor, slipping behind the table and cracking open more bottles. Sherlock rescued a glass before something more could be added to it.
Jack came up behind Ianto and wrapped his arms around his waist. “Come on. There’s mistletoe over here.”
Ianto rolled his eyes but let himself be pulled away. John walked over to the beer pong. “Good we need a fourth,” grinned Gwen.
“You do realize I will not be affected by the consumption,” said Castiel, picking up a ball and missing.
“Oh just have fun.”
Dean must have found a way to change the music because it suddenly changed to something rock. “Hey!” Growled Jack.
“Suck it up old man.”
“Hey, watch who you’re calling old,” John moved closer to Jack. Dean looked between them, huffed and went to join Castiel at the beer pong.
Jack pulled John into a hug. Suddenly Sherlock pulled him away, glaring at Jack. “Here,” smiled the Doctor, putting drinks in their hands.
The party proceeded apace. Tosh and Sam got dragged from the computer. The Doctor seemed determined to get everyone roaring drunk. Sherlock started deducting everyone’s unhappy childhoods until John clamped a hand over his mouth and physically dragged him away.
Jack vanished into his office and emerged with a box. “Twister!” There was a groan from nearly everyone. “What?”
Soon though John was giggling as Sherlock tried to place a hand on the far side of Sam with Jack’s head perilously close to his crotch. “This is completely undignified.”
“Now you sound like Mycroft.” Jack took advantage and nudged his thigh.
“Cheating sir,” said Ianto.
Owen draped an arm around John’s shoulder. “What a sodding mess.”
“Best Christmas party I’ve been to in years,” grinned John.
Dean sat on John’s other side, sipping his own drink. “It’s something anyway.”
There was a loud muffled protest as Sam landed half on top of Sherlock. John giggled more as he tried to extricate himself while Sam laughed. Dean grinned at the sound of his brother’s laughter.
Jack got up and pulled Ianto into a sloppy kiss. Sam helped Sherlock up. John grinned at him. “Do I need to check for injuries?”
“Hey you two go play doctor somewhere else,” called Jack
The Doctor came over. “Should probably take you home anyway.”
Castiel sipped his drink and looked at Sam and Dean. Dean chugged the rest of his drink. “All right.”
Jack pouted. “Oh okay then. We’ll be in touch.”
The Doctor dropped John and Sherlock off in front of Baker Street. John stumbled up the stairs and flopped onto the couch. Sherlock chuckled and tossed a blanket over him. “Goodnight.”
“Night. Merry Christmas.”
