file - J.Watson - ATTRACTIVESherlock looked up from his laptop. John sat opposit him. He stared at John a for few moments, before going back to his computer. file > J. Watson Has dark-blue eyes you easily get lost in. Ash-sandy-blond hair I want to ruffle my hands through. Is fit. He has a way of smiling that makes me want to do things I never thought of doing before. He...Sherlock stopped typing. Did he really think of John like that. Sherlock looked up again. This time meeting Johns eyes. They kept their eyes locked for a few seconds. Then John looked away, almost looking embarassed.'Interesting... He seemed flustered by just looking at me. Let's test something, shall we.' Sherlock darted upward and walked over to John.John looked up quickly, then returned to his own laptop. Sherlock leaned over his shoulder and whispered in John's ear."John,I'm running a little experiment. I'm going to ask you a few... personal question. And you're going to answer every question I ask with yes or no. No ma
He's Gone.It was two years since Sherlock was gone.John was doing bad. His psychomatic leg began again a few weeks after Sherlock's death. He was the drug against it after all. John's drug was dead.John had cried very often.Lestrade had come by sometimes to drink a cup of coffee.Had asked how he was doing."And... How.. How are you?.." Lestrade would ask hesitating."I'm fine." John would answer. They all knew that was a lie. Even John. Especially John. After 5 month of walking again with a cane, John's leg became worse. He was given a wheelchair, and moved to a carehouse. He lived there for a year.Losing his mind little by little. Sure Molly, Lestrade, mrs. Hudson and even Mycroft would visit. But it was no use.John was dying inside. After another year, he couldn't do anything anymore.On his last day he remembered that when he started to black-out, he heard a voice say his name. A familiar voice. He didn't open his eyes. If he had, he might have been here right now.Sherlock was gone for
This is itThis is itThis is how it starts.You watch it, and you fall in love.It happens, no matter what your initial reason for watching it was. It might have been all the rage, or maybe you wanted to know what everyone was talking about; maybe it was by mistake, or there was nothing else on. Oh, I don't know, maybe you just wanted to see a little more of that famous Harkness grin: no matter the reason, you will fall.And it doesn't matter how much you've watched, either: sitting faithfully through every episode, or just following Christopher, David and Matt, or catching a bit here and there. Doesn't matter. Love.This is how it goes.The whole world is different now, adventure could hide behind every corner, your eyes keep scanning for the blue box in the crowd. You learn the whooshing and whirring and clicks and clacks by heart, in case you hear it before you see it. You keep your bags packed, all ready, under your bed, in case you'll have to leave in a hurry. You try to guess
Farewell To The DoctorAnd he knows.It's time.The song must end.And there's no turning back.He doesn't want to go.But he doesn't have a second chance.Not this time.And he remembers while he waits.He remembers her.Her smile.Her tender and love to him.The way she always looked at him, and how it made his hearts beat faster.The way he always felt when they hold hands.And amongst all that...He remembered those great times.When he thought, he believed... he could be with her.Perhaps, the Universe would give him a chance.A ridiculous moment.A miracle.And he wanted to believe that nothing would separate them.But he knew. He always knew that it could never happen.Because he was a Time Lord.And she was a human.So he tried not to think about that.But then, he realized that they could never have a happy ever after.The Universe talked again, and she was taken away from him. Forever.Or at least it looked like.She was so clever, and she found the way to find her way back to him.That was she. Br
The Lonely DoctorThe Doctor, a lord of timeTravels everywhere in time and spaceBut he doesn't have a dime.The last of his raceMade homelessThrough the Great Time WarBut When we feel all is lost and hopelessHe saves the universe once more The Doctor has never been thanked, everFor his countless good deeds.Even though his plans are always clever,A loving companion there to help him is what he needs.But in the end, they leave him, are lost, or dieAnd the Doctor is alone again, in a ship with no crew.Some days, he will stand in the TARDIS and cryBecause his hearts are torn in two.
Still Not GingerThe Doctor had decided to dye his hair.“Well, Rose, not going to be regenerating anymore,” he said cheerfully. “And that means I’ve got to find another way to be ginger.”“Yes, but…you’re going to dye it?” she asked. “I like your hair, you know. It’s nice. Suits you.”“But I want to be ginger!” he’d whined, and it wasn’t like it was her hair to control, so she’d sighed and agreed to buy him some hair dye. Once he had the packet, he’d frowned, proclaimed it to be “not ginger enough,” and proceeded to add some sort of strange alien chemical to it. Rose had her doubts about changing the composition of the stuff, but he’d insisted that it would be fine, and he was the Doctor, after all.“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” she asked him, arms folded as he shooed her out of the bathroom.“Ye
RoseShe will meet him one rainy night,When destiny interferes,He will be her hero,To chase away her fears.He will tell her she is beautiful,And they will dance the night away,She will stay no matter what,Through the brilliance of each day.She will tightly clutch his hand,And never leave his side,He will always protect her,Each time the stars collide.He will consider her an equal,As their minds and souls both merge,She will feel the anguish,But his heart will not diverge.She will risk everything for him,The oncoming storm,He will follow her into the dark,To feel her safe and warm.He will echo through her dreams,Burn up a sun just to say goodbye,She will cry silent tears,Still waiting for his reply.She will save his entire world,Fracturing time and space,He will make all her dreams come true.Now he has had his last embrace.He is forever cursed to walk alone,So this is what he must do,She will feel the heartache,Because he is not you.She will make her choice,B
Ten Little DaleksTen little Daleks off th'assembly lineOne overloaded and then there were nine.Nine little Daleks cried EX-TER-MIN-ATE!A sonic beam nailed one and then there were eight.Eight little Daleks traveling the heavensOne met the Bad Wolf Being, then there were seven.Seven little Daleks had London in a fixAn old truck ran one down and then there were six.Six little Daleks, very much aliveOne caught Movellan plague and then there were five.Five little Daleks on a frigid shoreOne went into the lake and then there were four.Four little Daleks in New York CityOne got a conscience and then there were three.Three little Daleks in the Coal Hill SchoolOne met with Ace's bat and then there were two.Two little Daleks making people runOne's way was blocked with stones and then there was one.One little Dalek, left all aloneIt self-destructed and then there were none.
Unforgivable Sin"NO!" The Doctor sat bolt upright with a desperate cry, abject terror shining in his wide eyes. His body was unbelievably tense and his stomach tied in a tight, binding knot. His breathing hitched and stopped as for an eternity of a moment he sat paralyzed in fear, startled and nearly swallowed by the darkness around him."Doctor?" His wife whispered beside him. Rose's voice seemed small, even insignificant in comparison to the deafening stillness and silence that assaulted the Doctor's mind. He instinctually glanced around the room to try and insist to his mind that it had all been a dream and that he was awake again, but his attention was still captured by the raw, unchecked panic that surged through his single heart at what he had just seen, experienced, and done again.At once, even as he subconsciously recognized the secure room around him and Rose by his side, the pure horror of his dream rushed back upon him so fast and so hard that he nearly choked. He was