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"It is said that in the final days of Planet Earth, everyone had bad dreams. To the west of the north of that world, the human race did gather, in a celebration of the pagan rite to banish the cold and the dark. Each and every one of those people had dreamt of the terrible things to come. But they forgot. Because they must. They forgot their nightmares. Of fire and war and insanity. They forgot. Except for one..."
- - - -
John Watson awoke with a start. He'd had the nightmare, the same nightmare he'd had for weeks now. That face… laughing, taunting.
Sherlock was having nightmares too, but he said he'd forgotten them.
John pulled a hand through his hair, and sat up straight. The room was a bit of a blur. All he could make out were the red and green Christmas lights that Mrs. Hudson had draped across the room, as her little way to make the flat look festive. He waited for the dizziness to pass, and then made his way to the kitchen, where he found his flat-mate solving Su-Dokus and eating toast.
He was about to say good morning, but the words hung in his throat as something caught his eye. Sherlock had put his toast down, and had almost his full attention set on finishing the puzzle, but his left hand, the hand not holding the pen, was resting on the table. His index finger was restlessly tapping as he wrote. He didn't know what it was, but there was something John didn't like about the rhythm.
"Sherlock?" he asked, eyes fixed on the detective's fingers.
He replied "Hmm?", his eyes not leaving the newspaper.
John shook his head, and moved towards the fridge. "Never mind. Do we have any milk left?"
"'Fraid not," Sherlock said through a mouthful of toast.
Sighing, John turned back around to face his flat-mate, and frowned. All he could hear was their breathing, the gentle traffic outside, and…
One-two-three-four.
- - - -
John Watson awoke with a start. He'd had the nightmare, the same nightmare he'd had for weeks now. That face… laughing, taunting.
Sherlock was having nightmares too, but he said he'd forgotten them.
John pulled a hand through his hair, and sat up straight. The room was a bit of a blur. All he could make out were the red and green Christmas lights that Mrs. Hudson had draped across the room, as her little way to make the flat look festive. He waited for the dizziness to pass, and then made his way to the kitchen, where he found his flat-mate solving Su-Dokus and eating toast.
He was about to say good morning, but the words hung in his throat as something caught his eye. Sherlock had put his toast down, and had almost his full attention set on finishing the puzzle, but his left hand, the hand not holding the pen, was resting on the table. His index finger was restlessly tapping as he wrote. He didn't know what it was, but there was something John didn't like about the rhythm.
"Sherlock?" he asked, eyes fixed on the detective's fingers.
He replied "Hmm?", his eyes not leaving the newspaper.
John shook his head, and moved towards the fridge. "Never mind. Do we have any milk left?"
"'Fraid not," Sherlock said through a mouthful of toast.
Sighing, John turned back around to face his flat-mate, and frowned. All he could hear was their breathing, the gentle traffic outside, and…
One-two-three-four.
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"That's it. You've got to go to bed, Sherlock." John snaps the laptop in front of his flatmate's face shut.
"For the last time, John, I'm. Not. Tired."
The ex-army doctor sighs, planting his face in one hand, running it down until his chin is resting on the heel of his hand. "Sherlock. You haven't slept in over two days."
Sherlock turns sharply. "I'm on a case! I don't need sleep, I need answers!"
"Sherlock. Alexander. Holmes." Mrs Hudson had slipped weeks ago and given up Sherlock's middle name, but John hadn't had to use it until now. "You are on a case. You need sleep to get answers."
"Where did you-"
John yanks the nicoti
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“It was the dog.”
They’re the first words Sherlock has spoken in over five hours. His eyes fly open, bright and wide and almost inhuman, mouth parting slightly in amazement at his own deduction. He tips forward, jumping lightly down off the edge of the armchair he’d been perched on, and paces in light, long-legged strides across the lounge and back again, hands steepled under his chin. He seems afire with the light of discovery – if brain power and adrenaline were visible, Sherlock would be glowing.
“It’s the dog, it must be, it all makes sense- the smudge of mud on the skirting board, the rand
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"Doctor."
The ghost spoke softly from the spacesuit's communicator as the timelord looked on. He stared at the empty shell now slumped in the silver chair, what had once been that brilliant, mysterious woman. She had known his name and she had saved his life. She had known his name and it was whispering now out of the data trapped in the suit's neural relay. All he could do was watch, handcuffed to one of the computer's metal supports, neither able to reach his sonic screwdriver nor the modified one that had belonged to Professor River Song.
Her voice continued to trickle into the room, though her lips did not move; eyelids closed in endles
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Just sayin', this will make little to no sense to any of those who haven't seen 'Sherlock' or 'Doctor Who' (specifically 'The End of Time'), but I hope you like it.
My last Wholock drabble seemed pretty popular, so I thought I'd give it another go. Not quite sure if I like it or not. I like the idea, but not so much the way I've written it.
It was going to be longer, but I didn't know where to go from here.
'Sherlock' - (c) BBC, Moffat, Gatiss, Doyle, etc.
'Doctor Who' - (c) BBC, Moffat, etc.
Thanks for reading!
*LetsSaveTheUniverse
My last Wholock drabble seemed pretty popular, so I thought I'd give it another go. Not quite sure if I like it or not. I like the idea, but not so much the way I've written it.
It was going to be longer, but I didn't know where to go from here.
'Sherlock' - (c) BBC, Moffat, Gatiss, Doyle, etc.
'Doctor Who' - (c) BBC, Moffat, etc.
Thanks for reading!
*LetsSaveTheUniverse
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