BBC SH - The Case of the Dancing Men VIt was a bizarre fact about John Watson that, doctor as he was, he never really liked hospitals.The sheer impersonality, whilst practical, felt uncomfortable to him.In Afghanistan, the field hospital had been a welcome haven to return to, a place where at least he had more than the most basic equipment to treat injuries with. But, that was a far cry from the utilitarian pathways of the Newham General Hospital.Sherlock and John swept down a corridor, respectfully stepping aside for the tired-eyed nurses who came sweeping past, kept going on too-much caffeine and not enough sleep, time, money or hope.Lestrade was waiting for them outsid
BBC SH - The Case of the Dancing Men IVIn the end, it turned out that the little boy was called Greg Cooper. It cheered the child marginally to discover that the policeman who came to arrest his abductor shared his first name. Having transferred the man that Sherlock and John had intercepted into the capable hands of Sergeant Donovan and a pair of uniformed officers, big Greg stayed protectively close to the lad, only moving away once Social Services arrived with the boy’s parents. They had been frantic with worry, tiny Greg being taken from them only a few hours before. Snatched from a children’s play area in a restaurant.The man who had taken him was clearly a pe
BBC SH - The Case of the Dancing Men IIIPrisons always felt boding to Sherlock. Like enormous, sullen beasts waiting to throw off their shackles and bite.His shoes clicked neatly on the floor as he was led to the visitors' room by a guard with a distinctly amphibious face.Echoes. His mind was full of echoes. Echoes of his steps in the empty corridor. Echoes of John's angry words prior to their parting. Echoes of Cole and Tydfil's singing.Irritating. Echoes are merely repetitions of an already known quantity. What he needed was new data, not these distracting thoughts lingering and fogging his mind.Sherlock forced his fingers to stop twitching into the position of violin not
BBC SH - The Case of the Dancing Men IThe Personal Blog of Dr. John H. WatsonSherlock and I have just returned from assisting on a rather bizarre case in Dartmoor. (Remind me to elaborate further on that one as soon as the Official Secrets Act allows . . .) However, it was the incident at the car rental offices which really put the icing on the proverbial cake.Due to there not being much by way of public transport in the area, we decided to rent a car for practicality's sake. As I do not have a license, Sherlock was in charge of driving.Because I know for a fact that several members of Her Majesty's Constabulary read this blog, I will not elaborate on any specifics relating
X-Men fan fic 2 - The Flu Logan was busy scheming. In fact he was making many cunning and devious plans. He had started plotting at breakfast when he had noticed something odd. As he reached for the toast he spotted Kurt slumped forward with his head on his folded arms, a full plate of food, untouched, in front of him. This was very strange considering the individual in question. Kurt was one of those annoying skinny people who could eat anything without gaining any weight; he attributed it to the amount of energy needed to teleport. So he took full advantage of this situation
Hellsing-Millenium Poker Night Tubelcain Alhambra was frustrated. In fact he was beyond frustrated. He was just about ready to tear out his moustache. "No. No. No. No. NO!" He yelled. "For goodness sakes Rip! I've told you this ten times! That's just a normal flush, a straight flush is when they are all in ascending order." "Yeesh, chill Dandy." Rip said, shuffling the cards inexpertly. "I get it, alright?" Alhambra didn't share her calmness. She was an appallingly bad poker player and it's no fun playing against anyone who sucks THAT badly. He just knew that it was going to be a horribly long evening. He sighed and made a mental note to ask Doc for some of his medi
Millenium - The Wedding Major was confused. Very confused. He had been going around the Millenium Institution's headquarters, trying to find his loyal henchmen. They were nowhere to be found. He heard a thump and a whisper of what could have been "scheisse, he's found us!" coming from the rest area. Sticking his head around the door he found Captain sitting in the arm chair with Shrodinger sat on the arm, watching television in the darkened room. A curtain in the corner wafted gently in the breeze from the open window. Captain pressed pause. Can we help you sir? He signed. Major looked around, surprised. They looked like they had been there for some time. "Ha
NCIS - Valentines Day Ziva David was mildly confused. This was never a good state to find her in as, when she was unsure of a situation, she got annoyed and when Ziva got annoyed her Mossad training tended to kick in. Things often got more than a little bit messy after that. So, for the welfare of everyone working in the NCIS building, they did their very best to make sure she knew what was happening. Also the cleaning crew had threatened to go on strike, blood was a very stubborn stain to shift and, where a confused Ziva went, blood had a tendency to follow. One of the cleaning crew, a normally mild-mannered, elderly Mexican lady was now reduced to hysterics e
NCIS 2 - The Christmas PartyGibbs' eye was starting to twitch. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. His fingers groped instinctively towards his gun holster before he caught himself. He forced himself to take a deep steadying breath.He'd been doing so well, he'd managed a full hour and a half . . . And then they had to go and bloody well ruin it all by putting Wham on.It was the annual NCIS Christmas Eve party, normally Gibbs managed to think up of a reason to avoid having to attend but Vance, as sharp-eyed as ever, had cottoned onto the fact that Gibbs had used his Grandmother's funeral as an excuse for the past nine years running. So Gibbs had bee
BBC SH - A Study In Starlight IIIt was the insistent sort of rain.Not heavy per say. Just . . . There. Inside, it was nothing worse than a comforting sort of background noise. Outside, it was a persistent chilling percussion on your body which led to a pervasive sense of discomfort.John wiped a drip off the screen of his phone, pondering. He was sat at a bus-shelter, trying to summon the courage to ring someone.Then, before he could talk himself out of it, he pressed dial.It took a few rings before the person at the other end picked up.~Hello?"Hi Mum, it's me."~Oh, hi John! Give me a moment; I'll put you on speaker.-Is that John?"Yeah, hi Dad."-Are you a
Hobbit - Little Acts of HeroismDwarves couldn’t swim, Bilbo had been surprised to discover.There were a great many things which, although they seemed quite natural to the dwarves, initially mystified the little Hobbit. Their method of greeting each other by smashing their skulls together was only the first incident in which he became aware of their unfamiliar customs. He quickly discovered more over the next few days of travelling and, in the privacy of his head; he wryly conceded that Gandalf had been right. The world was most certainly not in his books. To be entirely truthful, he learned more about the peoples of Middle Earth from one talk with the well-educated
Hobbit - Sons of DurinThere is nothing quite so satisfying as the penetrating ache in your bones following a productive day, Bilbo reflected contentedly.Gandalf had assured them earlier that day that, if they pushed on just maybe an hour or so more, they would easily reach the edge of Mirkwood by the following evening. Their bodies stiff from riding Beorn’s ponies all afternoon, the company had elected to dismount and to walk for a while. They had done this at regular intervals throughout the day as it gave them an opportunity to stretch their cramping limbs and to allow the hardy little beasts to take a well-deserved break.They still had a way to walk y
The Hobbit - Starlight and StoriesThe rock seemed to have a personal vendetta against him.Bilbo muffled a low groan in the leather of his rucksack – temporarily utilised as a pillow – and wriggled slightly, attempting to find a comfortable position. It was no good however, no matter which way he shifted the rock on which he lay refused to relinquish its crusade to become one with his spleen.Sighing, Bilbo sat up and rubbed his face. The rocky terrain leading up to the Misty Mountains was so uncomfortable that virtually all of the company had decided to just power through it. The only ones capable of sleep were Bombur and Bifur, Bombur because his great size me
Five Times Thorin Forgot to Be Majestic...1. HiccupsBilbo tugged his coat more tightly about his small frame and shivered, more from nerves than the chill.It was a mere week into the journey – they had not even reached the furthermost borders of the Shire yet – and already he was beginning to feel a twinge of doubt about this quest.The dwarves were pleasant enough. Fili and Kili’s relentless curiosity had subsided into boisterous, youthful over-familiarity. Ori had shyly made several attempts at conversation, as had Balin and Bombur. Bofur chatted freely to him as if he had known him forever, unthinkingly sharing his supplies of tobacco with the Hobbit as soon
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