“Do you think we’re the first people to ever make a blanket fort in a hotel room?” Nili asked, turning her head to look at Kyle who was laying next to her on the floor.
Kyle shrugged, “I doubt it. I’m sure it happens enough. They didn’t even sound weirded out when we asked for more pillows and blankets.”
“Well, that’s because they thought we needed them to sleep. With the Con going on, it’s probably likely to assume that there’s going to be a bunch of people in each room, sleeping on the floor and stuff. So requests for extra blankets aren’t unusual.”
Kyle smiled. “Just unusual to request extra blankets to make giant forts in the room?”
Nili laughed. “Exactly.”
They laid in comfortable silence, staring up at the whiteness above their heads. It had taken them almost an hour and 6 king-sized sheets, but they have covered the whole room. After a few minutes, Nili opened her mouth as ask Kyle about Disneyland tomorrow when she was interrupted by a loud groaning noise that sounded suspiciously like…
“Is that the TARDIS?!” Kyle said, frozen on the ground.
“Yeah, it sounds just like-” But before Nili could finish her sentence, the blanket fort that was so precariously held up came crashing down on them as a dark object appeared to their right.
From somewhere above the blankets, they heard the noise of a door squeaking and a voice saying, “well, this certainly isn’t where I meant to land.”
“Wake up, Amy! I made you breakfast in bed!”
Amy opened her eyes to see Rory standing above her, holding a tray of pancakes, sausage, and eggs. Still half asleep, she mumbled confusedly, “What are you even going on about?”
“I made you breakfast. In bed. Not only that, but I also got you this!” He set the tray on the table next to her before reaching in his pocket and pulling out a small gift-wrapped box. His smile seemed to fade slightly as Amy simply stared at him. “Well… aren’t you going to get up? I mean, you don’t have to or anything, but… Do you not like it? I can leave, if you want.”
Amy blinked slowly before sitting up in bed, before rolling her eyes at him. “Yeah, it’s great. Now sit down with your stupid face,” she said, patting the place next to her.
“And you won’t kill me for siding with the Doctor?” He asked hesitantly.
“And I won’t kill you for siding with him.” Amy confirmed, smiling. “Now gimme this present!”
By the time John had finally made it back to 221b, it was nearing two AM and he was afraid to step through the door. John had spent all day in a haze, ushered from location to location, filling out forms and answering stupid questions (“No, he didn’t make it up! I don’t care what the papers say, Moriarty was real!”), but when he had finally gotten home, he hesitated.
This would be the first time that he would enter the apartment after The Fall (That’s what John called it in his head, The Fall. As though the capitalization somehow reflected the sheer heartbreak of the act - Sherlock’s fall from grace, from his perch in the media’s eyes, from his presence in John’s life). He wasn’t sure he could open the door, knowing all the memories that would never occur again. Sherlock would never again play on the violin, never again ask John for a pen, never again perform experiments that John would later find in the fridge. John would be alone in the silent apartment, with nothing holding back the tears that had been waiting behind his eyes.
He stood outside the door quietly, before steeling himself and unlocking the door. As he pushed the door open, his eyes fell to one of Sherlock’s scarves, laying on the couch. He slowly went to it and picked it up, feeling its soft material flowing through his hands. His breath hitched.
John Watson sank down on the couch and cried for his dead best friend who would never again wear that scarf.
“Do you guys see-” Val paused, unable to make words for a moment, before continuing, “Are you guys seeing-… Is that what I think it is?!” She said, breathlessly, while Nili and Ida stared on.
Nili nodded slowly. “Yeah… I think….”
“It’s the TARDIS.” Ida finished.
The three of them said nothing for a moment, just staring at the blue phonebox sitting inconspicuously down the alleyway, before slowly making their way toward it.
“Do you think we should knock?” Ida asked, breaking the silence as she raised her hand in front of the door tentatively.
“Knock?” Val suddenly grinned. “I think we should break in. Plus, it doesn’t seem like anybody’s home. If the Doctor was there, he would have seen us in his monitors by now.”
Ida took a chance and pushed the TARDIS door. It swung open easily.
Nili smirked. “Well, girls. It looks like the TARDIS approves of our plan. Allons-y!”
“‘Allons-y?’ Really, Nili?”
“Oh, shut up, Ida. Would you prefer ‘fantastic’?” Nili playfully nudged Ida’s shoulder.
Val rolled her eyes at them both. “How about… ‘Geronimo!’”
With that, the three girls entered the TARDIS, laughing the whole time.
Rose padded into the TARDIS kitchen and went straight for the kettle, still half asleep as she poured herself some tea. As she turned to sit, she noticed the Doctor was frozen at the table, staring at her. Her jaw dropped.
“Are… are you eating chocolate chip cookies with cottage cheese?!”
He sheepishly lowered the cookie he was holding. “Well, we didn’t exactly have any milk and the cookies were dry and I thought, well, cheese is made from milk so its essentially like the same thing, though to be honest it doesn’t even taste that bad, just a little too salty-“
“Doctor!” Rose interrupted, her expression stuck somewhere between amusement and disgust. “Get up, we’re flying to the nearest Tesco’s now. We’re buying milk and never talking about this moment again.”
The Doctor stuttered and got up, walking out of the kitchen but not before Rose heard him mutter, “Fine, but only because you need milk for your tea…”
Rose rolled her eyes and followed him out.
“Doctor, this isn’t a little cold. This is freezing!” Martha said, wrapping her thick jacket around herself and stepping out of the TARDIS hesitantly.
“Yes, well, it seems that I might have miscalculated the landing a bit… I was aiming for Spring but it looks like we’ve ended up in the dead of Winter…” The Doctor looked around sheepishly. “Ah well, no matter! The market will still be open, so we can still pick up the parts I need for the TARDIS. To be fair, the market never closes, but now that we’ve landed in Winter, we can try their hot chocolate too; they have the best hot chocolate within three galaxies, Martha, I’m sure of it, and let me tell you, I’ve tried a lot of-“
But the Doctor was interrupted by a snowball hitting him dead in the face. As the snow melted off, he could hear Martha’s laughter. “That’s what you get for landing us in winter!”
“Who are you and how did you get in my TARDIS?” The Doctor was furious, to say the least, that someone had broken in, not to mention confused on how.
The man smirked. “Yeah, I guess you wouldn’t recognize me. I look a bit different than the last time you saw me. But I guess dying does that to some people.”
The Doctor froze. “You’re not…?”
“I am.” The Master grinned smugly. “Now what were you saying about traveling the stars?”
Rose was practically vibrating with excitement. The Doctor had promised her snow and she was dying to get out there, but he had told her to wait for him.
“Alright, back!”
Rose turned to see the Doctor walking toward her, hands held behind his back. “What took you so long?”
The Doctor suddenly looked sheepish. “Well, I went looking for something that I thought you might like. It’s actually something that I used to wear many years ago, back when I had really curly hair which let me tell you was not that easy to keep groomed and-“
Rose interrupted, knowing that if she didn’t stop him now, he’d talk forever. “Doctor, what is it?”
He bit his lip and pulled a very long and colourful scarf from behind his back.
Rose slowly reached out and took hold of it. “It’s…” she paused, smiling at the scarf before continuing, “absolutely hideous. But so very you. I love it.” She laughed, wrapping it around her neck and ignoring the implication of her last three words.
The Doctor’s disappointed expression quickly turned into one of joy. Rose’s grin widened and she grabbed his head. “Now I think I recall you saying something about a snowball fight?”
They were on the train ride home from Baskerville when John started to chuckle for absolutely no reason.
Sherlock stared. “What? What is it, John?”
John just shook his head and waved his question away.
But Sherlock was intrigued at this point, having seen nothing that would have caused John to suddenly break out into laughter. “There’s nothing humourous near us, the scenery outside is just cows and pastures so I can’t imagine that there’s anything out there that caused you to laugh. It must have been whatever you were thinking about. What are you thinking about, John?”
John licked his lips, trying to keep his face straight, but Sherlock saw right through him. “It’s just… you poisoned me and used me as a lab experiment. If anyone else had done something like that, I would have at least punched them. But with you…” He trailed off before continuing. “I guess its just lucky that we’re such good friends, right?”
Sherlock pretended not to notice the emphasis that John put on friends. Hadn’t he already explained his motives for both those things? However, he conceded John’s point; he was, in fact, quite lucky to have John, even if he was his only friend.
“Indeed,” Sherlock replied, allowing only the smallest of smiles to grace his face.
“Come on!” Rose tugged at the Doctor’s hand, dragging him to the edge of the lake. “It’ll be fun!”
The Doctor sighed. “I don’t see how feeding dried bread to ducks will be fun in any way, Rose. In fact, I imagine, not having done this before so I could be wrong - though I’m not wrong very often - that this endeavor will be quite boring.”
And that’s how they both spent the next ten minutes, feeding the ducks with stale bread from the TARDIS and competing to see whose chosen bird would get the food fastest.
Rose smiled up at him. “Still bored?”
He smiled back sheepishly and said nothing, unwilling to admit that he had been wrong.
 | robin-scherbatsky: rose/doctor/jack. vaguely romantic undertones for OT3 style. any doctor will do. |
In an impressive moment of perceptiveness, Donna had excused herself under the guise of getting something to eat and left the Doctor, Rose and Jack together alone.
“So, Doc, do you always so narrowly avoid regeneration or was today something special?” Jack smirked at the Doctor.
The Doctor scowled playfully back. “Oh, you’re one to talk.”
Looking from one man to the other, Rose smiled and said, “now, now, boys. We’ve only been reunited for ten minutes and you’re already arguing? That doesn’t bode well.”
Jack’s smirk grew. “Well, if you want, instead of parting kisses like last time, I can give you both welcome-back kisses.”
The Doctor rolled his eyes. “Oh, don’t start.”
Rose laughed. “I don’t know, Doctor. That sounds like a nice idea to me…”
The Doctor’s glare at her didn’t last before he was swept into a three-way hug by Rose and Jack. It was true that the stars were still going out, the universe still needed saving and the Doctor had only just narrowly avoided regeneration, but at least they were together again.
 | shannonhasmoved: ELEVEN/SALLY SPARROW |
Sometimes, the Doctor felt like he did nothing but run these days. He’d been running for the past 150 years, trying to find things to occupy his time with things that didn’t involve that beach in Utah. He was caught up in his thoughts when he heard a familiar voice yelling, “Larry, you said you wanted no jalapenos, right?”
Sally Sparrow was standing not ten feet away from him, in the doorway of the comic book store he had first met her at. How he ended up here, the Doctor honestly didn’t know, but he broke out into a huge smile anyway.
“Sally Sparrow! Long time no see!” He exclaimed, walking over and giving her a hug. “Thanks for all your help, by the way. I would have never gotten out of 1969 without you!”
Sally looked at him in shock before he suddenly remembered that he had met her in his previous incarnation. “But… but… Who are you?”
Well, in for a penny… And it had been so long since he had seen a familiar face. ”I’m the Doctor.”
Sally looked at him blankly. “No, you’re not. I know the Doctor and you’re definitely not him.”
The Doctor nodded, “Oh but there’s so much more to tell you, Sally Sparrow. Let’s get a coffee and I’ll tell you all about it.”
 | lawrency: Trifles! |
The most delicious smell attracted the Doctor to the kitchen of the TARDIS, where he discovered Rose Tyler baking.
“What are you making?” He stepped close and looked over her shoulder, pretending not to notice her heartbeat speeding up or her low gasp of surprise. His insides warmed over her reaction.
She grinned up at him. “I’m making a trifle.”
“Oh really?” He looked around but refused to step away from her. “Then where’s the jam?”
She laughed, a light flirtatious giggle that sent tingles throughout his body. “Hidden until I need it. I’m not going to have you sticking your fingers in it like last time I was baking.”
The Doctor pouted but Rose just smiled up at him and went back to work.
 | Anonymous: John/Sherlock PLATONIC |
John’s head pounded. He had barely slept last night, Sherlock’s words sounding over and over in his head. I don’t have any friends. After everything that they had been through, for Sherlock to not even consider him a friend…
As he poured himself a cup of coffee, the man who had given him the keys to their room approached him. “Rough night? I heard some ruckus between you and your man.”
John sighed. Why did everyone assume they were together? Sherlock was brilliant and John loved him, yes, but that’s where it ended. There was nothing romantic between them. It was beyond that, really. Sherlock and him were partners, but in a different sense of the word. Where Sherlock was harsh, John was gentle; where he was cold, John was warm. They complimented each other and John had considered himself to be one of Sherlock’s truest friends. Until last night, that is.
“He’s just being a prat.” John muttered before walking off, coffee up held tightly in his hand.
 | velvetylungs: Donna and the Doctor are lying on the grass at night and he's telling her about the stars and pointing out his favorite constellations. Of the shippy persuasion? Like holding hands~ |
“And that constellation is the Antlers of Servitude, which believe it or not, got its name because Arella Five had heard distant stories from Earth about Satan Claus, an evil sorcerer who forced magical glowing reindeer to cart him all around the world in one night and deliver bribes to important persons. Clearly, their version wasn’t incredibly accurate but they do have the most wonderful…”
The Doctor kept talking, but Donna stopped listening, her fingers tightening around his hand as she let his voice roll over her. The night sky may be magenta and the grass may be blue, but there’s no where else that Donna Noble would rather be than laying next to her best friend, as he blathered on and on about different stars.
