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petroniaI went back to look for the fic formatting I used to use, only to realize I never had fic formatting. XD;
Title: But Abberline Was Clearly An Idiot
Fandom: Sherlock/Doctor Who/Moffat's Writing Speed Is The Bottleneck
Characters: The Doctor, Amy, Rory, Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson
Spoilers: through DW S05E13 and Sherlock S01E03
Rating: G
Wordcount: ~575 words
"How," John said, once Rory had glared daggers at Sherlock and taken off after his fuming spouse, "did you know about the child psychologist?"
"How did I know about your therapist?" Sherlock stared down the street, eyes narrowed; not, John thought, at the young and good-looking human couple. He made no attempt to wipe off the water. "And that's psychologists, John, plural. That remark Mr. Pond made earlier: 'make believe games', he said - quoted - and yet, here they are. Adults react badly to children who insist on telling improbable - but not impossible - truths."
"Is that the voice of experience speaking, now?" No answer, which was evocative. "How many psychologists have you bitten, Sherlock?"
The corner of Sherlock's mouth twitched. "Just desserts, I assure you," he said.
***
Worrisomely - for humanity - it got spikier after that.
There was Moriarty turning out to be an actual long-necked lizard from an unpronounceable planetary system (that bit with the nebula should have been a clue. At least, if you were Sherlock, and the field of astronomy had finally earned a terabyte allotment on your hard drive).
Then there was the Doctor ripping John a new one for shooting the lizard.
Then there was the spiel that set Sherlock off on, fury clipping his words and turning each deduction to an unerringly aimed blade: sharpened, serrated, hooked at the end. He hadn't needed to use words like 'hypocrite'.
It was all very territorial; embarrassingly so.
Then the Master had--
--happened.
Again.
("Again? What do you mean, again?")
"So. Your home planet didn't go in much for child psychology, I'm guessing," John panted, leaning one arm against the wall for support. Two years of Sherlock and he was in the best shape of his life, counting Afghanistan, but that had been altogether too many corridors.
He hoped Sherlock and the Ponds would destroy the impinging sub-lunar nano-vortex field before they destroyed each other. It was a vague hope, but he'd won on long shots before.
The Doctor ignored him and rubbed his hands together, pacing up and down in a tight ellipse. Eyes a bit wide under the ridiculous floppy hair; altogether too pleased. Definitely not bored. What was the matter with these people? Why was this John Watson's life?
"Think," the Doctor said. "Think think think think. Why the Master? Why here? It's not a coincidence, something's off about the whole situation. Amy Pond, Holmesian - until last week, who knows about now - universe streaming through her brain back into its proper place, understandable mistake, just a blip, would have happened with any other Conan Doyle fan. But why not Victorian England? Why 2010? Unless - oh! Ohhhhh! The differential in time energy - if you could harness that somehow, turn it aside---"
John let his head fall back against the wall.
He didn't need to know, he decided.
He really, really didn't need to know.
***
Of course things got sorted, eventually.
Mycroft Holmes even took his finger off Torchwood's speed dial button.
***
"One trip. One. And if you're about to say 'Whitechapel, August 30th, 1888', then no, absolutely not, out of the question, it's a fixed point, pick another."
Amy and Rory looked corresponding degrees of fascinated and worried. John glanced at Sherlock's expression and had to restrain himself from laughing.
"I hear Betelgeuse's crime rate spikes this time of year," he offered. Sherlock snarled at him.
Title: But Abberline Was Clearly An Idiot
Fandom: Sherlock/Doctor Who/Moffat's Writing Speed Is The Bottleneck
Characters: The Doctor, Amy, Rory, Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson
Spoilers: through DW S05E13 and Sherlock S01E03
Rating: G
Wordcount: ~575 words
"How," John said, once Rory had glared daggers at Sherlock and taken off after his fuming spouse, "did you know about the child psychologist?"
"How did I know about your therapist?" Sherlock stared down the street, eyes narrowed; not, John thought, at the young and good-looking human couple. He made no attempt to wipe off the water. "And that's psychologists, John, plural. That remark Mr. Pond made earlier: 'make believe games', he said - quoted - and yet, here they are. Adults react badly to children who insist on telling improbable - but not impossible - truths."
"Is that the voice of experience speaking, now?" No answer, which was evocative. "How many psychologists have you bitten, Sherlock?"
The corner of Sherlock's mouth twitched. "Just desserts, I assure you," he said.
Worrisomely - for humanity - it got spikier after that.
There was Moriarty turning out to be an actual long-necked lizard from an unpronounceable planetary system (that bit with the nebula should have been a clue. At least, if you were Sherlock, and the field of astronomy had finally earned a terabyte allotment on your hard drive).
Then there was the Doctor ripping John a new one for shooting the lizard.
Then there was the spiel that set Sherlock off on, fury clipping his words and turning each deduction to an unerringly aimed blade: sharpened, serrated, hooked at the end. He hadn't needed to use words like 'hypocrite'.
It was all very territorial; embarrassingly so.
Then the Master had--
--happened.
Again.
("Again? What do you mean, again?")
"So. Your home planet didn't go in much for child psychology, I'm guessing," John panted, leaning one arm against the wall for support. Two years of Sherlock and he was in the best shape of his life, counting Afghanistan, but that had been altogether too many corridors.
He hoped Sherlock and the Ponds would destroy the impinging sub-lunar nano-vortex field before they destroyed each other. It was a vague hope, but he'd won on long shots before.
The Doctor ignored him and rubbed his hands together, pacing up and down in a tight ellipse. Eyes a bit wide under the ridiculous floppy hair; altogether too pleased. Definitely not bored. What was the matter with these people? Why was this John Watson's life?
"Think," the Doctor said. "Think think think think. Why the Master? Why here? It's not a coincidence, something's off about the whole situation. Amy Pond, Holmesian - until last week, who knows about now - universe streaming through her brain back into its proper place, understandable mistake, just a blip, would have happened with any other Conan Doyle fan. But why not Victorian England? Why 2010? Unless - oh! Ohhhhh! The differential in time energy - if you could harness that somehow, turn it aside---"
John let his head fall back against the wall.
He didn't need to know, he decided.
He really, really didn't need to know.
Of course things got sorted, eventually.
Mycroft Holmes even took his finger off Torchwood's speed dial button.
"One trip. One. And if you're about to say 'Whitechapel, August 30th, 1888', then no, absolutely not, out of the question, it's a fixed point, pick another."
Amy and Rory looked corresponding degrees of fascinated and worried. John glanced at Sherlock's expression and had to restrain himself from laughing.
"I hear Betelgeuse's crime rate spikes this time of year," he offered. Sherlock snarled at him.
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Date: 2010-08-31 10:19 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-09-01 01:56 am (UTC)So excited!!
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Date: 2010-09-01 02:26 am (UTC)You should write more of this brilliant crossover because it is truly hilarious and so very fantastic! I would read snippets of their adventures forever and ever and ever.
(To me, the Doctor always seemed to have being modelled on Holmes, yes, a kinder Holmes who can have compassion for the human race (but is it a commercial necessity, after all, he is meant to appeal to the younger audience). YET! People are making comparisons of this modern Holmes to Doctor Who, which, yes, I see the similarities, but at the same time they are extremely different. My brain, it has THOUGHTS. But no time to write about it now. I shall go away and noodle it out – I foresee meta in the future.)
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Date: 2010-09-01 04:50 am (UTC)I like that post-S5 allows one to fanwank that Sherlock takes place in the Whoniverse, though, because to be quite honest I have a very hard time remembering that Sherlock Holmes doesn't exist across all fictional universes. XD;;; When I was four there were only two universes, Fiction and Reality, and everything that was not in the latter was in the former.
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Date: 2010-09-01 05:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-01 05:13 am (UTC)What did I forget to cram in the manifesto XD: Sherlock dude is never going to be cast as the Master, that wouldn't be any good...
...he is the Valeyard CLEARLY
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Date: 2010-09-01 04:22 pm (UTC)Also, alien-lizard!Moriarty FTW!
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Date: 2010-09-01 04:42 pm (UTC)And of course Moriarty is an alien lizard.
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Date: 2010-09-01 05:31 pm (UTC)Also, I love the Doctor's little "No you can't catch Jack the Ripper." and i imagine sherlock's face a bit like :| in response.
moar plx.
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Date: 2010-09-01 05:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-01 07:58 pm (UTC)I love that you wrote them as being all prickly and not getting along immediately. This is amazing and I'm really not someone who likes to beg authors for more but DEAR GOD I WANT MORE.
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Date: 2010-09-01 09:25 pm (UTC)(Esp. love the "Definitely not bored. What was the matter with these people?" YES YOU WOULD THINK JUST ONE WOULD BE ENOUGH FOR ANY ONE RIGHT-THINKING PERSON TO DEAL WITH, hahahaha.)
Would totally read the heck out of a full-length version of this, but that may just be mean to say. XD
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Date: 2010-09-01 09:51 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-09-01 11:22 pm (UTC)~
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Date: 2010-09-02 12:11 am (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2010-09-02 12:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-02 12:16 am (UTC)The worst thing is, once Sherlock knows aliens are an improbability not an impossibility he'll start spotting all sorts of shit around town. XD;; Probably leading to icy standoffs between Mycroft and UNIT that Sherlock himself will blithely ignore. /sequel
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Date: 2010-09-02 12:30 am (UTC)(Actually, I have a niggling feeling that there is a grandfather paradox at work - would ACD really have gotten so popular if the Ripper hadn't happened?)
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Date: 2010-09-02 12:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-02 12:32 am (UTC)Glad you liked!
this is sort of the essay I *wasn't* writing I guess
Date: 2010-09-02 12:48 am (UTC)Moffat said epigrammatically that the Doctor wants to be Human and Sherlock Holmes wants to be Time Lord, and also that their meeting would prolly degenerate into fisticuffs XD (the latter fact proceeding naturally from the former IMO).
John and Rory, mind you, are definitely natural BFFs, so all is not lost.
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Date: 2010-09-02 01:13 am (UTC)Glad you enjoyed the story!
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Date: 2010-09-02 01:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-02 01:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-02 09:35 am (UTC)(More seriously, 11 and Holmes would be awesome together. Way before Sherlock came out I was comparing 11 to Holmes because 11 seems to work with deductions and guiding his companions to the answers and talking out loud. He enjoys an audience, our 11, even more than the previous incarnations. So how COOL to see them together! :-D)
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Date: 2010-09-05 07:08 am (UTC)Haa, I think the summary is better than the fic XD; I did use it when I posted it to AO3 though.
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Date: 2010-09-05 07:17 am (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2010-09-06 02:38 pm (UTC)I love the whole thing so much that it's hard to pick out my favourite part, but it just might be the Doctor's ramble about how Holmesian Amy and the crack pouring into her head might create a modern Sherlock AU. Genius! Pure genius!
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Date: 2010-09-08 03:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-15 04:24 am (UTC)*hearts and sparkles*
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Date: 2010-09-21 10:01 pm (UTC)Then again, I might be.
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