Victoria's LullabyIt was night time in the TARDIS. Victoria was never sure how she could always tell but it was. The lights were all dimmed and the crew of Jamie, the Doctor and herself were all sleeping. Or at least, Victoria was trying to. Thoughts, memories, dreams, nightmares, all entered her head when night fell and left alone in the stillness of her room these manifestations all appeared more vivid and real, more frightening and lonely. And she did feel very alone.
Convinced that sleep would not come whilst such emotions plagued her, Victoria left her room, roaming the corridors of the TARDIS in an effort to escape her thoughts. It was times like these that she missed her father the most. During the daytime, in the light, she felt stronger, more able to cope. She didn’t feel so alone. The Doctor and Jamie were always there, getting into trouble in search of new adventures. The thought of them warmed her and she smiled at how they would argue and torment each other, and were as inseparable as
A Slight MiscalculationThe door to the TARDIS snapped open, closely followed by a trail of thick smoke. Staggering out and waving his frilly sleeve in a futile attempt to clear the haze, the Doctor appeared, coughing, with some of the ends of his white curls still lightly smouldering.
“Ah.” Was all he could say.
“Think I may have reversed the polarity just a tad too much...” he mused to himself as he brought a hand to his chin.
“Yes... definitely the polarity. Now if I was to -” his calculated mutterings were interrupted by another figure abruptly emerging from the still billowing smoke of another failed experiment.
The blonde young woman was manically fanning her many-ringed hands in front of her face in an attempt to get a clearer vision. At this, the Doctor’s eyes widened as his thoughts returned to the present and a look of realisation spread across his face, as if to say: ‘Aha! I knew I’d forgotten something!’
“Dreadfully sorry, my dear.
When The Improbable Is True, Chapter 9Chapter 9: Meeting Moriarty
Things were tense at 221b. Sherlock wanted to continue discussing the practicality of John changing him, but the vampire was always quick to change the subject. They were watching a movie when the argument began again. To John’s relief Sherlock’s phone rang a few minutes in with a call from Lestrade asking them to come to a crime scene.
Lestrade was leading them through the halls of an apartment building talking to John, “I think some of the cases I could not get Sherlock to look at were linked. The abduction cases and some of the murders.”
“I did look at them and they weren’t.” the detective interrupted, “The victims were of different ages, races, religion, and social class. There were no connections.”
“None you would recognize.” Lestrade said as they reached an apartment roped off by police tape
John was hit by the stench of goat before he walked through the door, and it was so strong he was
When The Improbable Is True, Chapter 6Chapter 6: No More Secrets
Lestrade’s eyes flew open. He heard a cab door open out side and knew it was the detective. Cursing himself for falling asleep he stumbled to his feet before he had finished changing back into human form and hurried from the flat flinching as the door slammed shut behind him.
John was brought back to the present with a start just as Sherlock entered the flat. Remembering Baskerville he closed his eyes and waited for the shouting, the loathing, maybe even a stake through the heart. He felt like he had one anyway.
The vampire heard a creak as Sherlock sat opposite him in his leather chair. After the silence stretched for a few minutes he opened his eyes to see the detective with a expressionless face and steepled fingers. He looked at John for a long time. The vampire did not dare to speak.
“The question is, who told them.”
“Who told those men that a vampire lived here. Who would believe it. Probably who ever set up