Fine by me JOHNLOCK John and Sherlock had went to dance, as just friends, much to Sherlock's dismay. He would have said before that this was good, just friends. Relationships were overly complicated when it should just be simple. Before John, he'd swear he would never get into a relationship, get sentimental about things, or put himself out there. Ever since Red beard's death, he lost it, that trust in loving someone else. Anytime someone got in love's snare and opened out they would get hurt, in Sherlock's eyes; John changed that. He was the first to openly accept him, he remembers that. He met him under weird circumstances, once he found out it was Sherlock Holmes, the 'freak', he didn't run away. They became friends quickly, and Sherlock fell hard for the smart, for an average person, and fit blond. Then, one night Sherlock was walking alone after staying after school late and Jim's group jumped him. John came in, with some aid from Mr. Lestrade and Ms. Adler, and they stopped. If JoFine by me JOHNLOCK by freakygal505
Home of thy Father Chapter 3CHAPTER 3Home of thy Father Chapter 3 by XTheAuthoressX
5:00 PM, London, England
"You should have never kept those guns, Jedediah." I murmured as we departed our plane. He looked at me, face guilty and adorable. "You are very lucky they were still plastic."
"Sorry, couldn't help myself. They're like parta me. Parta my hands. Jus' couldn't leave 'um." He crossed his arms, frowning.
"Like you could not leave your hat, or bandana?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Jed was, in fact, wearing both items mentioned, and the mention of them turned him a blood red.
"Don't like runnin' 'round 'n not feelin' like a cowboy." He muttered sourly. We had no need for the baggage carrier, since our backpacks were surprisingly light enough to be considered carry on. We headed straight for the exit, and Jedediah looked ready to continue on out into the world, but stopped when he noticed I wasn't behind him. I had ventured over to obtain a map of the city and the continent.
"Why in tarnation are ya getting' a map?" Jed asked, a
Home of Thy Father - Chapter 2CHAPTER 2Home of Thy Father - Chapter 2 by XTheAuthoressX
10:00 AM, New York City, New York
Whats fer breakfast, Gigantor? I asked, once we were out of the taxi. Gigantor looked up at me from my pocket.
Well see when we get there. Its a Saturday, so Nicky should be home. He said, pointing us to his apartment. Looked kinda small, to me, since Gigantor was sposed to be rich after his whole company thing. I knocked on the door.
One second! Came a voice from inside. Sounded like Gigantor Jr. to me. There was a pause, the sound of a chair being set down, another pause, the chair moving, and the door opened.
Jed! Octavius! What happened? Wheres dad? Gigantor Jr. asked, ushering us inside. I took Gigantor from my pocket and held him out for the kid to see.
Hey, Nicky. Hi. We have a little problem at the museum. Gigantor explained, climbing from my hand to his sons hand. The tablets gone. J
Evening ExpeditionCome on, hurry up! urged Jedadiah as he dragged Octavius by the arm to the edge of their platform.Evening Expedition by Rdafan
Would you wait a minute! Im trying to get my cape on straight. And would you quit that! Im capable of walking by myself, thank you very much. retorted Octavius.
But youre moving so slow! Youre gonna make us late. complained Jedadiah.
Well if you werent so secretive about where were going, I might AHHH!
Aw, move it! Jedadiah said as he pushed Octavius off the edge and on to the floor below.
You didnt have to push me! exclaimed an indignant Octavius who was tugging his tunic down from where it had hiked up during the fall.
Just get in the truck. said Jedadiah.
Ill push you off the edge next time and see how you like it. grumbled Octavius as he climbed into the passenger side of the toy truck. The t
Through space and time the mad man in his box
Appearing here and then appearing there
Meeting many people, he really rocks
A brilliant man with weird style of hair
He may look different over time, don’t fret
He always tries to make things bit better
He is flying onwards, he hasn’t stopped yet
But he can turn into a big storm bringer
He’s a lonely man with the box away
He makes friends who become family
Snd while they are there, everythings okay
He is loved by many which he can’t see
How he is known by us, some or few
But we all seem to wonder, Doctor Who?