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Doctor Who/Sherlock Holmes (PG)
Title: The Adventure of the Blue Box
Pairing: Gen - Holmes-Watson friendship, Tenth Doctor
Length: 8000 words
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w_a_i_d
Author Website: Waid's Fanfiction
Why this must be read:
Why did it take Sherlock Holmes three years to return to Baker Street and his best friend after "The Final Problem"? There are many theories, but "because he fell off Reichenbach Falls onto the top of the TARDIS, and a certain Time Lord isn't too reliable when it comes to getting people home promptly" is definitely one of my favorites.
It does not help that from time to time the very universe seems to conspire in the Doctor’s posturing. A star in the distance goes supernova and frames his tousled head in a perfect halo just as he has managed to mend a matter-replicator to supply five thousand starving people stranded on a crippled warship in the Sagittarius Star Cloud with food. The machine emits a surprisingly musical – an almost choral – hum and starts turning out bread and fishes. Holmes groans.
He could almost take these incidents as signs the Doctor really is touched by the divine, but damn it, he refuses to take them as evidence of anything but the fact that the universe is stupid sometimes. And he will not encourage the Doctor’s messianic antics.
But they meet plenty of people who will.
“He has descended among us from the heavens!” burbles the Priestess of Rahyldra, fixing the Doctor with her mad eyes. “The Lonely God, the one who wanders the darkness, forever a stranger, he who dies and rises again like the sun...” She glances vaguely at Holmes. “...And his companion.”
Holmes scowls. He and the Doctor are currently chained to pillars and about to be fed to gigantic, iridescent, Halvragar Worms. But the Doctor gets that look which warns Holmes that even when they get out of this he’s in for days of moping.
It turns out that under the Temple of Rahyldra is an ancient superweapon that is, inevitably, about to go off and kill everyone on the planet. The Doctor ends up saving them all by channeling a ray of deadly epsilon energy through himself. This very nearly kills him, and somehow it is necessary in the course of this that he must be bathed in ethereal light, and when he falls back, miraculously still alive, he must have his arms stretched wide, and a martyred expression on his face.
“Oh! Snap out of it!” snarls Holmes, charging across the room and grabbing the crumpled Doctor away from the jaws of a Halvragar Worm which is back and hungrier than ever.
The Holmes POV is dry, frequently aggravated, and incredibly funny ... until it starts breaking your heart. The characterization is fabulous. What does it mean to be a companion, or a hero, or a friend? What kinds of errors are too cruel to be summed up with "I'm so sorry"?
The Adventure of the Blue Box
Pairing: Gen - Holmes-Watson friendship, Tenth Doctor
Length: 8000 words
Author on LJ:
w_a_i_dAuthor Website: Waid's Fanfiction
Why this must be read:
Why did it take Sherlock Holmes three years to return to Baker Street and his best friend after "The Final Problem"? There are many theories, but "because he fell off Reichenbach Falls onto the top of the TARDIS, and a certain Time Lord isn't too reliable when it comes to getting people home promptly" is definitely one of my favorites.
It does not help that from time to time the very universe seems to conspire in the Doctor’s posturing. A star in the distance goes supernova and frames his tousled head in a perfect halo just as he has managed to mend a matter-replicator to supply five thousand starving people stranded on a crippled warship in the Sagittarius Star Cloud with food. The machine emits a surprisingly musical – an almost choral – hum and starts turning out bread and fishes. Holmes groans.
He could almost take these incidents as signs the Doctor really is touched by the divine, but damn it, he refuses to take them as evidence of anything but the fact that the universe is stupid sometimes. And he will not encourage the Doctor’s messianic antics.
But they meet plenty of people who will.
“He has descended among us from the heavens!” burbles the Priestess of Rahyldra, fixing the Doctor with her mad eyes. “The Lonely God, the one who wanders the darkness, forever a stranger, he who dies and rises again like the sun...” She glances vaguely at Holmes. “...And his companion.”
Holmes scowls. He and the Doctor are currently chained to pillars and about to be fed to gigantic, iridescent, Halvragar Worms. But the Doctor gets that look which warns Holmes that even when they get out of this he’s in for days of moping.
It turns out that under the Temple of Rahyldra is an ancient superweapon that is, inevitably, about to go off and kill everyone on the planet. The Doctor ends up saving them all by channeling a ray of deadly epsilon energy through himself. This very nearly kills him, and somehow it is necessary in the course of this that he must be bathed in ethereal light, and when he falls back, miraculously still alive, he must have his arms stretched wide, and a martyred expression on his face.
“Oh! Snap out of it!” snarls Holmes, charging across the room and grabbing the crumpled Doctor away from the jaws of a Halvragar Worm which is back and hungrier than ever.
The Holmes POV is dry, frequently aggravated, and incredibly funny ... until it starts breaking your heart. The characterization is fabulous. What does it mean to be a companion, or a hero, or a friend? What kinds of errors are too cruel to be summed up with "I'm so sorry"?
The Adventure of the Blue Box
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