At around half past three, the door to her flat opens silently. A pair of black leather oxfords are left in the corridor, while their owner steps quietly across the floorboards in sock clad feet.
She wonders if in fifty years she'll look back to this moment, with him, and class it as one of her highlights. She also wonders if she'll forget it altogether. [Unilock, companion piece to Never Again and One Too Many]
She doesn't acknowledge him, but her green eyes stare into his, and he can tell that she doesn't recognise him, not at all, not even a fraction. There is no hint of doubt in her gaze, just the certainty that the man standing before her is nothing to her. It almost hurts him.
There are some deductions he cannot make however, because he doesn't, and probably never will understand the human heart, beyond its ventricles and atria, and the continual thud thud, thud thud, that carries on from birth until death.
She reads it through a couple of times, just to make certain that she's not grasping at straws, that she's not seeing coded messages where there is, in reality, a painfully lonely person sitting in a dingy room desperate for someone to love them.
Karma's caught up with him and now he's gone. Karma will, eventually, catch up with her one day too, and there's not much she can do in the meantime but use her time well and try to level the playing field.
She stands on tip toes on the rail around the counter, leaning so far over the bar to speak to the bartender that Sherlock grabs the back of her dress to keep her from falling.
He rolls his eyes at least a dozen times a session, never contributes anything positive, cuts people down (including the lecturer) and nearly killed Andy when he accidentally knocked his petri dishes off of the work bench.
He finds himself exaggerating his expressions, then glancing to Molly to see if she's noticed, his lips twisting into a smirk whenever he sees her biting her lip, her head slightly bowed, cheekbones accentuated as she tries to hide her giggles.
"Remorse," he says, resuming his pacing and looking up towards the ceiling. "Yes I've heard of that before. Isn't that something that the weak feel? When they lack conviction?"
A world where Sherlock brings her breakfast in bed would not be right at all. It would be very very wrong, and somewhat terrifying. [Follow up to Cake]
In a moment, Molly is alone with an empty body bag, and once more she longs for the days when she shared her lab with a sociopath. [Follow up to Wontons]
Sometimes, he just sits in the chair he has now claimed as his own, twirling her papier maché Tardis between his fingers and watching her for hours on end. - Spoilers for 6x08.
The pale blue shirt, the brown pinstriped trousers, the brown and blue tie and the beaten up Converse...he wasn't as raggedy as her Doctor had been when she'd first met him, but take the Raggedy out of Raggedy Doctor and you're just left with Doctor.
As IF she'd just hung a pair of stilettos off of the handle of his monitor. His control panel wasn't a wardrobe, it wasn't a shoe rack. Amy never did anything half as rude as putting her shoes all over his lovely Tardis. Spoilers for 5x04
“I'm not asking,” he informed her. “Dance with me. See? No question mark. No upwards inflection to insinuate that it's a question. Nothing of the sort. Get up.”
That's all love was really, an inconvenience which messed with a perfectly amicable relationship. They wanted nothing to do with that. -- Set after Change Back. TRHG.
When Hermione receives an unexpected visitor, she is reluctant to accept his proposal. How long can she keep secrets for, how long can she continue to lie to her friends for, and how long will it be before she is betrayed? Spoilers for HBP. DMHG.
It's not just the cold that makes him shiver. There are several other aspects of his life that may have an effect, whether he admits it or not. Companion piece to By Any Other Name, told from Draco's POV.
He wondered if he should just land the Tardis in the middle of her flat. She wished he'd just stop messing about and demand that she help defeat some alien presence with him. [Spoilers for LotTL]
He only seemed to care about her when he was angry, and the selfish part of her wanted him to be angry forever. But then his hands were cold. [TenMartha]
[Post Domsday, spoilers] The Doctor let out a shuddering sigh and realised under no circumstance could he talk to her, touch her, even look at her with anything more than just a passing glance.
[Post Doomsday spoilers] Every decision we make creates a parallel universe, where there's another version of you, another version of me, another version of the person you never thought you'd see again...
Post Doomsday and therefore has spoilersssss! This is a happy fic! Gasp! Rose returns home from Bad Wolf Bay, but someone is waiting for her, someone who's been trying to get to her for seventeen years. ONE SHOT.