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My name is Sherlock Holmes, I am a consulting detective for the NYPD. Often to be found with Joan...
NOW WITH ADDED THEME!

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She shouldn’t be here.
Rose stood there, too shocked to move. This was the Doctor. He had to be. What part of the time line was he from? Had they already met? “I—,” she backed up slowly toward the doors. If she wasn’t supposed to be there then she wouldn’t be. “Yeah um….see yah.”
The Doctor noticed her backing away, readying herself to leave, and stood up quickly to stop her, realizing what he had said, and what it would sound like to her.
"That's not what I meant!" he snapped out, before pulling himself together a little bit and measuring his tone. "I didn't mean "You shouldn't be here" in the sense of you trespassing, or of having come in somewhere that you shouldn't. I meant it in terms of physics, of space-time. It's almost impossible, therefore you shouldn't be here. But you are. Rose..." He trailed off, taking a couple of steps towards her, eyes cataloging every detail, cross-referencing it with everything he had ever known and remembered about Rose Tyler, making sure she wasn't a duplicate, a trick, a spy. It all checked out, even through the fog of centuries. "Who were you expecting to see, Rose?"
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It was a bit strange having a friend you didn’t quite know when the next time you would see them was.  Not for some mundane reason like a new job, or one moving a few miles down the road; but something harder to wrap your head around — like hundreds of years or millions of miles. Â
She always said the same thing on her way out: ’ you know where to find me for next time.’  Somehow, he always did whether he meant to or not. Â
So here she sat on the ground, legs pulled up against her chest, back to a familiar blue box that only seemed slightly out of place in Trafalgar Square to her while she watched people pass by.  No one appeared to be home at the moment, but he would be back soon enough.  It’d be easy enough to pick him out of a crowd: the hair and bow-tie had always made things easier. Â
A shadow crossed in front of her suddenly.
               ” Oi — excuse me, you’re blocking my                 view. I’m trying to find someone.”
London. On a Friday. Right now, the very thought of picking through the commotion, barging his way through throngs of people who never bothered to look where they were going, not even for a second, wasn't at all appealing to him. The door of the cafe fell shut behind him; he didn't look back at the girl sitting at a table, now sitting opposite a vacant seat. That was done, case closed, chapter ended. If he looked back now...Well, it didn't bear thinking about, so he simply didn't think about it. Instead he threw his mind outwards, taking in the crush of people, filing left and right in front of him along the busy high street. One or two jostled him as they breezed past, but no one looked at him. No one seemed to notice. He didn't mind; when he wanted to, he could become unseen very easily. He didn't want anybody to see him, just now. Thrusting his hands into the pockets of his dark jacket, he made his way back to the TARDIS.
The walk to Trafalgar Square was short, and thankfully, uneventful. Wind whipped round, slicing at his features, bags under his eyes more prominent than usual. Although his new face was an older one, he found that he had managed to settle into it, imbue it with the youth of his spirit. Not today. Today, and for the past few days, whenever he had passed a mirror and dared to look at himself, all he could think was that he looked old. Tired.
Ready to give up so soon, Doctor?
That voice in his head, not his but hers, with that accent; he wondered, was that a coincidence, or had she watched him across time and space, and matched his regeneration with her own, in some sort of perverse mirror image? That was the sort of game that she liked to play. He boiled with rage that he had even thought to pity her, to believe her, to hope that maybe she wasn't as beyond repair as they had both thought she was. To return to Gallifrey, as friends again? To make it better than it had ever been? He should have known it was too good to be true. He was too smart to believe in that kind of hope, and yet still he had hoped. Hoped and been disappointed. Now, The Master was dead, and he was alone once more. He could still find Gallifrey, but what would he be returning to? What would be the point? Now, he thought, the journey home was simply because he could find nothing else to do.
By this point, he had reached the TARDIS, and he was just reaching into his inside pocket for the key when a voice from below caught him by surprise. Stepping back as if he'd put his foot into a bear trap, he looked down and saw a blonde girl sitting there, looking up at him, her tone brash and authoritative. She was leaning back against the TARDIS, which was unsual. Most people couldn't even tell the TARDIS was there, let alone use it to relieve an aching back. Come to think of it, did he know the girl? He thought he did, but he thought he knew a lot of people, so that was hardly helpful. Little, blonde, lives in London, sort of rude?
"Rose?" His mouth said the words before he'd even thought about them, and as soon as he had, he knew that he was wrong. He jumped in again, very quickly, to cover up his mistake. "No, sorry - thought I saw somebody I knew." he added, trying to fake a look past the TARDIS at an imagined woman. He cast his gaze back down to the girl, a little steelier now. "I should imagine that you might have just found who you were looking for. As to who you are, or why you were looking for them? I'm afraid you might have to provide those answers, and perhaps on another day. I'm a little busy." With that, he retrieved the TARDIS key from an inside pocket and began to open the door.

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"Are you a banana? Because I find you a-peeling." (( I can't stop laughing.))
The Doctor folds over the top of his newspaper (a newspaper that appears, by the way, to be written entirely in Wing-Dings) and narrows his eyes at Clara.
"What on Earth are you talking about?"
Clara wore a grin on her face as she looked at the Doctor. She held up a very small book, “Pick up lines. A book of full of pick up lines. Found it in the library. Why do you have a book of pick up lines anyway, Doctor?”
She rocked on her heels looking ever so amused.Â
"Pick-up lines? Is that what passes for a pick-up line?" The Doctor stood up, tucking his paper under his arm and grabbing for the book. "I have no idea how humans got so prevelant, it's a shock anyone ever re-produced at all." He furrowed his brow, eyes narrowed. "I don't have a book of pick-up lines, you didn't find that here. Stop looking so smug."
Going to be doing replies and starters after rehearsal tonight.
Right so I'm listening to Red Right Hand and ugh yes I am making a Ten blog this weekend.

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Domestic Starter Package
"Just call in today."
"No I’m not mad."
"The outside pipes need to be wrapped."
"Where’s the taco seasoning?"
"Yes dear."
"No dear."
"Are you going to take out the trash?"
"I took out the trash last week. It’s your turn."
"So…you wanna?"
"I don’t feel good."
"Do I have fever?"
"It’s ___ birthday. We need to get a card."
"What are you getting me for [insert event here]"
"Your feet are freezing!"
"Will you be my Snuggy Buggy?"
"Come be my heater."
"The tire’s flat."
"Can you check the oil in the car for me?"
"We are out of milk."
"We need to go grocery shopping."
"You know what’s missing? The pitter patter of tiny feet."
"I just cleaned that!"
"Can you open this?"
"What do you want for dinner?"
"Your cooking is going to kill me one day."
"I burned dinner."
"The dog peed on the floor."
"The cat peed in your shoe."
"Tacos? Again?"
"Please, I’m begging you. No more macaroni."
"Do you want to watch the SVU marathon with me tomorrow?"
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"You’re not…the Doctor. Where am I?" Rose asked as she let herself into the TARDIS. That man, could he be the Doctor?
The door of the TARDIS creaked open, and The Doctor didn't look up, expecting it to just be Clara. She had a habit of swanning in without being announced at all, and as long as she wasn't too loud about it, he didn't mind. The voice that should have been Clara's was enough to get him to look, though, and he was stunned by what he saw. The shock grasped both the speech centres of his brain and his vocal cords. He was only able to say one thing.
"You shouldn't be here."
Tesla could only stare at him with a growing sense of amusement and interest as he fiddled with his machine. If nothing else, it was certainly a break of all the earlier stress. She and everyone else in the Shatterdome had been on high alert for — well, years if she was being honest. It was just these last few that things had gotten insane.Â
Then the man showed her the screen, and the Kaiju. “That’s… that’s the biggest category five…” she whispered to herself. For a moment sounding a little like a small child. Then Tesla straightened, regained her confidence and looked him in the eye.Â
"If you can make a machine like that I would definitely know who you are." She was an engineer after all, and the tech’s who invented that kind of thing were generally well known. At the very least in the shatterdome. Like, say, she knew plenty of about Dr. Geizler and she’d never met the guy. His reputation preceded him. All of that aside, he seemed to have no idea what was going on. Something that should have been impossible.Â
"Yeah. That’s a Kaiju. We invented the Jaeger’s to fight them." She gestured a little further down the darkened and remarkably empty hall where there was a large viewing window. "
That one there is Cherno Alpha. The one further off is Striker Eureka. There’s two more but they’re further back. These are the last four of them left.” She turned ehr attention back to the old man, eyes sharp behind her glassed. “Now; who are you really? There’s no way you couldn’t know about this.”
"Category five?" The Doctor looked from the girl, an expression of worry muddying her face for a second or two, to the screen of the device, watching the shape writhe, advance, bare its teeth. "If that's a category five, I rather hope that you've got one of those odd scales that stops at five and doesn't go all the way to ten." He leaned in, nose almost pressing the glass of the display. "Although...I have to say, it is..." He trailed off for a second, seeming almost hypnotized by the horrific spectre that roamed in the hazy darkness of the television. He looked back up at the girl, his face serious. "Well, it's almost beautiful, don't you think? The scale, the evolution, the sheer..." He stopped himself again. He had known what he was about to say, had almost let it slip, before some other part of his brain had stood in front of the approaching word, stopping it in its tracks.
He shook those thoughts away. "Why? Do you have an encyclopaedic knowledge of every eminent engineer, thinker, and inventor that ever graced your planet? Or went beyond it? Frankly, if you did, I'd be extremely impressed, but clearly you don't, so I'm not. What a shame." He knew that he was snapping now, perhaps as a response to the shameful sentiment he had nearly let slip, but if it was offending her, he didn't seem to notice. He followed the direction of her pointed finger to the observation window, and beyond it to the metal shapes that slept in the vast hall beyond. "You know, I had wondered what those were." He turned back, almost incredulous. "Humans. You really amaze me. Incomprehensible alien beings rip a hole in the fabric of space-time so you build a giant metal-man to punch them in the face with?" The words hung in the air between them - it was difficult to tell whether or not he was offended or astonished. Perhaps he was both.
Turning back, he strode purposefully toward the Jaegers, eyes still flickering down to the screen every now and again. He was certain of it. This "Kaiju", whatever it was, was getting closer. "You couldn't think to give them better names?" he asked, offhandedly. "What did you do, open a dictionary twice and just pick the first word you saw? Am I going to find one called Bathtime Grandfather-Clock?" He wasn't looking for an answer, but he was sure she would offer him one. Before she did, though, she asked him a question. "You really underestimate the things that I don't know about." He thought for a minute. "I know how that sounds, but think about it like this - what's left when you know everything? Nothing, that's what. I never want to know everything. That's who I am, really - just a chap that wants to know things. Who are you?"
I am back to say that I really want a "Clara as The Doctor's sober companion" AU. MY GOD I WANT IT SO MUCH.

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I have just discovered Elementary and I am in love. Off for tonight - leave me asks, or like this post for a starter tomorrow!
Angst Starter Masterlist
" Aren't you going to say something?"
" And I thought I loved you."
" And I thought you loved me."
" Angry. I'm.. I'm angry."
" Aren't you even going to cry?"
" Are you going to cry?"
" Are you crying?"
" Are you okay?"
" Ask if I'm okay. Just ask."
" And this is why I don't want to stay anymore."
" Addiction isn't the way to go, ___ "
" Are you angry with me?"
" Are you afraid?"
" And now is the part where we say goodbye."
" And now you're going to leave me!"
" Are you just going to leave me?"
" Be friends with someone else."
" Boy/Girlfriend? Is that what you thought I meant?"
" Because you're such an ass and I- I just hate you!"
" But I've changed."
" But you've changed."
" Buy yourself something nice. Because I don't want this ring."
" But.. you're still alive?"
" Can't you just let me be happy for one?!"
" Can't you be happy for once?
" Can't you just be happy for me?"
" Come on, leave already!"
" Coward. That's all you are. A coward."
" Do you even know what you've done to me?"
" Do you have any remorse? "
" Don't you dare close your eyes on me!"
" Don't you dare die."
" Don't you care about me/her/him/them anymore?"
" Don't give me that look"
" Don't you want me to be happy?"
" Dammit! Everything was just starting to get better and then you do this!"
" Damn you."
" Don't lie to me."
" Don't like to him/her/them."
" Dammit.. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! You fucking ass!"
" Everything is fucked up now- everything is fucked because of you!"
" Everything's gone to hell."
" Everyone hates me."
" Everyone hates you."
" Everything hurts."
" Everything's going to be okay."
" Everyone loves you, not me."
" Everything is falling apart."
" Everything fell apart and I can't pick up the pieces anymore."
" For someone whose dying, you seem kind of happy."
" Friends forever, right? Isn't that what you said?"
" Fuck off!"
" Fuck you!"
" Find a new place to live."
" Find a new girlfriend/boyfriend."
" Find a new best-friend."
" Fine. I'll leave."
" Forever and ever. That's how long I said I loved you. But you never said it back."
" Fucking hell, I hate you!"
" Get lost!"
" Get a job, you ass!"
" Get out of here!"
" Go get a life."
" Go. Just go."
" How are you still alive?"
" How long are you going to keep this up?"
" How long until you finally get lost?"
" How about I just leave."
" Hold up. You're breaking up with me?"
" Heaven doesn't exist."
" Hell is the only place we're going to be going."
" How about you leave now?"
" Is this how you're going to treat me?"
" I can't believe you."
" I'm a monster."
" I killed someone."
" I want to kill myself."
" I want to kill something."
" I'm running away."
" I'm leaving you."
" I can't look at you right now."
" I hope you die!"
" I don't understand."
" I'm so angry/sad. But you don't care."
" I can't hear anything."
" I'm dying."
" I have cancer."
" I can feel the darkness coming."
" I can't breathe."
" Just joking, I don't love you."
" Just go."
" Just leave me alone!"
" Just fuck off."
" Kill yourself. "
" Kindly get the hell away from me."
" Kids? I don't want kids."
" Kind. That's the one thing you can never manage to be."
" Lie. Just lie."
" Lie to me."
" Life is not worth living."
" Living isn't possible."
" Like I give a shit about you."
" Lies are all you're capable of."
" Lay down. It'll all be over soon."
" My heart is broken. "
" My.. everything hurts."
" My girlfriend/boyfriend left."
" My ____ is dead."
" Man, you're an asshole."
" My lies aren't working anymore."
" Mutt."
" Many times I lay awake and wonder why I'm alive anymore."
" Never again."
" Never speak to me again."
" No. I won't do it."
" No, I don't like you like that."
" No way in hell!"
" Now, now, is there really any reason to cry?"
" Now and again I really start to hate you."
" No. Stop crying, just stop it."
" Not how I wanted to spend my life."
" Never look at me again."
" People hate me."
" People hate you."
" Person? No, no. You're not a person. You're a robot."
" People like you sicken me."
" People like you deserve to die."
" Perhaps you should just leave, then."
" Piss off."
" Question: why are you still here?"
" Quiet. I'm getting sick of hearing your voice."
" Run away. That's what I'm doing."
" See? I hate you."
" See? You hate me."
" Sometimes I wonder why you stay with me."
" So.. you hate me, then?"
" So this is how it ends."
" Shoot me."
" Shit..."
" So why are you still here?"
" Sometimes people lie to me."
" Stories are just that. Stories."
" Took off with everything I had!"
" Time to go."
" This is the end. It's done."
" The story is ending now."
" This is the end."
" This is why I hate you."
" Then why do you say you love me?!"
" Unlike you I have friends."
" Unlike me, you have friends"
" Under the bed is were I have to hide from you."
" Underwater is where i want me coffin to be."
" Utter it again and I swear I'll kill you!"
" Very mature. Cunt."
" Why can't you row up?"
" Why cant you care about me?"
" Why do you hate me?"
" Why do I hate you?"
" What do you mean?"
" What?You're dying?"
" Why can't you just be you."
" When am I supposed to get my time to be happy?'
" Well. This isn't how it was supposed to end between us."
" Whatever, you asshole."
" Whenever you decide you can stand to talk to me ago, please do."
" Well. I hate you now."
" Well, you hate me now."