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Wholock - Confrontation--Confrontation--Wholock - Confrontation by ~SpockHorror
Jim Moriarty watched as light danced across the surface of the pool like stars in the night sky, and wondered how much longer he would have to wait. He hated waiting, the time dragging by at snail’s pace, it wasn’t his style, and neither was patience. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his suit and listened for footsteps, but none came. John was most likely still unconscious in the pool showers, and if he did wake up before his time, Seb could easily deal with it, and so there was nothing for him to do, except wait for the Virgin to arrive.
Footsteps.
It could be Sherlock, or it could just be Seb, but just
WhoLock Fanfic - The LivingMycroft Holmes examined the man sat across from him. He had always admired that tweet jacket, but had never got round to buying one of his own. He liked the bow tie as well, although that, he would never admit to. He curled a finger round the handle of his tea cup and raised it to his lips, never taking his eyes off the John Smith.WhoLock Fanfic - The Living by ~SpockHorror
“And what have you been up to since our last meeting?” He asked, setting the cup back on its saucer and adding a sprinkle more sugar. He saw John’s raised eyebrow at this and sighed, did the entire world know he was on a diet?
“Oh you know, time and space and all that” John replied, he
A Dull Place - Picard and Q FanfictionThe bar was fairly quiet, with only a few people scattered about within its walls; a young couple slow dancing in the middle of the floor, a suited man with his long legs stretched out on the seat in front of him, a cigarette between his fingers, two women lounged close by, trying to attract his attention, to no avail it seemed. Slow, coffee-jazz music waltzed through the air from a small band in the corner, consisting only of piano, bass and saxophone. A good time, Picard thought dully, from his position on a stool by the bar, head bowed, whisky in hand, a simpler time. He had always had a fondness for the 1920s - its smooth jazz and style,A Dull Place - Picard and Q Fanfiction by ~SpockHorror
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