CatastrophicMeltdown

Summary: They both lost the one they loved. But sometimes all you need to heal is someone to listen. Pairings/Characters: Sherlock/John, 10th Doctor If someone had told John Watson an hour ago that he'd be patching up a total stranger in his sitting room, a stranger with two hearts and a really odd air about him, he'd have laughed them out of London. But that's where he was right now. The stranger was laid out on the couch, his beige coat spread out underneath him as John focused on the gashes criss-crossing his leg and torso. John tried not to think about all the times it was a black coat instead. The memories still flashed in his mind.

Summary: Just a short drabble about England's birthday. Pairing: USUK "Alfred! What the bloody hell happened in here?" The kitchen was a complete mess. There was flour all over the walls and counters, a stick of butter slowly sliding down the far wall, and something that looked like it could have been a fruit at one point, but was now painted across the doors of the refrigerator. Alfred smiled up at him, trying and failing to look innocent amid the war zone that had been his kitchen. He rubbed the back of his neck as Arthur carefully manoeuvred toward him. "Ah. Well, I was making something and forgot to put the top back on, and things es

Summary: John is trying to sleep. Sherlock isn't letting him. So John shuts him up in his own way. Fluff. Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson John rolled over in bed, trying to find a position that would let him sleep. He was exhausted, but tonight just wasn't his night. His leg throbbed from when he'd banged it against a metal bar, and his right shoulder sent flashes of pain every time he moved. Of course he over-extended it catching their guy. Bloody criminals never knew when to give up. By some miracle he actually found a comfortable position. He soon drifted off into a mostly-asleep state. Oh well, it was good enough for him. He had

Chapter 9: A Breakout The next morning found them in the library after their usual morning exercises, which had been somewhat neglected over the past few days. Draco was hidden behind a stack of runes books, while Harry was leafing through a few defense books in search of any potentially useful spells. They would need all the help they could get if it came down to a fight. Harry glanced up from his reading to the wall of books that hid his boyfriend. "Find anything useful yet?" He heard a rustle and Draco appeared from behind the stack. "Yeah. I've actually found the runes I need, now I just need to finish balancing the scheme and I'll be