pond & holmes
Author: Whovian Muse
Doctor Who and Sherlock Fan Fiction
Title: Just Mates
Characters: Sherlock Holmes and Amelia Pond
Classification: One-Shot
Genre: Adult. Alternate Universe. Cross-Over: Doctor Who and Sherlock. Romance.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or Sherlock….
He was someone I remembered.
Someone from my past.
Here is my pathetic attempt at a Pondlock/Shermelia. I haven’t written for this ship in ages :/
Written for noregrets-notears-noanxieties (x). I hope you like it!
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Imagine if Sherlock and Watson had adopted Amy Pond.
“Sherlock, our daughter is praying to Santa.”
“She is praying? How disappointing.”
Or the morning after the Doctor came.
“Sherlock, Amelia is raving about there being a police box in our garden.”
“Boring.”
Better yet, as the years…
noregrets-notears-noanxieties:
Sherlock attempts to do something romantic but it backfires and Amy suggests breakfast out. They finally get to have a real date, just like normal couples, and it turns out to be pretty darn good. In other words, a fic in which Sherlock is banned from the kitchen and there’s incredible amounts of fluff. Fluffy fluffy fluff.
“It’s a drugs bust,” Lestrade told Sherlock as he reclined one of the chairs in the living room of 221B, watching the handful of officers he brought along combing through everything in the flat. Behind Sherlock, Amy laughed and shook her head in disbelief.
“Seriously? This guy a junkie?” She asked Lestrade sarcastically. As she spoke, Sherlock turned and walked back to her hoping that the glare he was giving her would be enough to keep her from continuing “Have you met him?” She added, ignoring Sherlock.
“Amy,” he whispered harshly. Amused, Lestrade raised his eyebrows and tried to hold back a grin.
Amy put her hands on her hips and stared Lestrade down. “I’m pretty sure you could search this flat all day and you wouldn’t find anything you could call recreational,” she chided. With her Scottish accent becoming thicker as she became increasingly more annoyed, Lestrade couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. Amy started after Lestrade to give him a piece of her mind but Sherlock grabbed her hand and pulled her back to him.
“Amy, you probably want to shut up now,” he told her sternly.
”Come on,” she replied, shaking her hand loose from his. Sherlock swallowed hard but held his grim expression. Suddenly she understood why he had been so adamant about keeping her from defending him.
“No…” Amy said, her eyes widening.
Sherlock’s expression quickly switched from grim to offended. “What?” he asked sharply.
”You?” Amy asked in complete disbelief.
“Shut up!” Sherlock told her indignantly. She raised her eyebrows at him and opened her mouth to tell him off but Lestrade’s laughter caught her off guard.
“What’s so funny?” Amy retorted, cocking her eyebrow at the D.I. who simply shrugged and shook his head.
“If you ever get tired of keeping Sherlock in line, I might hire you to do the same for my men,” Lestrade joked. Sherlock glared and Amy gave him a wink. In the kitchen, Anderson scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Anderson, I would watch how you act around Miss Pond because if she decides to punch you in the face, I won’t stop her,” Lestrade warned. Amy gave Anderson a cheeky smile and wave as he retreated back to what he was doing. Sherlock laughed and gave her a small peck on the cheek.
“Alright, love birds, stop scaring my officers,” Lestrade said with mock-seriousness. “We’ve got work to do now.”
(Source: pondandholmes)
A header to go with an as-yet unwritten fic.
Chapter 6: Can’t Deny You Want the Happy Ending
“I’m sorry. What was that, Amelia?” Yeah, so what if Sherlock felt a giant surge of triumph? He loved to be right! He just wished he wasn’t right about this. He’d been having some questionable feelings for the redhead as of late, though Sherlock wasn’t quite sure what to call it. He just liked being around her, her presence as calming as the cigarettes she was currently trying to make him give up. What he didn’t like? The fact that she’d made plans with Rory for her birthday.
“I said,” Amy sighed, voice a tad bit louder, “I said I was wrong.”
Sherlock grinned for a second and Amy found it hard to look irritated when she saw it. It was a rare facial expression for him. He was usually so poised and neutral, though Lestrade was quick to point out once that he’d been doing it more as Amy hung out with him. She quickly dismissed it with a laugh and comment on how funny she was, though her pride soared at the observation, deciding not to look to into it to see if it was true or not. As usual, the grin was all too fleeting, falling as Sherlock remembered why he was smiling in the first place. “So this is a romantic excursion then? With Rory?”
“Romantic excursion?” Amy raised her eyebrows, giggling softly. “Why don’t you just say ‘date’ like the rest of us, Sherly?”
“A date? What’s a date?”
“Oh, never mind you big idiot,” she replied with a roll of her eyes, “Like I said, I’ll cancel if you want to do something.”
Sherlock hesitated, wondering what choice to make. He knew he shouldn’t care about where Amy went to dinner with Rory, whether it was romantic or not. He knew he shouldn’t feel that painful knot in the bottom of his stomach, the same one he felt when she ran off to do her job as a kissogram, the same one he felt that day at the crime scene when she’d been hugging Lestrade. But he did, and Sherlock wasn’t sure how to fix it. The detective had been doing tons of research on what he might be feeling, but the closest thing he’d gotten to was love. And Sherlock was definitely not in love with Amy. He wasn’t going to get that close again. Last time he’d let his guard fully down was during a warm summer in Leadworth and his heart had ended up breaking for the first, and hopefully last, time as he had to say goodbye to his friend. No. Sherlock couldn’t be in love. That was a weakness, something he had long since decided wasn’t something he would ever have, a decision he didn’t care about making at the time.
Even if this wasn’t love, Sherlock had to make sure it didn’t happen anyways. He couldn’t rely on Amy like he had when they were kids again. His gaze even switched to the old, worn Chemistry book on one of the shelves that Amy had passed by in choosing her book to read, not remembering that that was the same exact book Sherlock had read to her, the one that made her pass out. The one that still had the folded up drawing that she’d made of them playing “Raggedy Doctor.” He couldn’t get attached to Amy. He just couldn’t. Relying on someone else like that? Sherlock wasn’t scared of much, but that sure sent a cold chill down his spine.
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greatestvoyagehistoryofplastic:
I made a Wholock vid!
anyone who watches it will make me happy since i feel unloved on Youtube D:
Anyway, its centred on John, Amy and Rory and i apologise for the ugly subtitles in the middle :P
This and You | A Sherlock/Amy fanmix.
noregrets-notears-noanxieties:
Just a little Sherlock/Amy banner I made; bigger sizes can be found here.
(via pondandholmes)
“You’re angry with me,” he noticed.
“Very observant of you,” she muttered.
