Drabble: Sherlock and a Blue Box
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knightsfallingTitle: Sherlock and a Blue Box
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redknightalex
Fandom: Doctor Who, BBC Sherlock
Rating: G
Pairing/Characters: Sherlock, Tenth Doctor
Warnings: None
Spoilers/Setting: None
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: It all belongs to the BBC, RTD, and Moffat...amonst various others. I do this for fun (I think).
Summary: As a prompt response fromjiji_bean for Sherlock and Ten.
Author's Notes: Ok, so I know I said that I hated 100 word drabbles, and my original was already starting out at 250 words, half-way through, when I said "fuck it", and wrote this little thing out. 100 words. Bam! (Perhaps more to continue/added onto, when I get my other drabbles out of the way. And yes, they are coming, just keep the kettle on.)
Originally posted here.
“You live in a blue box. A police box, from the 1960s, I do believe,” Sherlock announced quite clearly to the retreating man.
The man, sporting only a blue suit and a brown overcoat in the wet and cold London weather, turned about, appearing to be shocked. “You can see it?”
“I don't see,” Sherlock said, rather pleased with himself as he walked up to the man and his blue box, “I observe.”
He touched the wood. “And it's bigger on the inside.”
The man gave out a long, exasperated sigh, throwing up his arms. “But that's the best part!”
Author:
redknightalexFandom: Doctor Who, BBC Sherlock
Rating: G
Pairing/Characters: Sherlock, Tenth Doctor
Warnings: None
Spoilers/Setting: None
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: It all belongs to the BBC, RTD, and Moffat...amonst various others. I do this for fun (I think).
Summary: As a prompt response from
jiji_bean for Sherlock and Ten.Author's Notes: Ok, so I know I said that I hated 100 word drabbles, and my original was already starting out at 250 words, half-way through, when I said "fuck it", and wrote this little thing out. 100 words. Bam! (Perhaps more to continue/added onto, when I get my other drabbles out of the way. And yes, they are coming, just keep the kettle on.)
Originally posted here.
“You live in a blue box. A police box, from the 1960s, I do believe,” Sherlock announced quite clearly to the retreating man.
The man, sporting only a blue suit and a brown overcoat in the wet and cold London weather, turned about, appearing to be shocked. “You can see it?”
“I don't see,” Sherlock said, rather pleased with himself as he walked up to the man and his blue box, “I observe.”
He touched the wood. “And it's bigger on the inside.”
The man gave out a long, exasperated sigh, throwing up his arms. “But that's the best part!”
