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awesomemccoolname: Anxiety twists in Shawn’s stomach as Morgana readies herself to infiltrate Camelot. She slips something into her sleeve, and Shawn catches the mocking glint of a sharp dagger just before it disappears.  “You can’t do this,” he finds himself saying. Morgana looks up, treating him to withering stare.  “And why not?” Her voice is flat, but he can hear the rage, the bitterness, the resentment. The people I once considered to be my family wants me dead, she doesn’t say but the silence in the air, heavy and angry, says it for her. Shawn doesn’t reply, averting his gaze and Morgana stands, brushing past him without another word.    by jannah!!!!! \o/!!!!

awesomemccoolname:

Anxiety twists in Shawn’s stomach as Morgana readies herself to infiltrate Camelot. She slips something into her sleeve, and Shawn catches the mocking glint of a sharp dagger just before it disappears.
 
“You can’t do this,” he finds himself saying. Morgana looks up, treating him to withering stare.
 
“And why not?” Her voice is flat, but he can hear the rage, the bitterness, the resentment. The people I once considered to be my family wants me dead, she doesn’t say but the silence in the air, heavy and angry, says it for her.
 
Shawn doesn’t reply, averting his gaze and Morgana stands, brushing past him without another word.   

by jannah!!!!! \o/!!!!

Dec 05

thoughts of flight

Donna ran her hand over the pages of her book, smiling. She looked up, marker in hand, at the tall, gangly fellow standing in front of her table.
 
“And to whom should I make this out to?”
 
He smiled back, and the hint of melancholy in it was startlingly familiar.
 
“Doctor.”
 
“Doctor…?”
 
“Just the Doctor.”
 
Donna touched the marker to the paper and paused, trying to grasp at that strange, niggling feeling of familiarity. He cleared his throat, snapping her out of her reverie. She signed the book with flourish, writing a small generic message just under her signature.

“I really do love these books,” the man said.

“Thank you,” Donna replied quietly, about to hand the book over. Something stopped her, though, and she tacked on a quick be safe. She wasn’t sure why, but it felt appropriate. The man took the book with a nod.

Donna stared after him as he walked out the door to meet a pretty red haired woman. She glanced at Donna through the window pane of the book shop, saying something to him. He looked over his shoulder, expression a little regretful.

That night she dreamed of sad eyes, cold hands, and a terrible blankness.

so three guys are in a blueberry

Shawn glares at the back of Sherlock’s head. “Traitor,” he says.

“Oh my gosh, Shawn. You’re such a child.” Gus sighs in exasperation, braking to let another car merge into the lane.

“I always sit in the front, Gus!” Shawn crosses his arms, leaning back. “I can’t believe you let him sit in my spot.”

“It’s only proper decorum that I offer the passenger seat to the guest.” Gus glances at Sherlock from the corner of his eye.

“Why are you talking like that? You’re not British Gus. You’re the American version of British Gus.”

“Honestly Shawn, you are being much too difficult about this.”

“I’m difficult? You’re the one trying to talk like some pompous—”

“No, I’m not—”

Sherlock interrupts their argument, clearly unamused, “Will we be there soon, Burton?” Gus has the decency to look embarrassed and pauses, ignoring Shawn’s scoff.

He clears his throat. “In another ten minutes, if the traffic doesn’t let up.” Sherlock gives a curt nod, staring out the window. Shawn and Gus exchange glares from the rear view mirror.

After a few moments of awkward silence, Sherlock’s phone pings. He pulls it out, reading the message with barely contained smugness.

“John’s already there,” he says without prompt, “and as I suspected, the victim had been drowned.”

Gus raises his eyebrows, impressed. Shawn pouts, whipping out his own phone to text Juilet.

Was the victim drowned? he texts.

Her reply is almost immediate. Yeah, she was. How did you know?

Shawn tosses his phone to the side with a scowl. Stupid British detectives and their spotlight-stealing ways.