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14 January 2013 @ 04:22 pm
Meme (It's Been Awhile!)  
Taken from awanderingbard:

Tell me a story I haven’t written, and I will give you at least 1-3 sentences from or about it. Or more.

(1) One prompt per person.

(2) Crossover prompts are allowed and encouraged. (We are talking about me).

(3) Fandoms Allowed: Anything I've already written fic for in the past is fair game. As are fandoms like Merlin, Cabin Pressure etc. where I haven't written fic for but I've written about extensively.
The Writer They Call Tay: Dresden: Harry and Murphyawanderingbard on January 14th, 2013 11:23 pm (UTC)
Dresden Files/Sherlock; tell me about that time Connie Murphy met Greg Lestrade
formerly lifeinsomniac: DresdenGuardianjoonscribble on January 15th, 2013 05:18 am (UTC)
Their relationship began in that meet-cute way of all romantic comedies.

Not really.

Because Murphy's life wasn't a romantic comedy and there was no such thing as meet-cute in her line of work. But taking into consideration that the most contact she had with members of the opposite sex was when she was arresting one, she supposed this was about as meet-cute as it would get.

The understandably irate face of one Detective Inspector Lestrade filled up most of the computer screen on Murphy's desk.

"Grave robbing is an offense over here," he stated bluntly.

"Yeah, over here too," Murphy fired back, silently cursing Harry and all his ancestors. If he was going to get caught digging in cemeteries, the least he could do was do it locally. "Listen, he's not part of the police department but he is a consultant. And I can vouch for him that he wasn't stealing."

"We found him taking the rings off of Mrs. Orbishoff's cold fingers and melting them down."

Murphy sighed. She could just hear Harry's earnest explanation that it was for a spell. A very important spell.

"Right. If maybe I can talk to him."

"To your grave robber?"

"He's not a grave robber!"

"Enough of this, Lestrade!" someone snapped off screen. "Ask her what sort of iron mill in Chicago he works at! It's the only possibility that fits! Ask her!"

"Who the hell is that?" asked Murphy. Lestrade sighed, his expression looking all to familiar to Murphy. "Your own grave robber?" she guessed.

"Christ, if only it was that simple," Lestrade replied with no small amount of wistfulness.
The Writer They Call Tay: Sherlock: Lestrade shadesawanderingbard on January 15th, 2013 03:59 pm (UTC)
Aww! I love the too gruff police officers trying to out sarcastic each other, and Murphy trying to defend Harry. And Sherlock off-screen, I'm guessing just about to push Lestrade out of the way. I love it! I really ship these two for some reason. Thank you for indulging me. :D
formerly lifeinsomniacjoonscribble on January 15th, 2013 04:45 pm (UTC)
I have fantasies that eventually Murphy and Lestrade will get married. How this would happen is beyond me but I like the idea of them ending up together and Lestrade becoming Anna's stepdad.
The Writer They Call Tay: Sherlock: Lestrade shadesawanderingbard on January 15th, 2013 04:47 pm (UTC)
Yes! I would love that. Though I don't know if either of them would be able to leave their cities. Maybe if they could still be police officers where they went...

formerly lifeinsomniacjoonscribble on January 15th, 2013 04:49 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I want both of them to stay where they are. But if one of them had to move, I'd prefer Murphy to move to London. Harry could still visit her via transportation spell.

I'd imagine for a time Anna would not be pleased about the move itself and be somewhat resentful before she settled in. Plus, I have this image of her being so completely unimpressed with Sherlock because she knows Harry WHO IS A WIZARD.
The Writer They Call Tay: Dresden: Harry and Murphyawanderingbard on January 15th, 2013 04:50 pm (UTC)
Yes! And Sherlock being miffed about this and not sure why, because it really shouldn't matter, but it does.
formerly lifeinsomniacjoonscribble on January 15th, 2013 04:53 pm (UTC)
Anna: Big deal. Harry can teleport. And he's got a cool skull.

Sherlock: I have a skull.

Anna: Bet yours doesn't have a ghost living in it.

John would be beyond delighted watching Sherlock entering into this childish competition.
The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on January 15th, 2013 04:56 pm (UTC)

John: Just walk away, Sherlock.
Sherlock: She is wrong, John. How can you sit there and let her be wrong?!
John: She's a child.
Sherlock: I don't see what difference that makes.
formerly lifeinsomniacjoonscribble on January 15th, 2013 05:00 pm (UTC)
Hahaha! Oh, Sherlock. Such an equal opportunity critic.
aelfgyfu_mead: Dresdenaelfgyfu_mead on January 17th, 2013 12:09 am (UTC)
Poor Murphy! Poor Lestrade!
aelfgyfu_mead: Torchwood-Jack Ianto Gwenaelfgyfu_mead on January 15th, 2013 01:10 am (UTC)
Torchwood before the last two episodes of s2, so Tosh is still with the team.

John and Sherlock pursue a case in Cardiff and find Tosh and Ianto already on it.
formerly lifeinsomniac: Torchwoodjoonscribble on January 17th, 2013 03:23 am (UTC)
This one gave me a lot of trouble. It kept getting longer and unwieldy so I just cut it off and am presenting the bit that's more toward the beginning.


"You ever feel like half this job is just lugging bodies around?" Tosh asked. She eyed the corpse of the king sized Weevil that had to somehow fit into their SUV. Not to mention the bodies of the two grown men currently taking a nap on the warehouse floor.

Ianto crouched down by the taller man's prone form and checked his pulse. "Lugging and drugging," he murmured. "Think the retcon will work on him? Given what his brain can do..."

"It's the maximum dose for his weight and height. Anymore and we could end up damaging fundamental parts of him. Temperament, personality," Tosh listed.

"Yeah, somehow I'm not seeing that as too much of a problem right now," noted Ianto, still smarting from the man's intrusive statement that whoever Ianto was currently shagging had no intention of entering into any sort of long term monogamous relationship.

"Although by the amount of starch you've employed into your collar, you clearly were hoping for a commitment."

"There's an alien on the floor and you're talking about starched collars?! Sherlock! An alien! At our feet! Right there."

aelfgyfu_mead: Toshaelfgyfu_mead on January 17th, 2013 10:55 pm (UTC)
I don't know whether to be disappointed or grateful that we don't get real interaction among the characters! I think John would get on well with Ianto and Tosh. I should have left out Sherlock!
Astoundingly fond of avocados and rainy weather.: BL_FlamingoInCrowdguardian_chaos on January 15th, 2013 01:27 am (UTC)
Aziraphale and Crowley abruptly discover their bottle of Mezcal Con Gusano ("with worm") liquor was the one with the dreaded moth larvae in it when Aziraphale unintentionally swallows the faded red larvae whole. It's funny, really. Well, to one of them it is, anyway.
formerly lifeinsomniac: Ducks!joonscribble on January 15th, 2013 04:54 pm (UTC)
Despite being an angel with questionable personal hygiene, Aziraphale would probably have a freakout over having ingested a worm. His freakout would be magnified by the fact that he'd be completely drunk and thus a little more prone to hysteria.

Meanwhile, Crowley would be busy drunkenly laughing and threatening to bring the worm back to life while still inside Aziraphale's stomach.
Astoundingly fond of avocados and rainy weather.: BBT_NerdDance!guardian_chaos on January 15th, 2013 07:23 pm (UTC)
BAHAHAHAHA!!! Oh my goodness, I don't think I can express how hard I laughed at even this small description. For some inexplicable reason, I simply hadn't factored in drunken hysteria, and that just makes this all the more wonderful.

Thank you for this!