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Title:  Anything yours can do, mine can do worse...

A/N:  Written for [livejournal.com profile] quarryquest who wanted Drs Watson (Sherlock) and McCoy (Star Trek: TOS) commiserating over all the trouble their friends end up dragging them into.

Word count approx. 1500 (they just keep getting longer…)

*****

Jim, of course, had gotten them goddamn time traveled again.  It was the third time in as many weeks.  Truly, the man was a menace.  “When are we this time?” McCoy asked with a sigh of resignation.

Spock scanned the air in front of him, looking down at the resulting information which his tricorder spat back as it hummed and whistled.  “The air quality indicates we are currently occupants of the early twenty-first century; most probably the end of the first decade.  An analysis of the surrounding geography places us on Earth in London, England.”

“London?”  McCoy perked up at the news.  London was a fine city, he’d done some epic pub crawling through its narrow streets back in his younger days.

Jim was already off and running, at least metaphorically.  “We’ll need some clothes if we’re going to blend in.”

“Aw, hell, no,” drawled the good doctor.  “I’m not going through all that rigamarole again, Jim.  If anyone asks, I’m on my way to a fancy dress party.”  Grumpily, he set off down the sidewalk.

“Bones!  Where are you going?  You can’t just go off on your own, we need to find a way to get back to the ship!”

McCoy stopped and turned to his friend.  “You don’t need me for that,” he insisted and waved his hand at Spock.  “You’ve got tall, green, and pointy here to cobble you up a time machine out of washers and fishing line.  When he’s done you’ll find me in the nearest establishment serving mint juleps.”  He turned and set off again, waving his communicator in the air as he did so.  “Call me when we’re ready to leave.”


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Title:  Anything yours can do, mine can do worse...

A/N:  Written for [livejournal.com profile] quarryquest who wanted Drs Watson (Sherlock) and McCoy (Star Trek: TOS) commiserating over all the trouble their friends end up dragging them into.

Word count approx. 1500 (they just keep getting longer…)

*****

Jim, of course, had gotten them goddamn time traveled again.  It was the third time in as many weeks.  Truly, the man was a menace.  “When are we this time?” McCoy asked with a sigh of resignation.

Spock scanned the air in front of him, looking down at the resulting information which his tricorder spat back as it hummed and whistled.  “The air quality indicates we are currently occupants of the early twenty-first century; most probably the end of the first decade.  An analysis of the surrounding geography places us on Earth in London, England.”

“London?”  McCoy perked up at the news.  London was a fine city, he’d done some epic pub crawling through its narrow streets back in his younger days.

Jim was already off and running, at least metaphorically.  “We’ll need some clothes if we’re going to blend in.”

“Aw, hell, no,” drawled the good doctor.  “I’m not going through all that rigamarole again, Jim.  If anyone asks, I’m on my way to a fancy dress party.”  Grumpily, he set off down the sidewalk.

“Bones!  Where are you going?  You can’t just go off on your own, we need to find a way to get back to the ship!”

McCoy stopped and turned to his friend.  “You don’t need me for that,” he insisted and waved his hand at Spock.  “You’ve got tall, green, and pointy here to cobble you up a time machine out of washers and fishing line.  When he’s done you’ll find me in the nearest establishment serving mint juleps.”  He turned and set off again, waving his communicator in the air as he did so.  “Call me when we’re ready to leave.”


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Good lord, I am bad at writing short things. Still, go here to request a (long) drabble of your very own http://impulsereader.livejournal.com/48933.html

Title: Metamorphosis
written for [livejournal.com profile] litlover12
she requested Radar from M*A*S*H
Word count: 1291

*****

It takes a while for Walter to become Radar.

When he first lands in Korea, Walter is too afraid to take out his bear.

It’s nice to know that he is in his bag, under all his clothes and stuff, but it would be nicer still to be able to cuddle him, even if he had to do it under the covers so no one else could see.

But all the other guys are tough and don’t need a bear.

Or maybe they just don’t know how nice it is to cuddle a bear.

Either way, Walter knows he needs to leave his bear where he is - hidden.
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Good lord, I am bad at writing short things. Still, go here to request a (long) drabble of your very own http://impulsereader.livejournal.com/48933.html

Title: Metamorphosis
written for [livejournal.com profile] litlover12
she requested Radar from M*A*S*H
Word count: 1291

*****

It takes a while for Walter to become Radar.

When he first lands in Korea, Walter is too afraid to take out his bear.

It’s nice to know that he is in his bag, under all his clothes and stuff, but it would be nicer still to be able to cuddle him, even if he had to do it under the covers so no one else could see.

But all the other guys are tough and don’t need a bear.

Or maybe they just don’t know how nice it is to cuddle a bear.

Either way, Walter knows he needs to leave his bear where he is - hidden.
Read more )
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Hm, I was just going to post these as replies, but this first one got a bit long. Go to this post to request a drabble of your very own. http://impulsereader.livejournal.com/48933.html

Title: He built it.
Written for [livejournal.com profile] azriona
Word count: 730
A/N: Inspired by Carolyn's line in 2x6 Limerick: It's a big house of course. He has his own part of it. But even so, a house containing Arthur is very difficult to mistake for an empty house.

*****
CLUNK

Carolyn’s head jerked up from her book, her mind automatically categorizing ‘clunk’ as a fairly normal Arthur sound; worthy of noting but not alarming on its own. She went back to the explanation of how the dinosaurs could never possibly survive on their own if ever they were to somehow escape the island.

After a few more pages, there came another CLUNK which was followed by a BANG and a subsequent squelch.
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Hm, I was just going to post these as replies, but this first one got a bit long. Go to this post to request a drabble of your very own. http://impulsereader.livejournal.com/48933.html

Title: He built it.
Written for [livejournal.com profile] azriona
Word count: 730
A/N: Inspired by Carolyn's line in 2x6 Limerick: It's a big house of course. He has his own part of it. But even so, a house containing Arthur is very difficult to mistake for an empty house.

*****
CLUNK

Carolyn’s head jerked up from her book, her mind automatically categorizing ‘clunk’ as a fairly normal Arthur sound; worthy of noting but not alarming on its own. She went back to the explanation of how the dinosaurs could never possibly survive on their own if ever they were to somehow escape the island.

After a few more pages, there came another CLUNK which was followed by a BANG and a subsequent squelch.
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