Trenchcoat Convention
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celebratinguniquenessTitle: Trenchcoat Convention
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood/Sherlock (BBC)
Author:celebratinguniqueness
Characters/Pairings: Ten, Jack, Sherlock
Rating: G
Spoilers: None at all!
Summary: The men meet at the pub...
Word Count: 228
Notes: This was written foryeomanrand 's prompt, 'Crossover: any/any, any character with a long coat (as many as you like! e.g., SPN:Castiel & Firefly:Mal & Sherlock:Sherlock & The Fugitive:Lt. Gerard), "What is this, a trenchcoat convention?"' on ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fic_promptly .
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or Doctor Who or Sherlock (BBC). Everyone belongs to BBC... sadly I am just borrowing them!
“Who are we waiting for anyway Doc?”
“Just wait will you? You'll see soon enough.”
Jack huffed as they stood both leaning against opposite pillars before the pub. Jack wasn't quite sure who they were waiting for, but he was thankful for having his Great Coat... it was bloody freezing in this part of London. The Doctor kept his eyes opened for this mysterious person, who Jack was yet to know the name of. He stared at the Doctor, who's hands were in his Jacket pockets.
“Do we have to wait outside? My hands are going to fall off in a minute...”
“I have no idea how your team puts up with your whining...”
“Hey I'll have you know-”
“What is this, a trenchcoat convention?”
Jack spun round so quickly he briefly lost his balance. Luckily the Doctor steadied him, patting his arm.
“Jack, Sherlock. Sherlock, Jack.”
“You are kidding me right? Okay I think I need to sit down.”
The man who had shown up, looked just like the guy on the TV when Ianto turns on BBC 1... This can't be right... can it? He had the same dark curled hair, intelligent eyes and straight posture. Wore those same black leather gloves and long black overcoat, with a scarf round his neck.
He really needed to sit down.
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood/Sherlock (BBC)
Author:
celebratinguniqueness Characters/Pairings: Ten, Jack, Sherlock
Rating: G
Spoilers: None at all!
Summary: The men meet at the pub...
Word Count: 228
Notes: This was written for
yeomanrand 's prompt, 'Crossover: any/any, any character with a long coat (as many as you like! e.g., SPN:Castiel & Firefly:Mal & Sherlock:Sherlock & The Fugitive:Lt. Gerard), "What is this, a trenchcoat convention?"' on fic_promptly .Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or Doctor Who or Sherlock (BBC). Everyone belongs to BBC... sadly I am just borrowing them!
“Who are we waiting for anyway Doc?”
“Just wait will you? You'll see soon enough.”
Jack huffed as they stood both leaning against opposite pillars before the pub. Jack wasn't quite sure who they were waiting for, but he was thankful for having his Great Coat... it was bloody freezing in this part of London. The Doctor kept his eyes opened for this mysterious person, who Jack was yet to know the name of. He stared at the Doctor, who's hands were in his Jacket pockets.
“Do we have to wait outside? My hands are going to fall off in a minute...”
“I have no idea how your team puts up with your whining...”
“Hey I'll have you know-”
“What is this, a trenchcoat convention?”
Jack spun round so quickly he briefly lost his balance. Luckily the Doctor steadied him, patting his arm.
“Jack, Sherlock. Sherlock, Jack.”
“You are kidding me right? Okay I think I need to sit down.”
The man who had shown up, looked just like the guy on the TV when Ianto turns on BBC 1... This can't be right... can it? He had the same dark curled hair, intelligent eyes and straight posture. Wore those same black leather gloves and long black overcoat, with a scarf round his neck.
He really needed to sit down.
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