You Will Remember Me For Centuries
Request: Can you make a Superwholock oneshot where everyone is in the TARDIS and Y/N goes onto Tumblr and she leaves computer (with Tumblr on it) and Dean, Sam, Sherlock, John and The Doctor find it and start looking themselves up on Tumblr.
Word Count: 2570 (longest one yet, wooo!!)
Authors Note: Title from the song Centuries by Fall Out Boy. Thank you so much to the requester for this, it’s probably my favourite of the three I’ve written. I’ve tried to set it between after series 3 of the modern Doctor Who, any point after series 4 of Supernatural and anywhere during Sherlock, that said, it might not fit actual date.
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The last three months had been the best of your whole life. Chasing aliens and monsters across the universe, even through time. You’d seen the day humans colonised the first Earth-like planet thousands of lightyears away and the day our Sun was born.
Scrolling through your Tumblr feed you smiled, if not for this site, you’d never have heard of the Doctor. Your grin widens as you reminiscence how you’d been at CardiffCon when a cosplayer caught your eye. His likeness to the drawing and descriptions of the tenth Doctor was incredible, so naturally you followed him. You’d always follow him.
Life in the TARDIS was just how most of the fanfics you’d spent weeks dreaming about described it. The never-ending rollercoaster of adventures and emotions. That’s the only part of your new life you didn’t like. Emotions.
Of course, it was utterly incredible all that you’d seen but there was a constant companion to all your joy. Death lurked in every shadow. You’d seen so much of him in your short time with the Doctor and it never ceased burdening your mind.
Upon hearing the squeak of the Doctor’s converse against the TARDIS console room floor, you scramble to close down Tumblr. You could only imagine how awful it would be if the Doctor discovered fanfiction.
“California?” He mumbles. “Ever been to California, Y/N?”
“No. Why? Are we going?” Excitement began building up inside you. Before meeting the Doctor you’d never left Wales, let alone go to America.
“A message arrived on my psychic paper. Two addresses. Both in the same place, Sacramento, California. A date and time as well, signed SH. It’d take a brilliant mind to be able to do that…” He trails off and begins to hit random parts of the console.
SH. There’s only one person you’d heard of who does that. You desperately hoped that it was true and the great Sherlock Holmes was awaiting you.
The TARDIS landed even more roughly as usual, sending you crashing to the ground. You dusted yourself off then ran to the door. The Doctor nodded to you, the nod that meant you could go out the door first. You pulled the door open and stepped out into the drizzling rain.
“Disgusting weather. I thought it wasn’t supposed to rain in California.” You grumbled, pulling the hood of your jacket over your head. The Doctor ruffled his already damp hair and with a grin began striding down the street.
“A motel?!” You squeaked with excitement. “That’s so awesome!”
“Wait till you go inside sweetheart. You won’t be so happy then, unless filth and cockroaches are your thing.” A dreamy American accent interupts your thoughts.
“But hunters stay in…” You trail off as you turn around to lock eyes with a tall beautiful man.
“Hunters?” He raised an eyebrow challengingly and damn him, it was hot.
“Hunters.” You choke out, cursing yourself for your weakness. You had not prepared youself for Gods like the arrogant man smirking down at you.
“Dean!” A man with hair like a spaniel’s ears ran towards you both. “ I’m sorry about him, we’ll be going now. Have a nice day.”
Dean? You knew you knew those eyes. Fanfiction apple green eyes. That makes the anxious puppy Sam. First Sherlock now these two. All your wildest dreams are coming true
“Hello boys.” You beam. “Please let me sit in the Impala.”
“What? No? Why? How do you know baby?” He looked to Sam for reassurance. “You’re one of them aren’t you? One of those fangirls that read those books?”
“Firstly, please don’t hiss when you can fangirls, it’s insulting. Yes, of course I’ve read the books. Why are you here? Are you hunting something?”
“The reason we are here is really none of your concern. Enjoy the motel and goodbye.” No! The Winchesters couldn’t just leave you.
“There’s a case here.” The Winchesters and Sherlock Holmes working with the Doctor. Could your life get any better? “We need your help.”
“Lead the way.” Sam smiles as beautifully as Carver Edlund describes.
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“Filth and cockroaches” Dean had said and as much as you wished he was wrong, he understated it. The twin room you had rented was so thick with grime you doubted that anything but the sheets had been cleaned in a decade or two. The only thing that made the room better was that the Winchesters were next door, though even they probably couldn’t save you from the green lichen coating the shower.
After checking Google Maps you found that the address Sherlock had sent, a diner just across the street. A glance at your phone shows that only twenty minutes left till you meet Sherlock. You decide ready everyone and go early, wouldn’t want to give him the wrong impression. Your appreciation at being assessed by Sherlock grew as you remember there is something serious happening in this small town. Something Sherlock needed the Doctor for.
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The diner was very American, well compared to the “American Diners” you frequented in Wales. A long counter stretched the lenght of the building, a jukebox blasting 70’s music sat in a corner and there were enough neon signs to put Vegas to shame. You decide to sit at a large red booth in a corner furthest away from the few people dining there.
At exactly half past nine the door swings open and a dark haired man wearing a long navy coat sweeps in with a shorter man hurrying behind him. Sherlock had brought Watson with him! This was hardly a shock but they were actually in the same room as you, the only one missing now was Cas. You pray he’ll turn up soon.
Before sitting down, Sherlock adjusts his scarf and runs a hand through his hair. It would have seem he was nervous but you knew better. The silence around the table was deafening and would have been hilarious if it wasn’t so awkward. Your favorite heroes gathered together, each clueless what to say.
“Introductions are needed.” You interrupt the staring and begin pointing at each of them in turn. “This is the Doctor, Dean, Sam, Sherlock and Watson.”
“And you are?” John asks kindly. The stress of his lifestyle is etched on his face yet it is still full of warmth. You wondered how you’d look if you continued running away with the Doctor.
“My name is Y/N. I’m not important like any of you, I’m only here because I chased a man with a blue box. Sherlock, you called the Doctor here. Why?”
“Two people disappeared. Police found their skeletons three days later.” Sherlock said as if every word was wasted on you all. “I summoned the Doctor because nothing human could do this.”
“Dean and I are here for the same reason. Thirty three people have gone missing in the woods here in the last sixty years. Ten in the last two years.” Sam’s eyes turn to Sherlock coldly.“ Whatever it is, it’s getting stronger. We’re here to kill it.”
“What is it?” You ask apprehensivly.
“It’s not one of those.” The Doctor says, fear appearing in his eyes. “Ive not seen it in so long. It must be living in the shadows of the forest.”
“What is it?” Sam’s hazel eyes widen. “How do we stop it?”
“It’s Vashta Nerada. And an increasing large number by the sound for things. Stop it? They’re unstoppable.” Silence falls around the table. Everyone is used to stopping the monster and saving the day.
“I’ve never heard of it. There’s nothing in my dad’s journal about them. How are you so sure?” You smiled at Dean’s questions, thinking by now he’d have realised that not everything was in John Winchester’s journal.
“They are the piranhas of the air. They lurk in the shadows and strip flesh from bone in less than a second. We’ll go tomorrow in the daylight, try and figure out how many there is.”
“A good nights sleep would be great for everyone I think. Meet back here for breakfast tomorrow?” You say what everyone was thinking. You’re exhausted, tomorrow isn’t going to be easy and the grubby hotel bed is calling.
Wishing the others goodnight, you and the Doctor headed back to the motel while the others stayed to talk with the locals.
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The shower is Sherlock and John’s room was far cleaner than yours. You wondered what Sherlock had said to the housekeeping staff for them to do such a good job.
After smoothing your damp hair into a ponytail and applying eyeliner you come to the conclusion that you look badass enough to be hunting with the Winchesters.
You were the last to arrive at the diner, naturally they hadn’t decided to wait for you and were all shoving pancakes down their throats at lightning speed. A semi warm stack was waiting for you, such brilliant boys.
Conversation was slow, just the occasional murmer about their latest adventures and so much food. The Winchester’s ate the most, eating as if they wouldn’t get another scrap for a week, especially Dean.
“You won’t believe this.” Sam looks up from his laptop. “Its on the local news. Despite protest, the deforestation of 50 square miles of woodland commences today to make way for a new housing development.”
“If the forest has gone. Will it kill them?” John looks to the Doctor with such hope.
“A large number should die in theory and the rest will scatter. They won’t pose any threat in small numbers, just feed from dead animals.”
“This whole expedition wss pointless.” Sherlock grumbles from the corner. “John, book an earlier flight home to Gatwick.”
“There’s no need. We can take you in the TARDIS, right Doctor?” You needed to get a photo of them together. It’d be a shame you could never post it to Tumblr but a great keepsake.
“No problem. Allons-y. Do you two need a lift anywhere?” He looks to Dean but Sam shakes his head.
“The car is parked at the motel but can I possibly look inside the TARDIS? I read about it. I’d love to see it for myself.” You can’t blame Sam for wanting to see it. It took you ages to get your head around it.
“On one condition.” You grin as Dean cocks his head. “Let me sit in the Impala.”
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Dean finally gave in to your shamelessly begging and let you drive his baby a few metres around the car park. After forcing him to take pictures of you in it, the Doctor started waving you over. It was time to go.
“Just let me go get my proper camera, okay?” You should over your shoulder to them, running towards the bedroom nearest the swimming pool which you’d claimed as your own.
Running back up the stairs you pause as you reach the console room. Everyone is gathered around the screen and upon hearing you, begin staring open mouthed.
“‘Cas, show me what the pizza man taught you.’ WHAT IS THIS FILTH?!” You pray the ground would swallow you whole. Dean had turned an unhealthy shade of purple while Sam had a small smirk playing on the edge of his lips.
“Because you’ve not watched worse online…” You raise your eyebrows in challenge, resulting in Dean stepping away from the console and towering into your personal space.
“It’s an art form.” Dean looms over you, mock anger dancing in his eyes. Smiling, you roll your eyes up at him, before dodging past him to get to the console.
John and Sherlock are stood between you and logging off Tumblr. John’s forehead is deeply furrowed as he scrolls through your feed. Please God, let it stop.
“Step away from my Tumblr. Both of you.” Sherlock’s lips curl into a half smile of amusement while John’s widen to the size of Jupiter.
“What part of not gay is too much for anybody to understand? Johnlock? Seriously? Why name it?” At this point you didn’t know which of you wanted to spontaneously combust the most.
“Of course, John. Nobody cares what you are but by all means put it on your blog anyway. Another thirteen hundred word rant about your sexuality is just what the readers want. Maybe it’ll make page four of the Mail this time instead of just a small article on nine.” Sherlock renders John speechless as he takes over control of my Tumblr. John paces over to the bench, mumbling and cursing to himself the whole time.
Dean was sat on the bench with John, complaining about why he wasn’t being shipped with a long list of supermodels to Sam who was shaking his head laughing.
“Sheriarty. Boring, uncreative name, although better than Johnlock.” He tuts and walks away from the console, nonchalantly smoothing his hair, grumbling something cynical under his breath.
Just as you were about to log out, you were pushed aside making you gasp in suprise. The Doctor beams at you and begins typing into the search bar.
“Tenpetals?” His eyes are wide and brow furrowed. “Rose?…”
“You and Rose are OTP.” It slightly hurts you to be reminded of her, it was obvious he was still burdened by her loss. Even though he’d travelled with Martha since, you still felt compared to Rose.
“One true pairing. Almost everyone in the fandom wish you were together.” He looks dumbfounded.
“She will always be important to me. Just as Martha will be. And as you currently are. You are so brilliant There’s so many amazing things I’ve seen for the first time with you, and there’s even more to come.” He takes his gaze away from you to sign out of your Tumblr. “None of us need to read stories abour our lives. We get to live them.”
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“Are you sure we can’t take you back to London in the TARDIS?” You ask John, desperate for the not to leave just yet.
“Our flights in four hours and Sherlock would probably be unbearable after a trip in that. Maybe another time if we meet again.”
“I hope we do. Good luck with Sherlock on the plane.” John’s smile fades a little, with concern about which people Sherlock will irritate this time.
Sherlock pulls up his coat collar, smiling at you then getting in the taxi. His lack of goodbye hurts a little but didn’t come as a suprise.
“Did we live up to the stories, fangirl?” Dean draws your attention away from the departing taxi.
“More than I ever imagined.” Sadness began gnawing at your insides when Dean kissed your forehead. You didn’t want this to be goodbye. “Be safe, both of you. Also, tell Cas I want to meet him one day.”
“We’ll make sure you get to.” Sam steps in as Dean walks to the Impala, handing you his phone. “When he next turns up, I’ll give you a call.”
Sam kisses your cheek before joining Dean in the car, and they both wave as the Impala speeds away. The Doctor takes your hand in his own.
“This adventures over. Ready for a new one?” You beam excitedly. “Any more fangirl obsessions you want to meet?”
His offer gives you unlimited possibilities and you couldn’t wait. With so many people, where could you possibly begin?
“Take me to Kings Cross Station. September 1st 1991.”
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