Hi 🤗 I hope you are doing well! I absolutely LOVE your writing for Midsomer Murders!!! I was wondering if you would be interested in writing for the character Toby DeQuetteville from the episode The Dark Rider? If that's not something you'd want to do I completely understand. Thank you anyway! 💕
'Til the end
Toby DeQuetteville x reader
Summary: You knew Toby since childhood. But everything changes when his family starts to die.
A/N: I was finally able to finish the story. I am so sorry that it took so long. Life was just pretty crazy. Also it took some effort to write the story since I am not the biggest fan of the "new" Barnaby. But I hope, you like it.
A/A/N: Only half of it is proof read!!!
"Toby?" The man nearly fell off the ladder, while he hung up the garland. "Oh, it's you. Hey." "Hey. I heard what happened to your uncle. I am so sorry." Toby finished his work before getting down. "Yeah... thank you." You made a step forward and hugged him tightly. It was hard to understand what happened. After all, you knew the family very well since you grew up with Toby. "How do you feel?" You asked, burying your face in his shoulder. "I... I don't really know, to be honest. It's still shocking." "Yes, it is."
Simon gave the two of you a strange look before running away. But you didn't mind. He was always like that. "Do you need something? Can I do something for you?" "I don't think so. It's just... I think I need some time to process everything. But it's not that easy with the police being around." "Toby, the garland is twisted," you heard and annoyed voice, getting some distance to your friend, you noticed that it was his wife. He looked up, getting flustered. He immediately got back on the ladder, which you were holding now. "Trying to get your hands on my husband again?" Betty asked quietly, while Toby was busy. You rolled your eyes. "Betty, we are just friends." "Of course."
But before you were able to get into a real fight like so many times before, a carriage arrived with a breakneck speed and Betty went of to scold the other DeQuetteville twin. You and Betty had never been friends. She had always seen you as a threat, even though you were in Toby's life first.
"You okay up there?" You laughed, watching your friend trying to put up the garland right. "Oh, shut up," he mumbled, but that didn't make you stop smiling.
While Toby was repairing the tire, which Julian had broken once again, you were wandering around the property, helping wherever help was needed to set everything up for the event. "And what are you doing here?" Diana asked. "Helping." "Great, then take this and bring it over to the stables," she said and handed you a heavy basket with some metal bars. "Of course," you mumbled, trying not to collapse under the basket. Diana was a mystery to you. You didn't know if she liked or hated you. But one thing you could say for sure. She was arrogant. That wasn't a surprise since money ruins people's characters.
Many minutes and a lot of back pain later, you were able to put the basket down. You didn't know what the bars were needed for but you also didn't care. "And you are?"
You turned around, looking into a pair of curios eyes. "A friend of the family. And you?" "DS Jones. CID Causton. We are here because of the death of" "Bentham. I know." "A friend, you said?" You nodded, chewing on your lower lip. "How close?" "Well... close enough to know Bentham. Close enough that Betty hates me. If she's the killer, I'd probably be the next," you said with a sarcastic smile. "Why does she hate you?" "Toby and I are good friends. We have known each other since preschool. She fears that he might love me. But believe me, he never tried anything in that direction." Jones nodded. "Can you join us inside?" "Of course, why not?"
"Anything that you wanna tell me without the family knowing?" Jones asked on your way. You thought about it for a second, not wanting to talk bad about anyone. "Well... it's a family with old money and even older stories. But... if you ask me, it has nothing to do with that. Even though, Toby claims that he saw the headless rider. Toby is the nice one of the twins. But quiet," you stopped in front of the bid door of the mansion. "It's Julian who's the shifty one. On some days... I'm scared of him. I don't know him very well, to be fair. But from what I see, I am confused why Diana stays with him. He does everything to hurt and suppress Toby." You reached for the door and opened it.
You were standing in a corner next to the door, when the family did everything to create a bad picture of Bentham. "Total misery," Izzy said. "How can you say that? He was a human like everyone else of us. He didn't deserve to die this way," you stated. "Just because your family is dead, we don't have to be all happy about ours," Julian said, glaring at you. You didn't know what to say. For a second, your lungs refused to work and your view went blurry. "Was that really necessary?" Toby asked and for a split of a second you saw something in his eyes, not really knowing what it was. There was just something... different. But you didn't have the time or capacity to really think about that. You just turned around and ran out of the house. You ran and ran until your legs gave up.
And then you were just lying in the middle of a meadow, crying. That wasn't fair, using the deaths of your loved ones against you.
You must've passed out from the crying, because suddenly, you felt a hand stroking your hair. "You okay?" It was Toby, looking down at you. "Yeah, I am." "Don't lie to me. He is an asshole." "Yes, he is. He always was."
But still, Julian's death was a shock to you. How he was lying in the back of the carriage, not moving. You didn't scream when you saw him like this, but still, you had to sit down on the stairs to the mansion. "God, this can't be real," you whispered and stared at your shaking hands.
"Do you have a moment?" You heard the Sergeant behind you, just when you wanted to enter your house. "Of course, Jones. How may I help you?" You noticed that he didn't dare to look into your eyes. "It seemed like you and Julian DeQuetteville... weren't best friends." "I already told you that." Jones cleared his throat. "Ma'am, where were you last afternoon?" You realised what he was implying. Your heart was racing. Of course, you had nothing to do with Julian's death, but still...
"Why don't you come in? We don't have to talk about it in front of the whole village." Jones nodded.
You took a sip of your cup of tea, trying to calm your nerves. "I am sorry for asking these questions." "Don't be. You have to." You took a long breath. "Last afternoon... I was at the DeQuetteville's. Helping with the preparations." "Are there any witnesses?" "I think Diana saw me once or twice. And Betty. She was blaming me for someone else's mistakes." "Okay. Thank you." You smiled. Or at least, you tried to. "You know the family better than me. Who has a motive?" "The better question is, who hasn't? I mean... Nobody really liked Julian and..." Something was coming to your mind. A pair of eyes. The look Toby had in his eyes in the mansion. You weren't able to put a finger on it earlier... but now... "Ma'am?" You looked back at Jones. "Are you okay? Do you wanna tell me something?" "No," you whispered. "I am just having a headache." "You sure?" You clinged on your tea cup. "Yes, I am. It was just a lot, the past few days." "Okay, call me, if you remember something." He gave you his card and left.
It couldn't be true. Not him. Not Toby. How could someone like him be a killer?
Your phone was ringing. You started shaking when you heard his voice. "How are you?" He asked with a soft voice. You tried to answer but your voice didn't wanna work. "Hey, is something wrong?" "No," you whispered. The world was rotating. "Are you sure? Do you need help?" Panic started raising but at the same time, you longed for his presence.
"Can I see you tomorrow?" "Yeah, sure. Will you come over?" "Yeah. Sure thing."
You were waiting for him at the stables, pacing back and forth. When a hand was grabbing you from behind, you started screaming. "Hey don't worry, it's just me," Toby immediately said. You turned around and faced him. He had this soft look in his eyes once again. You never knew anything else. "Someone's being jumpy today," he smiled and for a second, you weren't sure about your theory. "Talk to me, what's wrong? How can I help you?" "Help me?" A rage started burning inside of you. "How? By killing someone again?" You took a step back, trying to build some distance. "Killing? What are you talking about?" "I know about it, Toby. I know." You hoped he would say that you were wrong but his gaze hardened. "How do you know?" "I am not stupid. Maybe you can fool the police and your family. But I've known you since we were little kids." He didn't say anything. "Why? Toby, why?" A grin appeared on his face. "Why? Because I love you!" You stopped breathing for a second. "What?!" "I love you. I always did." "Why did you never say anything? Why did you marry Betty then?" "Because I knew without money you'd never choose me." "What? Money doesn't mean anything to me." "Somehow it means something to everyone. I wanted to be able to afford a good life to you." Tears were burning in your eyes. "That makes no sense at all." "Julian hurt you. He always did. There was no way of us ever being happy if he was there. And still, he was standing between me and the money." He made a step in your direction. You wanted to make another one backwards but your back hit a wall. "I love you. I could never hurt you." His hand came up to your face. His face looked desperate. "Don't run away from me. I wouldn't survive it." You tried to find a weapon within your reach but there was nothing. The first tear was running down your cheek. "I would've loved you without a single penny," you whispered. "Money does only ruin everything." Toby leaned forward and pressed his lips on yours. For the first time, you mind stopped thinking. Your fingers grabbed his shoulders, holding onto them.
"You have a wife," you whispered, when he let go of you. "I will get the divorce. She won't stand between us anymore." "Toby... the police will find out sooner or later." "There is only one witness. I will take care of it." "No," you whispered. "No more deaths." "She could ruin everything." "Toby..." He looked into your eyes. Your heart started fluttering. Those innocent eyes... He was good at playing the innocent one. The begging puppy eyes made your heart ache. "I will make sure that we'll have a good future. I promise. I will give you whatever you need to be happy. I'll make every wish come true, I promise. You're safe with me." You hugged him and buried your face in his shoulder, inhaling the smell you always felt comfortable around. "Just come back," you whispered. "Don't leave me alone." "I won't ever leave you alone again. I'll protect you 'til the end," he whispered and interlinked his pinky with yours. Something you always did as children. Already then he promised to protect you 'til the end. "Okay," you whispered. "I'll come to yours when everything is done." He pressed a kiss on your forehead and suddenly, he was gone. Your whole body felt cold.
You sat on your couch, chewing on your nails. Jones' card was still lying on your table. Like it was provoking you. Like it was asking you, follow your believes or love? Your heart was racing, scared of doing the wrong thing.
"DS Jones?" Silence. Your throat felt dry. "Hello?" You were crying, couldn't stop yourself from it anymore. "Jones?" You whispered. He immediately recognised your voice. From all the voice he had heard during the case, yours felt the most human. As if you were the only one in this cold hearted family who had real emotions. "Yes? Are you okay? Are you in danger?" He asked worried. "I know who the killer is," you whispered. He didn't say anything, scared of spooking you away. "It's... it's Toby." Your voice broke. Now there was no turning back. "Toby?" "Yes," you whispered. Your nails were bloody now since you chewed way too much on them by now. "Where is he?" "I... I don't know. He...he said there was a witness. He wants to kill her. I don't know who she is. Please, safe her." "Thank you."
You sat in front of Toby. Glass was separating you. "How could you do that?" He asked. His eyes were cold, all the love was gone. You didn't have any tears left to cry. "I couldn't let another one die for my benefit. She doesn't deserve to die. None of your victims did." "Yes, they did," he answered, his voice also stone cold. "No. Not one deserves to die like this. Not even Julian." You saw the anger rising in him. "Toby, I love you. But I couldn't live like this." He slammed against the glass and yelled some insults. You were shaking when he got dragged away.
"This isn't your fault, you know?" Jones was waiting for you in front of the prison. "But it does feel like it," you mumbled. But in the end, you knew it was better like this. You knew that you saved a life.
He always protected you from everything. It was your turn of returning the favor, even if it meant protecting him from himself.
Summary: Even though you are in an alternate timeline, the universe does still have plans for you.
Warning: suggestive language
"Leonard McCoy. And you are?" "Kirk," you simply answered. "Kirk? And first name?" "None of your business, idiot." "Don't take it too hard. She's always like that," Jim said to his new friend.
It was your second week at the academy. Like many times before, you couldn't sleep, so you went to the roof and looked over Chicago. The lights were mesmerizing. Somehow, they had a calming effect on you. "As your doctor I should tell you that sleep is important," you heard a voice. Turning around, you saw a pair of blue eyes. "Well, good thing that you aren't my doctor, McCoy." "Right," he smiled quietly. On the streets were some vehicles driving around and also did he notice the sea of lights, which were shining from different sky scrapers. "Wanna talk?" "No, not really." "Hmm, good. Have never been much of a talker myself." "Why are you here, anyway?" You asked. Only then you noticed Leonard's look at you. "Couldn't sleep." "Oh, but scolding me for not sleeping?" "The coach does always stand on the side of the field." You couldn't stop a small smile appearing on your lips. "I am thankful that you're watching over Jim." Leonard's eyes were fixated on the skyline. "Why?" "He is like a junky. Always sabotaging himself. He needs someone to stop him." "Why not doing it yourself?" "He won't let me." The young man didn't answer. What was supposed to be their first night together out of many, ended as a one time experience.
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"Hey, wait a second!" Jim shouted after her. It was a warm summer afternoon and she was on her way to her next lesson. "What do you want Jim? I don't have time for any of your crap." "Why always so hectical?" "Because I have a lesson, which you'd knew if you ever attended to one of them. Seriously, Jim, I don't understand how you wanna get your degree." "Oh, c'mon, you know I am already the best." "What do you want?" You repeated your question. "Just wanted to ask you to cover me. I have a date." "A date?" "Ah, just the man I searched." McCoy appeared behind Jim. You rolled your eyes. Your relationship wasn't exactly the best. "Sometimes I just don't know who of you the better half is. Both of you are horrible." "Ouch, little Kirk, you're hurting my feelings." "Oh, get over it, Doc." "God, the two of your are like a pair of pit bulls. Always on each other's throats," Jim grinned. "Yeah, then leave your pit bull at home the next time. However, I have to go. You should attend to the classes as well, Jim. And you, McCoy, I hope you're failing your next exam." "Kiss my ass," he mumbled. "I'd rather eat a bucket of slugs. But thank you." You smiled sarcastically and put on your sunglasses.
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The alarms were ringing and red light was blinking. "Captain, you can't do this!" McCoy shouted. "Pardon me?" "You are endangering the crew." "Are you questioning my position?" There was silence on the bridge. Only the sirens could be heard. "All I am saying is," you interrupted him. "Noted. Now do as I said. That is an order." "Captain, I just think that" "Lieutenant Uhura, Doctor McCoy doesn't feel well, would you please take over his position?" Your friend just nodded. His breathes were deep and heavy. He stared into you eyes for a second before he stormed off the bridge. No one dared to say anything. In the whole history of the Starfleet no one has ever dared to throw someone of the bridge during a test simulation.
"Kirk," the voice of the Doctor appeared behind you. You stopped and turned around, looking at him, waiting. "Why did you kick me out?" "You questioned my authority. It was my test. I couldn't let that slip. The better question is, how did you dare to stab me in the back?" "Stab you in the back? You were going to kill your crew. I just tried to save them." "You're not the Captain, McCoy." "No, I am not. But I am a Doctor and my job is it to keep everyone healthy. I won't let the crew die just because you want that chair so damn badly. You aren't ready for that job. You aren't ready for space where lives rely on you! People shouldn't die just because you wanna be like your dad so badly." Both of you were quiet for a second. When McCoy saw that pain in your eyes, he realised that he had gone too far. "Go, fuck yourself, asshole," you whispered. McCoy knew it was wrong and that he should just leave but he couldn't go without a sarcastic answer. "Already did that. Maybe you should do that too. Might help you getting your mind straight again." He didn't see it coming but felt your fist in his face just a moment later.
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"Dear God, please don't tell me, we're actually working on the same ship," you groaned when you heard McCoy and your brother behind you. The crew and you were on your way to the U.S.S. Enterprise. "If I remember right, I didn't hear your name, Jimmy." Only then you turned around and saw your brother's sweaty face. "What the hell?" "He's sick. I have to take him with me," McCoy explained. Of course, you noticed that he was lying. "Sick? Oh, save your bullshit for someone else! What is it? A vaccination? God, because of you two I'll lose my job. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but one day." McCoy laughed dryly. "Believe me, princess, you will lose that job all by yourself. It's a wonder that you're even still allowed to work here, after you punched me last year." "You didn't follow my orders." "Your orders? They were bullshit!" "Guys, could you please stop it," Jim mumbled. "Whatever. Just stay in your stupid medbay. I really don't need to see you all the time." "Stupid medbay? Just wait until you need me to save your life." "My life? No, thanks, I'd rather die than having to ask you for help." "Yeah, no problem with that."
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"And your sister?", the older version of Spock asked. "What about my sister?" "Is she studying geology?" "Geology? No, why would she?" "She doesn't? What does she do?" Spock asked alarmed. "She wants to become a captain as well. She always wanted to be like our dad." "You will take over the Enterprise and the version of me in your universe will be your first officer. That means she won't work on the Enterprise. Not with her talent." "Yeah, so what?" "Where I come from, she studied geology, worked on the Enterprise and was a very important team member. You and her were inseparable and..." "And what?" Jim asked worried. "Well, maybe it's not meant to be in this universe." "What do you mean?"
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After three years, you had your own spaceship, The U.S.S. Columbus. At first, you were happy about it and it felt like a restart but soon after, you noticed how lonely you actually felt. You didn't know a lot of people on that spaceship, while they had worked together for years. Somehow, you always felt like an intruder and sometimes, in the middle of the night, you wished, you were back on the Enterprise. You had friends there and Jim. Of course, you didn't want to see McCoy again, but still... you missed your family.
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"Lieutenant, I need a damage report," you ordered after a huge battle with a U.F.O. "Yes, ma'am. We have severe damage in the engine room. But even worse is the med bay. The Chief Medical Officer is dead, as well as the most of the medical personnel." You sighed and rubbed your hand over your face. You were exhausted. "Kirk to medbay." For three very long seconds, there was no answer. "Kirk to medbay," you repeated. "Medbay here," a doctor answered. He was clearly stressed and the background noise seemed hectical. "How's the situation?" "The situation? You must be kidding me, Captain. It’s as if all hell has broken loose!" "Okay. How many patients do you have?" "Like 50, I think. But I don't keep track." "Of course. How much medical personnel do you have left?" "I don't know. Most of us are dead. Maybe three doctors and two nurses." There was heavy silence on the bridge. Only the computers made some sounds. "Lieutenant, can you find out what's the nearest ship which belongs to the Starfleet?" "Yes, ma'am." The Lieutenant to your right answered.
Captain's log,
the battle with the U.F.O. is over. We didn't have enough time to identify the flying object, which means, we don't know, what species was behind the attack. Either, nothing will happen and it was nothing political or we just started an intergalactic war.
Most of our medical personnel is dead. Now, we are trying to get in touch with the nearest starship of the Starfleet. We have to hope that they have enough resources to help us out.
"Ma'am, the nearest ship seems to be the U.S.S. Enterprise." "You have to be shitting me," you mumbled. "Any other ship that is near us?" You hoped that there would be a positive answer since you didn't feel the need to ask your brother for help after a long time of no contact. "No, Captain, I'm sorry." "Alright, Lieutenant Smith, can you get a connection to the Enterprise?" "Of course."
"Enterprise, here is U.S.S. Columbus. Do you copy?" "Hello, little sister," you heard your sassy brother. "It has been a long time." "Yes, but I am not talking for any sentimental reasons." "Of course, you aren't. Would make a great couple with Mr. Spock." "Was there a note of racism?" "Never. He is one of my closest friends." "Spock? Your friend? You have to be kidding me. You and him had a nice physical fight, the last time I saw the two of you." "History. But what makes you getting back in touch with me?" "We were in a battle with an unidentified flying object. We have some damages, some dead people and a lot of hurt people, which can't be moved. We don't have enough medical personnel since most of them died. Is it possible that you send some of yours over?" There was short break, which made you biting your thumbnail. The next Starfleet base was too far away. "Yes, you can have some of our medical personnel. Would two doctors and a nurse be enough?" "You'd save my ass." "Okay, they'll get ready for transport." "Thank you, Jim." "Always. Are you alright?" "Just a sprained wrist. Have been through worse." "Okay, Enterprise over."
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Twenty minutes later, you were standing by the transporter, waiting for the medical team. "How are you, Mr. Johnston?" You asked your Chief Engineer. "Are you joking? We just survived a battle and I lost three engineers." "Of course, I am sorry." That's how it always went. You tried to make conversation but people always found reasons for complaining. "Beam the people over to us," you simply ordered.
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"Captain, Captain Kirk sent us over to..." "For God's sake," you mumbled when you saw the Chief Medical Officer of the Enterprise. "Kirk." "Doctor McCoy."
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"Jim, for God's sake, you could've at least warned me," Bones barked into his communicator. "Well, I feared, you would've sent someone else if I told you who the captain was." "Yeah, you are absolutely right. I would've sent someone else! Which is my damn right!" "Leonard, believe me, you wanna be there." "Why would I?" "Just trust me on this one, man."
"Oh, another one, who doesn't like Captain Kirk. No surprise," a nurse laughed. "What?" "Oh, c'mon, it isn't like I was ears dropping. It is an open secret that she isn't a likeable person." "Mind your own business!" "Just trying to be friendly," she mumbled and went back to work.
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"They'll be with you until you reach the next base," Jim said. "Thank you. But a short warning about McCoy would've been nice." "Oh, c'mon, he isn't that bad. I still don't understand what happened between the two of you." "Nothing," you mumbled, clearly not wanting to talk about it.
Not wanting to talk about how he decided to ignore you after your night on the roof. Or how you developed a small crush on him because of the way he treated patients. You also hated the fact that he saved your life during the academy and just went back to ignoring you after that.
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It was late at night and you made your way over the campus. You had dinner with a friend of yours and wanted to go back to your room. The wind was blowing warm and you thought about going to the river for a few minutes, when you heard steps behind you. Luckily, you weren't living in a time, where you had to be afraid of everything in dark just because you are a woman. Those times were long gone. Probably just another cadet, who wanted to get to their quarters. But suddenly, a pair of strong hands grabbed you from behind and was about to drag you away. Of course, you immediately started kicking and screaming but he didn't stop. Your hands reached for your communicator and just begged that someone would hear you. But before you could scream into it, a knife stabbed you into your lower back. A hot, stingy pain went through your whole body. You tried to push yourself again one more time. You succeeded but turned in that process and fell on your back, pushing the knife only deeper inside you. You wanted to scream and cry but didn't have the strength anymore. The dark figure was about to lean down to you and to do who-knows-what, when another person, pulled him away and punched him a few times before your attacker fell to the ground. Hot tears were streaming down your cheeks when your savior was crouching down beside you. "Hey, little Kirk, you okay?" You looked into a pair of ice blue eyes. "McCoy," you whimpered. "Yeah, it's alright, I am here." He pulled you into his arms, trying to calm you down. "The paramedics will be here in some minutes, alright? Just don't fall asleep." "But I am tired." "I know." "And it's cold." He took his jacket off and put it around your shoulders. "You need to stay with me. Jim wouldn't make it without you. And you know that. He needs his stubborn little sister. And would you really like to die in my arms?" "Better than having to die in my killer's. What if he wakes up?" "Don't worry, he won't. And I can't move you. Not with a knife in your back. It could damage organs. Organs which might be alright right now." "It hurts, McCoy." "I know. It will be over soon. And everything will be alright again."
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And he was right. That's what annoyed you even more. He was always right. Or at least, most of the times. You also hated that he always treated you like a little kid, who doesn't know what it was doing. But you hated the most how insulting he was. You having a crush on him stopped, after the first two months of the academy had ended.
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"Captain," McCoy greeted, when he found you at the bar in the evening. "Doctor. How is the situation?" "Have seen better. Let me guess, you put everything over your crew. You provoked the whole situation to get another medal." You were stunned. "What the hell?" "Yeah, you heard me." "I didn't provoke anything. We were attacked out of the blue. I tried to do my job." "Oh, just like during the tests at the academy?" "McCoy, that was nearly ten years ago. Believe it or not, people change. You're just an exception." "An exception?" "Yeah." He rolled his eyes. "Didn't think I'd miss the Vulcan that quickly." You looked at him, confused. "Oh, okay, I am taking back my former words. You did change." "Oh, don't get me wrong. I am not friends with him. Just... mutual respect." "Of course. Listen, McCoy, I just wanna do my job and help my crew, okay?" "And I am a doctor. I will help people in need. No matter, how bad our relationship is."
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"So, you and the Captain know each other?" A doctor asked. "Yeah. From the academy. I am serving under Captain James Kirk's command." "How is her brother?" "A good friend and captain." "God, I wish he would be my captain." "Be greatful you're serving under his sister." "His sister? With all respect, but there are better ones." "Why would you say that?" Leonard asked confused. Until now, he hadn't heard a single nice word about you. "You can ask anyone around here. She isn't exactly crew's favorite. She wants too much and is too impatient. In crisis situations she never has a nice tone. Should've seen how she yelled at a nurse for whole ten minutes without taking a single breath. She had the command of this ship for whole ten minutes when that happened." "God, seems like no one of you gave her a chance," Leonard grumbled. "A chance? She," the medical officer didn't let him finish. "No, listen to me, idiot, she is one of the best. She manages crisis situations like nobody else. Yes, sometimes she seems a bit harsh and cold but that's only because she is ambitious and tries to save all of your God damn asses at the same time! Yes, I had a lot of fights with her because some of her choices seemed questionable. But that is only because she used to be a daredevil when she was younger. But that was only because she always stood in her brother's shadow. She grew out of it into a wonderful captain. And the only reason why I was still fighting with her was because she was a little bit too much like me. And that's not very desirable. But she does a good job and deserves some respect for that!" He took a deep breath afterwards and the whole medbay looked at him in shock. After all, he wasn't really part of their crew and still had the guts to yell at one of them. "Oo-de-lally," he mumbled and turned back to his patient.
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"How went the first day with Leonard?" Jim asked you over the communication system. "Calm, I think. I didn't really see him. He had enough to do at the medbay." "Great. I thought that he could stay with you until you reach the next base. After that, our ships can meet again and we pick up our medical staff," Jim suggested. "Are you kidding me?" "Nope. I mean, who knows what might happen until you reach the next base?" "But what about you?" "We'll make it work. Trust me." "And who tells McCoy?" "Let that be my problem." "Alright. But it will be your fault if he kills me." Jim laughed, while your heart actually dropped at the thought. "He won't kill you. Trust me." "Oh, you just want the situation to escalate, right? Otherwise, you would've never sent him." "No! Of course, not," he said, but you weren't sure if he actually meant it.
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"Morning, Captain," you heard your frenemy behind you. "McCoy," you simply greeted and turned back on your breakfast. He sat down in front of you. "Can I... help you?" You asked confused. "No. I am fine," he shrugged and started eating. "Doc, since when... why would you... there are plenty of other free seats." "Yeah, I know." "Then why..." "Oh, I don't actually think that anyone else would like to sit with me." "And why would you think that I would do so?" "Oh, because your crew hates the both of us." "What did you do? You haven't even be here for 24 hours." "Eventually, I yelled at the medical staff." "And why would you do that?" With each word of him only more questions came up in your mind. "Because they disrespected you." "And why would you take my side?" "Because I see myself in you." "You're seeing... Since when?" "Always, I think. But more like a version of myself before we met each other."
Silence.
For half a minute.
"It was before I went to the academy. More like... when I met my ex. I also used to be hot-headed. And the only thing it brought me was a broken heart and a divorce before I was 30." Stunned. You were stunned and unable to speak.
"Kirk?" "So... You've made my life a living hell because... you saw yourself in me?" "Yeah... all in one... yeah." You leaned back in your chair. "I don't know if I should laugh or yell at you. So, I will just... leave."
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Of course, your way to the next base didn't go smooth. You got caught in another battle. "Captain Kirk to medbay!" You yelled in your communicator. "Here Doctor McCoy," you heard his stressed voice. "We need someone up here. Lieutenant Anderson is hurt." "I'm on my way." While giving orders every few seconds to win this battle, you just prayed that McCoy would be fast.
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Another torpedo hit the ship, which pressed you even more into your chair. You had taken over the position of Anderson and tried to stabilize the ship. "God, I hate Monday mornings," you mumbled. "Tell me something new," Leonard grumbled, while trying to save your Lieutenant's life. You activated your communicator. "Johnston, any good news?" You asked your Chief Engineer. Your warp drive was damaged, which made it impossible for you to disappear from the battle field. "Give me some more minutes, Cap." "You have five." "I am not a magician." You rolled your eyes. "Scotty would've said 'Yes, sir'. And would've even made it in three." "But Scotty does also not hate you." "Shut up, Leonard." "Hey, using my first name in a moment like this?" "Who knows if I'll ever get another chance, idiot." The whole conversation made you lose your focus on the target, which was the reason why you weren't prepared for the next wave of attacks. Since you weren't sitting entirely straight on your seat due to your bickering with your Medical Officer, the impact made you fall out of your chair, right into a step, which had always seemed kind of misplaced in your opinion. At the same time, power lines were overloaded and your got an electric shock.
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Leonard jumped up and ran over to you, yelling your name. In the process, he nearly fell over his own feet. He sat down next to you, trying to feel your pulse. But there wasn't any. His brain was racing. What were the odds that something like this would happen? "C'mon, don't die," he mumbled and started CPR.
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"Doctor McCoy, you have to stop it. She is dead. It have been 15 minutes since she had the last pulse." "She's only dead if I say so," he barked. "Even if she gets a pulse again, her brain is dead." "No." That wasn't possible. No one knew you like he did. At least not on this ship. "She will live. And if it's the last thing I achieve in my little, unimportant life."
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His arms were burning and he wasn't even sure how many of your ribs he had broken already, but he wasn't stopping. 20 minutes had passed since that accident and suddenly...
A pulse.
A tiny little pulse on the machines, which were tracking your vital signs.
He fell off your body right on the floor.
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"You saved my life, huh? Again?" "Yeah."
He was sitting next to you, holding your hand. "Leonard?" "Hmm?" "After the last time..." you stopped. "Yeah? What was after the last time?" "I had a crush on you." "Wait, really?" "Yeah." "Why did you never tell me?" "Because you were acting like an asshole again after it." He paused. "I am so sorry about that." You could actually see the pain in his eyes, while he was holding your hand even tighter.
"Well, I think I have a confession as well." "Oh, really?" You giggled. "Yeah. When you left and had your own ship..." "Hmm?" "I missed you. I missed you for the past years and just wished you would come back. Things started to get boring." "Really?" You laughed. "Yeah." "Maybe we aren't a bad team, after all." He leaned forward, but you stopped him by putting your fingers on his lips and pushing him away softly. "Don't. It wouldn't end well. You'll go back to the Enterprise, after all. Don't break my heart more than necessary." "Right, sorry."
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"Jim," he greeted his best friend. They had finally reached the base and the Enterprise happened to be there at the same time. "Hey, Bones. You alright?" "Yes." "How is my little sister?" Jim asked while hugging the older one. "Getting better. Jim, we have to talk." "Yes, we do." "We do?" Leonard asked confused. "Yeah. Tell me what's up?" Jim asked, trying to hide his smirk. "I hereby request a transfer to the U.S.S. Columbus." "Transfer accepted." "Wait what?" No questions? No fight? No shock?" "Nope. Everything is fine." Leonard was stunned, which made Jim smirk. "Bones, I don't want you to leave. You are my best friend. But I also know that deep down in your heart, you like my sister. I knew this would come sooner or later. No, wrong. I didn't know that would happen. But I hoped for it. And if your happy ending means that I won't work with my best friend anymore, it's fine. Just don't break her heart." "Thank you," Leonard whispered and hugged his best friend once again. He was never a big hugger. But things could change, right?
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"Well, maybe it's not meant to be in this universe," Spock simply said. "What do you mean?"
"Where I come from, your sister studied geology and works on the Enterprise. She was one of the best and attracted the attention of a certain medical officer." "Medical officer?" James was confused. "Yes. Leonard McCoy." "What the hell do you mean? Why would Bones be interested in my sister?" "Because they met under completely different circumstances. Your father is alive and your sister doesn't feel the need to become a captain to remember him. She found her passion in geology. She is the best I've ever seen. She can work beside you and meets McCoy. Everyone seems to think about them as an adorable couple." Jim laughs for a second. "Bones and my little sister. Who would've thought that?"
Summary: Your younger brothers do finally understand why you're always disappearing.
They were used to it. You, disappearing for some days from time to time.
It started shortly after Sam left for college. At the beginning, John used to be pissed and yelled at you for hours and ignored you for days. Dean never asked questions and eventually, they got used to it. When Dean insisted on going to get Sam and he joined you two on your search for John, he just took your habit as it was. That was your thing, disappearing in the middle of the night and rejoining days maybe weeks later, without saying anything. You just reappeared in the motel rooms. Neither Sam nor Dean questioned how you would always find them again. They just rolled with it.
No questions asked. Until...
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The three of you were in Jackson, Wyoming because of a ghost. You just stepped out of the Impala. It was a long drive and you guys were starving. "Their burgers are the best," you said and pointed towards a diner. Again, no questions asked. No questions about how you could possibly know since this was your first time around here.
The three of you sat at a table in a booth at the very back of the room. "She's hot, isn't she?" Dean grinned and looked after the waitress. Sam just rolled his eyes and Dean looked at you, expecting an answer. "If you think so?" "Oh, c'mon, let's see who gets her number first," Dean said, referring to a rivalry you had going on, years ago. Back, when a bunch of ghost was your biggest problem. "I don't play this stupid game anymore," you mumbled and looked at the menu again. "God, you're getting old." "Dean, I am turning 35 next month. Enjoy your youth. But leave me alone." "Whatever," Dean mumbled disappointed.
One hour later, you guys left the diner, without the number of the waitress.
"Okay, what's the plan?" The youngest one asked. "You guys talk to the victim's family. I'll go talk to the police. And do me a favor, don't get into any trouble, while I am away." "We never get into trouble," Dean answered offended. "Yes, you do. Just this one time, please."
"Dad!"
You turned around and half a second later, a little boy jumped into your arms. Your younger brothers were confused, which only increased when they saw you wrapping your arms around the little boy.
"Hey, Jordan, what are you doing here?" You whispered. "Grocery shopping with mum," he answered. "Gosh, I am so sorry, honey, he just suddenly ran away. He is way too fast," a young woman laughed, while approaching you. "Hey, what's happening, dude?" Dean asked you, still confused, while Sam started processing the scene.
Only then, the young woman seemed to notice your brothers. "Oh, I didn't know you were here for business. I am sorry," she mumbled. "It's fine, they would've found out sooner or later anyway," you laughed and pressed a kiss on her cheek.
"Okay, guys, this is my wife Jill and my son Jordan," you introduced them to your brothers. They looked at you completely dumbfounded. "Your what?!" They yelled.
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They didn't make a sound on your way to the motel. When you entered the room, you finally broke the silence. "Okay, guys, I know you wanna say something. Just drop the bomb." Dean and Sam were looking at each other, before Sam started. "So... you have a wife. And a son... Since when?" "I met Jill like seven years ago. And Jordan is five years old." "Huh... is that why you disappear from time to time?" "Yes, it is." "And," Sam was stopped by Dean. "When did you plan on telling us?" You sighed.
"Never, to be honest. Not because of you but because I wanted them being save from the hunting life. I neither wanted hunters nor monsters knowing about them. I want them far away from any danger. Jordan shouldn't grow up like us." "That's...," Sam thought for a moment, "surprising. Everything." "And that's also why you guys shouldn't get into trouble while we're here. We have friends here. We have a life in this town. It would break Jill's heart if something happens." "Of course." "That's why you didn't want the waitresses number," Dean said as if everything made sense now. "Yes."
"I won't stay at the motel over night, guys." "Sure. We'll see you tomorrow," Sam asked. You nodded, grabbed your backpack and left the room, making your way to your little, happy family.
A/N: I just rewatched the episode "Heart". It always breaks my heart.
"And you couldn't just ask our sister to help you? Why did you have to come to me and try to ruin everything?" Sammy asked, standing in his small apartment.
He felt how the small hands were losing their grip on his jacket. He didn't even notice how her breath had stopped.
He already missed her laugh, which had always enlightened the Impala.
Her body went limp in his arms and was dragging him down to the floor. He just wished for a hole to open up. He wanted to be swallowed and never come back.
He was sitting there, rocking her body, how he did it countless times, when she was a baby.
Her empty eyes were staring into space. The eyes that were once filled with so much joy.
"Hopefully you've found peace now," he whispered, while crying his eyes out. He felt like his heart was ripped out of his ribcage. Like someone drove over it with the Impala. His soul was torn into pieces and he knew that nothing could fix it again.
He pressed his hand on his mouth, desperately trying to muffle his cries. Even though, he had so much to say, he didn't know what to say. After all, no one was there to listen.
He wanted to yell at you that you weren't allowed to die. Not today. That you had to fight. Which was weird, since he was the one pulling the trigger. Since you were the one begging him to do it.
He watched the blood drops on your jacket slowly drying. The jacket that was a hand-me-down of his. He had given it to you after a hunt some years ago. You felt safe and protected in it. He never had the heart to take it from you again. But in the end, it couldn't really protect you from the world.
The door was opened and some heavy steps entered. "I am back," John barged before freezing. Freezing at the view of his young daughter lying dead and covered in blood in his oldest son's arms.
"What happened?" Dean's head shot up, looking at his father. He was still trembling and didn't dare to let go of you. "She... She..."
His salty tears were still running down his cheeks. His lungs felt like exploding and at the same time he felt like he was choking.
John knelt down, trying to stop the bleeding, refusing to understand that there was nothing he could do anymore.
"She... She couldn't take it any longer," Dean whispered, while trying to get some air. "She couldn't stand the thought of turning into a werewolf."
"But I was searching for a cure. How could you let her give up? Let her die?" "She begged me to shoot her," Dean sobbed, while he gently brushed some hair out of her face.
His innocent little sister.
"I would've found a cure!" John yelled. Dean flinched, gripped your jacket even tighter, just as you did some minutes ago.
While John was pacing around, Dean still couldn't let go. It was weird. He was already forgetting some things about you. And he hated himself for that. He was already forgetting that lovely voice that had yelled at him just a few minutes prior, begging him to end the torture she was going through. He was already forgetting how her eyes always sparkled with a zest for life.
When he and John burned your body, he felt like passing out. It felt like a part of him was burning as well. The drives in Baby were silent. John refused speaking to him for several weeks.
But every time your favorite song would play in the radio, he would turn the volume up, knowing your spirit would sit in the backseat, singing it with your whole heart.
Scrapbooks - Bobby Singer Imagine [Supernatural/Criminal Minds Crossover]
Title: Scrapbooks
Pairing: Father Figure!Bobby Singer & Winchester!Reader
Word Count: 824 words
Warning(s): mention of John Winchester, unhealthy family dynamic
Summary: [During Season 1] (Y/n)'s reconnection with their brothers leads to them wanting to rebuild some old bridges.
Author's Note: Y'all remember this oc? The one that started as a joke but then became a serious thing that allowed me to talk about found family/trauma bonds/etc.? I remembered it.
Also, this story is kind of a sister story to this part of this oc. Wanted to compare similar events ;)
Dude. The Bobby gifs are disappointing, not gonna lie.
More of this OC!
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After I found out that Sam was out hunting again, I found myself calling him a lot more.
I don't know what I wanted to be for him. I don't know if I wanted to protect him or if I just wanted to make sure he knew that I could help him escape that life if he needed to.
I always knew that Sam was the best of us.
He deserved more than the hand he had been dealt. I don't think he ever knew that or would ever believe it if someone said it to him, but it was true.
He had fought so hard for some kind of normal life.
Maybe I just wanted him to know that there was a door to one.
Sometimes I wondered why I didn't do the same thing for Dean. I think that I wanted him to be what I had tried to be for Sam. I wanted him to be there. To support me in running away from that life. I wanted to know that he never hated me for it. But I couldn't believe that.
I knew that my dad had gotten into Dean's head more than Sam's. I knew that I was called selfish and cowardly and ungrateful. I knew that if I ever had to look my dad in the eye again, he would see nothing more than a traitor. I knew that he would do anything to convince Dean that I was one.
There weren't many connections in the hunting world that I felt guilty about losing. So many of them were purely professional or momentary.
My brothers were obviously an exception.
And so was Bobby Singer.
He had been the first person I talked to when I realized that I didn't want to be a hunter anymore. I sat on his couch while my brothers were upstairs. I cried and begged for some solution or forgiveness or just anything.
He just handed me a wad of cash and said that when I ran, I needed to run like Hell was at my heels.
I didn't call him after that night.
I think I just wanted to make sure that my dad wouldn't be pissed at him for what I did. Bobby had done enough to protect me. It was my turn to protect him.
It took some time after reconnecting with my brothers for me to ask Sam for Bobby's number.
He chuckled at first, jokingly asking "Which one?"
"Whatever one will get me an answer," I replied simply.
I scribbled down the number I was given before giving Sam a quick goodbye and hanging up.
I stared down at my phone as if I was waiting for the number to dial itself. It didn't matter how many deep breaths I took. I was still just as nervous as before.
"Fuck it," I mumbled, rapidly dialing the number.
It rang a few times before I was met with a very familiar, very gruff voice. "Agent Kayser."
"Hey, Bobby," I said.
"Who is this?"
"It's... It's (Y/n)... (Y/n) Winchester." I held my breath for a moment, tears welling in my eyes as I waited for him to hang up the phone. He didn't. "I... I know that I'm probably one of the last people that you wanna hear from-"
"Shut the hell up," he snapped at me. "Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for you to call me?"
I let out a breathy chuckle, letting my head fall forward.
"Dammit, kid, you just about scared the life out of me when you ran off," he continued. "Didn't have your number. Didn't have a clue where you went. You popped up in the paper a few years ago. Hold on a second."
I heard some ruffling in the background.
"I started keeping track of the articles that mentioned you," he explained. "Got 'em all here in a scrapbook. Saving kids and stopping some real bastards."
I wiped my eyes. "You kept them?"
"Of course I did! Are you kidding?"
"I guess... I guess I just assumed that you hated me."
"What, because you didn't want to be a hunter anymore? Kid, I'm not that much of an ass."
I chuckled.
"Listen," he said. "I don't know how much time off you get with that big FBI gig, but... I have an extra room for whenever you need it."
"I would really like that," I replied. "I've missed you."
"Missed you too, kid," he muttered. "Try not to go years without calling this time."
"I'll do my best."
Hanging up was almost bittersweet. I had established contact. That was good. But ending the conversation made my heart drop slightly. I knew how quickly each of our lives could change. Every phone call could be the last.
But all I could do was take a deep breath and push that thought away.
"How is she?" John asked. He and Greg were standing in the hallway, Greg with his third coffee of the day in his hand. "Not good. She... she was in surgery some hours ago but they weren't able to stitch everything up. She's still bleeding. They wanna try again in the afternoon. But she's weak. She probably won't survive the surgery."
"She will. It's her, after all. She survived so many things already. Stuff that was way worse than this," John tried to calm him down and put his hand on the Inspector's shoulder. "She will run out of luck one day." "Greg, you have to stay positive. For her." "Have you seen her? She's as white as her blanket," he whispered, trying not to cry again. He had lost so many tears already that his head felt like it would explode any second. And his throat was sore. Not only sore. It burned.
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He was sitting next to you, holding your hand, when a nurse came in to prepare you for the upcoming surgery. She tried to get him out of the room but he didn't dare to let go off your. He only gave you free when you were pushed through the door into the surgery room. "She will make it," Mrs Hudson whispered. "Sure," Greg mumbled, but didn't believe his own words. Martha clinged to his arm, while they were sitting in the hallway, waiting.
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When they brought you back, he nearly threw up. You weren't able to breathe on your own anymore and you looked like your body would breake any second. Gone was the powerful, life loving woman.
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Martha was sitting outside with John and Sherlock, while Greg still didn't wanna leave your side.
"C'mon, you can't do this to me. You promised me, remember? When we first met, you promised me a drink. But I, being a fool, never had time. I know you're probably hurt and mad because of that. But don't make me suffer because of it for the rest of my life."
That's when he felt it. A little pressure on his hand. Your now small hand was pressing his. He didn't know if he wanted to cry or laugh. So, he just did both.
"And besides that, London needs you. I am lost without you. I need your guidance to be a good Inspector. Just... Come home," he whispered into your hair, while hugging you.
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Mrs Hudson and John had forced him out of the hospital in the evening. Sherlock was also there, but of course, he didn't care. Why would he?
"I... I can't just leave. What if she wakes up and is all alone. Or what if she dies? She shouldn't be alone if she goes." "I talked to her doctor. She will make it, don't worry," John tried to calm him down. The taxi was entering the road, where the Inspector lived. "But what if..." "For God's sake, she's good, Graham. Just because you're scared you missed your opportunity to tell her about your feelings, doesn't mean, you're allowed to bother us about it." Greg didn't even had any strength left anymore to argue about the wrong name. When the taxi stopped, he got out. "See you," he mumbled and made his way to his apartment.
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"She's awake!" Martha screamed through the phone at 10 a.m. Greg's head was hurting from the loud scream. And maybe also because of some drinks he might've taken last night. After the pain became a bit lighter, he was finally able to understand what the landlady had just said. "Awake?! She... she's okay?" "Yes!"
"Hey, what's up?" "Greg, I've got a burglar. Wanna come, pick him up?" "You... what?!" He asked all confused. "Yeah. And bring an ambulance with you." "I am on my way. Did you break him some rips or what did happened? I am pretty confused." You could hear him running. Hopefully to his car. "I know. Tell 'em I've got a few broken rips and internal bleeding." "Wait, the ambulance is for you? In what kind of situation did you bring yourself again? You're a journalist. Not a ninja. You seem to forget that pretty often. Are you okay?" "Internal bleeding, remember?" "Right, I am on my way. Stay on the phone. And whatever you do, don't fall asleep." "Oh, don't worry, I don't intend on dying today."
Fact is, you and Greg have known each other for quite some time now and you're also the reason for most of the grey hairs of his. But he'd never tell you and blame it on Sherlock instead. You also met because of the mentioned consulting detective. You were the niece of the lovely Mrs Hudson and popped in from time to time. It was only a matter of time until you met Greg. It wasn't like you were trying to get yourself into situations like this. But being friends with Sherlock and having the urge to always get to the bottom of things had this effect.
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You were leaning against a street lamp and your eyes were getting heavier when finally the Inspector pulled up in his car. "Hey, how do you feel?" Finally, you could lower your phone. "I am fine. Thanks to the adrenaline." "What happened?" He asked while slowly walking you to the ambulance that had just arrived. "Well, I was on my way to get a coffee, when the burglar stormed out of the house right into me. I stumbled on the street and was hit by a car. The driver is on the run, by the way. And then after a second of shock, I knocked out the burglar." "You are crazy." "I know. And that's what you like about me." "I would also like you if you were living in a more peaceful way." "But that just wouldn't be me. You'd hate me since I would be very annoying then. I enjoy the adrenaline." When you were only a few feet away from the vehicle, you noticed something in your back. The guy tried to run away from the incompetent officers. "Nah, I didn't almost die for you getting away with it." With the last power you had, you ran after him, past the confused officers. Incompetence at his best...
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"Stop giving me heart attacks," Greg said when you made your way back to him. "Then you should make sure that the officers get better. That's such an embarrassment for England. What would Mycroft say?" You laughed, which ended in a lot of coughing. "Hey, breathe," Greg muttered worried. You couldn't answer because your vision went black. Before you could hit the ground, Greg was able to catch you.
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"Does she have family?" The doctor asked. "Yes, an aunt." "She should come. We can't be sure if she makes it through the night." "What do you mean you're not sure?" "She's not stable enough to bring her into surgery. We have to wait until tomorrow. Otherwise it will be her death." Greg had to sit down. Last time he saw you, it was all fun and you talked about some stupid TV show. Something he didn't know to appreciate at that time. And now, he wished he would've listened more closely. He remembered how excited you were but he was thinking about something entirely different then. He should've listened to you. Maybe even asking some questions. And now he didn't know if he had the chance to make it right again.
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"Can I see her?" "Only when her aunt says yes. Do you wanna call her and should we call her?" "I will do that. Don't worry."
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"Mrs Hudson?" "Lestrade, so nice to hear from you. Are you alright?" "I'm calling because of your niece." "Oh, did she get in trouble again? I always tell her to stop that. One day, she'll end up in jail because of that." "Mrs Hudson," he interrupted her. "She's in the hospital. The doctor said that you should come over. They don't know if she'll survive the night. It's serious." He was nearly crying. How could it happen so suddenly?
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It was in the middle of the night, but he couldn't let go of you. Mrs Hudson had left some hours ago. He had never seen her like this before. All pale and not knowing what to say. Visiting hours had ended a long time ago but for the first time, he used his name for private matters. He was clinging to your hand, which was getting colder and colder by each passing hour.
"Hey, hotshot, you have to wake up. Because if you just die, it wouldn't be fair," he whispered. His tears were falling down on your fingers. "I mean, you made me fall for you and didn't give me the chance to tell you. Don't let it end like this. Please."
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He woke up some hours later, with his head on you abdomen. He must've passed out from exhaustion. His head felt like it would explode any second and his eyes were burning from the lights.
Nothing had changed. Your eyes were still closed. You looked like you'd wake up any second. He's never been a believer but he caught himself praying to God. He prayed for a wonder. A little, tiny wonder.
ever since someone pointed out that it looks like rupert graves either forgot he was on camera during this shot in tsot or intentionally decided lestrade occasionally wears glasses i cannot un-notice him in the bottom of this frame every time i watch that episode
I think it's really sweet that Sherlock dresses like Greg. Like yeah technically they both just have the most normal business casual wardrobe ever, but still.
My head canon is that Sherlock acquired his current wardrobe when he got serious about being a consulting detective. He looked at Greg and thought "ah yes, this is how a detective dresses" and just. Copied him.
He'd never admit it but Greg is his biggest role model.
Summary: He meets you at a crime scene and gets the urge to protect you.
A/N: Let me know here if you want me to make it a series.
It was a dark rainy night and somehow you had ended up on the street again. Nothing new, actually. You were homeless, had no parents.
From time to time, you were staying in a children's home but you never really got along with authority figures.
A certain Detective Inspector from Scotland Yard had some crash outs over it from time to time.
Just like tonight. He was the contact person, which was registered. So, whenever some trouble happened, he got a call. You never really understood, why he cared for you. After all, he was just a random Inspector and you were just a random homeless kid. There were plenty of your kind. But somehow you two happened to meet one day.
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You had found a body. Of course, you could've just left it there. After all, the guy had been dead. You knew that if you call the police, they'd bring you back to the house you ran away from. But your morale couldn't let you ignore it. You had ran to the next telephone box and had called the police.
Mrs Lestrade wasn't pleased when her husband got a call in the middle of the night but Greg didn't really have a choice. And now, two years later, he was thankful for that.
The bobbies had held you there and when Greg had finally entered the building, you felt safe. You never knew why. You didn't know him after all. He wanted to call your parents after he was done asking questions. He thought you were just a girl on the run from her parents, who searched a place for the night and that this would be the reason why you had entered the building.
"What's your parent's phone number?" "Oh, it's fine. I'll take a taxi home, believe me. It's way to dangerous out here. I promise." He eyed you. "You're lying." "No, I am not." "Listen, kiddo, I detect lies for a living. So, what's their number?" You sighed. "They... I live in a children's home." "Oh." He didn't know what to say. "I beg you, sir. It's horrible there. I don't wanna go back there." He was chewing on his lower lip, while thinking. He didn't wanna drag you back there against your will but he also couldn't let you stay on the street. It was his job to know what could happen. "Okay, listen, how about you staying with me and my wife for the night and we figure something out tomorrow?" "I shouldn't go with strangers." "Yeah, and that is right. But the streets are dangerous. We will tell the other officers. They'll know where you are. So, if you're going missing, which won't happen because I won't harm you, they'll know where to search you." "Okay, that sound good." "Donovan, Rigby, I'll take her with me. I can't let her stay on the streets. We'll figure something out, tomorrow." "Okay, sir," Sergeant Rigby answered. "Sure, you wanna do this?" Donovan asked. She didn't seem very pleased. "Yeah, I mean she's easy prey out here."
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"The couch is yours," Greg mumbled. "Thank you." "I'll be back in a sec." You were standing there alone. It wasn't a huge living room but it was comfortable. It smelled like home. You had to remember yourself that you won't stay here forever. Just for the night. "Here, brought you a blanket and a pillow." You turned back to the Inspector. He would never tell you that it was actually his blanket and his pillow he gave you. He'd sleep with the thin blanket and small decorative cushion from the couch.
You cuddled up in it just minutes later and had the best sleep since a very long time. Greg stood in the doorway, watching you. Not in a creepy way. He just wanted to make sure you'd actually sleep and not run off again. When he saw your slow, steady breathing, he returned to his own bed. It was quite cold with the things that were actually meant for decoration but he didn't care. He had the chance to turn someone's life into something better and that was just enough to make him forget everything.
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"Greg?" He heard his wife in the morning. He opened his eyes, blinking wildly. He looked at the clock. He had barely slept five hours. "What is it?" "You tell me. Where's your blanket and pillow?" "Right... We have a guest." "What?" "A girl. She found the body and ran away from a children's home. I was tired, she was tired. Thought, we could figure it out today." "You let a stranger stay in our house? What if she stole something? Who knows, maybe she's already on the run again? God, sometimes you're stupid." He sighed. "She is a good girl." He stood up and wandered over to the living room, where you were still lying and sleeping. "See?" He whispered. "No danger. Just a kid." "No danger? You are naive!" Suddenly, you stirred. "Shush, you're going to wake her up." "Yeah, better is." "Sir?" You mumbled, slowly sitting up. He sighed. "Hey, good morning." "You're having a comfortable couch." And you meant it. "Thank you, kid," he laughed.
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The following months, you were running away from the children's home more often. Lestrade got you into a new one after you first met but still, you didn't like it. Either you came straight to his apartment or he found you in some alleys after the children's home had called him and he searched for you.
His marriage wasn't the best before he met you and after it became worse. Mrs Lestrade didn't really like him leaving in the middle of the night to search for a random child. When she wanted the divorce, Greg wasn't surprised.
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He found you in an abandoned house. Well, it wasn't really abandoned. A few homeless people were staying there. That worried him even more. Not only you being alone but also you staying alone with some random people. Before he became a Detective, he had some operations there because of drugs. He found you in a small room, sleeping. At least he hoped you were sleeping and not dead. "Hey, wake up," he whispered and shook you. "Hmm?" "Thank God, you're alive," Greg whispered and only noticed then that his heart was racing. "Of course I am," you mumbled, sleepy. "Let's go home, sweetheart." "Home?" "Yeah," Greg mumbled and picked you up, bridle style.
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The whole way home, you didn't wake up. He looked over to you on the passenger seat from time to time, just making sure, you were okay and wouldn't stop breathing in some mysterious way. "Not gonna make you leave again," he whispered. "We are going home."
So, there is a German radio drama series called "Inspector Lestrade - Ein Fall für Scotland Yard" (eng. Inspector Lestrade - A case for Scotland Yard), which is set in the original timeline of Sherlock Holmes.
It's basically a spin-off for Lestrade.
But instead of making it a TV show, TV channels like BBC or others are just like
