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[akaanonymouth]

So apparently it's Blue Monday today, and @starfleetwitch and I are watching Blue Murder

[pers-books]

Returning the favour - The lighthouse keeper

Thanks for the Ask!

I cannot tell you what put the idea into my head of Bernie as a Lighthouse Keeper, it just happened! Anyway, here’s all the words I’ve got for this so far:

Bernie Wolfe’s just finished supper and is listening to the rising howls of the wind outside with some concern when a hammering on her door startles her. She gets up and hurries to the door, opening it cautiously since she’s well aware that the winds outside are strong enough to hurl it open wider if she doesn’t hang onto it. 

On the lighthouse doorstep is an old man, one of her neighbours, clutching his rain-soaked coat about himself. 

“Can ye help, lassie?” he shouts. 

“What is it?” 

“There’s a wee boat out to sea,” he tells her. “Looks like a woman and a babe in it.” 

“Give me a moment,” Bernie says. She shuts the door, then hurries to pull on her waterproofs and boots, before grabbing her rucksack, which holds emergency supplies, including a first aid kit. She rushes back to the door, hurries through it, then says to Jock, “Where is it?” 

He guides her around the base of the lighthouse and points across the heaving, roiling waves to where a rowing boat is being tossed about. The beam of the lighthouse passes over it, illuminating the figures. 

“Thanks, Jock.” 

“D’ye wanna hand?” he asks anxiously. 

Bernie shakes her head. “No, you get back to your missus. I’ll deal with this.” 

“Be safe,” he urges, then turns and hurries back across the headland to the squat row of fishermen’s cottages in one of which he lives. 

Bernie is already making her way down to the foreshore, to where her own boat is secured. She pulls the rucksack onto her back, then unties her boat, turning it the right way up, before hauling it down the shingle to the water. 

Rowing through the storm isn’t easy, but then it never is. That fact doesn’t stop Bernie from trying, from heading out every single time there’s someone in trouble at sea. It’s five years since she became the lighthouse keeper and so far she’s rescued more than a dozen people by her efforts. She’ll keep going until she’s too old to try – and that won’t be for some time yet. 

Eventually she manages to bring her boat alongside the one Jock had spotted, noticing that the passengers, a woman of about her own age and a girl of six or seven, are now huddled together in the bottom of the boat. She firmly grabs hold of the side of the boat, then shouts, “Ahoy there!” 

The woman stirs feebly, then lifts her head. “Oh!” Her gasp of surprise indicates that she’d given up hope of rescue. 

“Hi,” Bernie calls. “Want to pass your daughter over to me, first? Or would you prefer to scramble across holding her?” 

“Which would be easiest?” asks the woman, her voice hoarse and shaky. 

“If you’re sure she won’t struggle, I’d suggest you pass her to me and then scramble into my boat.” 

“She’s out cold,” the woman tells her. “And very cold.” 

“Okay. I’ve got some blankets in my rucksack,” Bernie tells her. “And a thermos of hot tea.” 

The woman nods, then lifts the girl, who lolls in her mother’s arms in a manner that Bernie finds quite alarming. Between them they manage the transfer of the little girl, which isn’t easy as Bernie still has a tight grip on the woman’s boat, so she only has one hand to spare. 

Then the woman scrambles into Bernie’s boat, stumbling against her as she loses her footing when her boat dips as it’s freed of the woman’s weight. 

“Okay?” Bernie asks anxiously as the woman manages to straighten up and settle on the other bench. 

“J-j-just about,” the woman says, her shivers audible and visible. 

“Here.” Bernie passes her daughter back, then dives into the rucksack that’s been resting against the bench she’s sitting on. She pulls out two blankets and wraps them both around the woman and child, then drags out a cape made from a large piece of tarpaulin. She gets it over the woman’s head and drapes it over the blanket-wrapped pair. 

“Th-th-thanks.” 

“I think we’ll save the tea until we’re back on shore,” Bernie says. “Since you don’t have a hand to spare and I really want to get us back as fast as possible. You both need to be within indoors as soon as I can manage to get us there.” 

The woman nods and Bernie secures her rucksack, then sets to work, turning the boat back towards the shore. She keeps half an eye on her rescuees, wondering if they’ll survive the night, but determined to do everything within her power to ensure they do. 

                                                  * * * 

It’s more than an hour after Jock came knocking at her door that Bernie finally gets them back to the shingle beach below the lighthouse. Rowing back against the wind and waves had required all of Bernie’s concentration and much of her strength, too, but they make it eventually. 

When they get there it’s to find Jock and Sheila, his wife, ready and waiting to help them ashore, and Bernie’s hugely grateful since she can barely manage to scramble out of the boat herself, never mind help Serena and her daughter, Elinor, out.

They manage it and while Sheila guides Serena and Elinor up the shingle towards the lighthouse, Jock helps Bernie to bring the boat further up the shore, turn it over, then secure it so that it won’t be full of water the next time she needs to take it out. 

He walks close by her side, clearly concerned about how exhausted she is after her rescue efforts. 

“Will they make it, d’ye think?” he asks worriedly. 

“I hope so,” Bernie says wearily. “It’s the child I’m most concerned about.”

“Aye, a wee slip of a lass, that one. Not much meat on her bones to keep her warm.” 

“No.” 

They make it to the lighthouse and Bernie notes that the wind is slightly less powerful here on the headland; it’s changing direction and the rain is easing off just a little, too. 

Jock follows Bernie over the threshold, closing the door behind him, then they make their way through the inner door and into the ground floor living quarters, which is simply one big room in the base of the lighthouse.

[whendoiturnbackintoapumpkin]

ktlsyrtis replied to your post: So is anyone still watching the show?

100% in!

eve-granger replied to your post: So is anyone still watching the show?

I’m still in. As much as i love Berena i like many of the other characters too and of course i can’t leave whilst Jemma’s still there.

ceridwyn2 replied to your post: So is anyone still watching the show?

I am watching. For the forseeable future, as well. I like fanfic, but more than just fluff or smut - I like good, well-written stories with good, well-developed plot that will also delve into sometimes dark places, at times.

ddagent replied to your post: So is anyone still watching the show?

*raises hands* I AM! I’m in it for the long haul (and also I ship Mo and Mr T super hard and I need to make sure they’re happy)

starfleetwitch replied to your post: So is anyone still watching the show?

Im still here for the foreseeable future. I want to know what happens to my honey muffins too

I’m so glad you guys are still in! I was feeling very lonely.

[mxquill]

@starfleetwitch replied to your post: lol i realised collectormania is in 3 days and now...

Hold a sign saying ‘Berena’. Thats legit how I handled my first con! Met EVERYONE by doing it ^_^

i would but contrary to my loud shitposty online persona i’m like far too awkward and nervous to talk to  a n y o n e irl so i think i will just die a panic-induced death instead

[mxquill]

Kate Stewart vs Bernie Wolfe

okay this one had me stumped for a moment, because bernie does have all that military experience (plus she’s tough as fuck), but then kate is literally the head bitch in charge. she’s got years of experience in and out of the field, plus a fuckton of technology to back her up. bernie is trained to heal, but kate is trained to fight (in a roundabout sense)

the joy is that both of them would know how to go head to head in a tank battle, though.

so yeah, i’m gonna go with kate on this one (bernie would take the edge in an argument though i reckon, kate has the rage but bernie has the snark)

[Give me two characters in my inbox:]

“vs.” for who I think would win a fight

“or” for who I like better

“+” for how I ship them (platonic, familial, romantic, not at all)

And I’ll give you my reasons for why!

[mxquill]

Your answers were beautiful! That moment after the first kiss when its the top of their heads genuinely gives me a case of the smiles every damn time! But I meant top 5 Berena fanfiction's XD My fault, I shoudnt have abbreviated it :) Would you mind doing this one too? I'm genuinely curious ^_^

oh shit, of course!! i can’t read and i’m an idiot lmao (3/5 of these are explicit because... i’m a disgusting sex pest)

hold me closer (tiny dancer) by serenacampbell 

*batteries not included by ktlsyrtis

To Neither Give Nor Take Excuse by kitnkabootle

we are professionals, after all by fortunatefolly

Crossing Wires by ddagent

[ send me a ‘top 5′ ]

[bisexualsurgeonextraordinaire]

Sorry Serena. I went in a bit of a berena bender just now on your blog. It will happen again 👍🏼

"I should hope so too," Serena said with a smile - always one to enjoy the attention.

//I realise this was from 6 months ago but just seen it and wanted to respond with <3 - we both love all the Serena love!!

[akaanonymouth]

🥹

9, 11 and 17 please for the Fandom year in review pls and thank you 😂

9. Best new fandom discovery of the year

Well, that would be finding you, and your awesome art that inspires me to colourful swears when I'm not speechless 😁😘

BERNIE AND SERENA GOT FUCKEN MARRIED that was a pretty cool discovery, yeah

11. Squees of the year

Oh my god highlight was definitely Telford comic con, and though I'm not really into doctor who fandom, I fell a lil bit in love with Sophie Aldred and Janet Fielding, meeting them was so awesome, and getting a pic with the three was fab 😁

Bonus points for Jemma first beckoning with her hands and saying "cuddle in" then laughing at my blindness. Cheers, babes.

And I got to walk around with Bramwell and then Osgood and met some awesome people so yay all round!

ALSO I MEAN THIS WAS A SQUEE

AND THIS WAS A FUCKEN SQUEE

17. Fictional true love.

I mean, I think I am forever and always going to be in love with these two being in love. Always. And I would die for either of them.

But like, Seven of Nine is always very close behind.