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@unlestrade-blog
Yes, I see. He’s tied to you, but not completely.
I do so love brilliant people. There’s always the annoyance when they try to bargain, though.
Yeah, just like that.
He once tried to bargain back hostages. Worst experience of my life.
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"Jesus, if only…" He closed his eyes. "I’ve- I’m going to get a bit of rest. You going to be alright for a bit or should I try to stay up?"
"No, no. I'll be fine. I'll just hang here a bit before going back to mine."
"I see. But he doesn’t work for you, it seems. Is that correct?"
"Different is interesting. I like brilliant people. Them, I can at least start to enjoy a conversation with. Perhaps not with him if he is so socially inept."
"He does work for me, but he doesn't work for me. If that makes sense."
"He's still bloody brilliant besides all that."
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"God yes. I want to go home." John laid on the bed and shook his head.
"This is bloody mad."
"Yeah, you're telling me. Part of me thinks this is just a dream."
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"Every time I think this can’t get any bloody weirder, it does. What the hell are we doing here?" John groaned and flopped back on the bed. "This is ridiculous."
"Wish I knew, John. Wish we all knew, and then we'd just go back to our proper home." He sighed and looked to him. "It's irritating and boring here."
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John gently looped an arm around Greg’s shoulders. “Come on you.” He got them a room and led him into it, tossing his small bag of collected belongings down. “What the hell is going on around here, Greg? I’ve met bloody telly characters, heard we’re from a book. You’ve been kidnapped…”
Once settled in the room, Greg turned to look at the other man. "I don't know, mate. I really don't. We're not real, others are, others that aren't real are real, and no one seems to know what the bloody hell is going on around here. I got kidnaped by the bloody devil. Literally, the devil himself kidnapped me to get to Sherlock."
"Ahh, 2014, eh?" The Doctor groaned a bit, thinking things over in his mind before sighing. "Well I sure hope I don’t start running into past selves, the last time I did that it was a bit of a gamble, I suppose." he laughed softly turning his gaze to the man, "—but always good fun though.”
The name rang through the Doctors head as he attempted to remember why it sounded so familiar, “Lestrade, huh?” he repeated, shaking the names hand firmly with a warm smile. “Sounds familiar, very familiar but I can’t quite put a finger on why. No problem though, it’ll come to me at some point or another.”
"What happened the last time you ran into yourself?" It was such a bizarre question to ask, one that Greg never thought he'd ask in his entire life. But, then again, he never did think anything that happened within the past few weeks would have ever happened. " I haven't seen any other...yous running about, so I think you're in the clear."
He laughed a bit. "Yeah, Lestrade. Not all that common, so I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually." He vaguely wondered if the Doctor had any idea that he was in not his own world. Well, universe. The Doctor travelled all sorts of places, but different universes were unheard of it. Except that one time, but Greg didn't talk about those episodes.
I’m not entirely sure you do. She’s incapable of getting there on her own.
Anthea, you're not the only one with concerns left back home. Just try your best to relax.
As the man rose from the bench with a slight awe in his eyes the Doctor readjusted his tweed coat, placing a welcoming smile across his face. He took in the surroundings as he approached the man, licking his finger and holding it up in the air allowing his mind to do the best to process his current location. “Earth, somewhere in London, slightly chilly but that’ll correct itself later in the day. 2000 and what, exactly?” The Doctor questioned with an arched brow as he held out his hand.
"So, now that you’ve had the pleasure of my name, mind sharing just who you might be?" He added, flashing his teeth as his smile widened.
Greg just blinked at him. "Erm." This man was just as insane as he was on television. It was amazing, and a bit refreshing to have some comedy in this world where nothing good happened. "Doctor. Yeah, you're the Doctor. And, uh, it's 2014. That's when you are right now."
He held his hand out. "DI Lestrade. Greg Lestrade. Pleasure."
She’ll be scared. She’ll be worried. Someone’s… playing a twisted game on us and I am not enjoying it.
I know. Really, I do. I hate this as much as you do.
”I knew it!” he hollered, flicking his sonic up to gather the readings. “All around us are dozens of thousands of molecular microorganisms that feast on the very energy objects put out by merely existing! There’s a beautiful civilization building itself all around us!”
”— Err, I think I might have gotten ahead of myself there. Scratch that first part.” The Doctor mumbled under his breath stepping out from the blue box and placing his sonic safely away. “I’m the Doctor, its a pleasure to meet you.. I happen to be looking for someone! Short, red headed, sorta controlling — goes by the name Amy. Any chance you ran into her?”
Greg was just minding his business, sitting on a bench in the small park in the town. He was reading over the daily paper, finding that nohing exciting happened like it did back in London. He was disturbed by an all too familiar sound, and he realized that it was the TARDIS landing right before his eyes.
He stared up at the Eleventh Doctor, as he'd been wondering when or if the man would ever appear in this world. "Bloody hell," he muttered, standing up and leaving the paper forgotten on the bench. "You're the Doctor. And - no, I haven't, er, seem Amy anywhere."
Are you ready now or are we still blaming age?
Oi, shut up. Come on then, you git.
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"Kidnapped!?" He scrubbed a hand over his face. "I haven’t seen Sherlock since right after this started. Great git that he is. Look, I was going to get a room. You want to go in and at least settle in and talk? Grab some rest? We could sleep in shifts if it would make you sleep better?"
"Yeah. Just a bit." He smiled faintly. What else was he to do than make a joke out of it? He wasn't going to wallow and let the situation take over his life. "Dunno if I'll sleep at all, but I wouldn't mind just chatting."
That’s seriously messed up. Seriou- who will take mother to the hospital NOW?
I don't know, Anthea. Just try not to freak, alright?
How should I not look confused, then?
I dunno. Just...don't look confused.
You’re… welcome.
Don't look so confused.
That’s far easier said than done, detective inspector. Do you happen to know anyone around here?
Aside from the folks that came with us, no.
