Doctor Who/Sherlock=Wholock RP

[Snips.]

Eleven smiled, "It is." he said softly.
He glanced at his great granddaughter, glad that he managed to make her feel better.

[EO+RS]

Rachel paused. Sherlock seemed to be relaxing... that couldn't happen. She couldn't let it. She hid in a corner and watched, ready to make sure Irene got her wish.

[Kanaria]

Roger smiled back, and stretched out her arms as she yawned.
"So, Doctor," She said finally. "Tell me something about yourself." She paused, chewing on the inside of her cheek. "Unless you don't want to. If you don't want to, is fine, really."
Roger didn't want to be intrusive, though she was almost desperate to know more about the Doctor. Well, this Doctor. Even though she was sort of ok around Eight, she after all had been willing to go to him for help, she still thought he was kind of a jerk, and was feeling a little abandoned now that he was involved with Clara. She tried not to think about that, seeing as she sort of had been ignoring everybody else to be with Greg. She felt a little bad that she was now going to take up some of Eleven's time, especially because he was only here seeing as Roger had broken that poor, butter stealing, mule's wing. Roger quietly chastised herself, thinking that it wasn't ok for her to insult the pony after she had broken its wing. She wished she could find a happy medium, like she used to have, where it was mostly just one constant emotion. None of these outbursts of tears and fits of anger. She assumed, though, as she glanced along her body, looking at her belly, that it was going to be like this for a while. She smiled softy then, thinking of how nice it will be when she would be able to hold her baby in her arms and sing it lullabies. She hadn't really thought of being a mum before, at least not in the sense of actually having a child. She always thought she was destined to live alone, tending to other peoples kids, if she got to at all. It was nice to think she was going to have a child and someone to share them with.

[Snips.]

"No, it's fine." He said with a light friendly shrug. He paused, trying to think on what to tell her. What didn't she already know about him? Well, a few things came to mind on what she didn't know about him but he was not going to tell her that. He was hoping to never tell anyone about that.
"Hmm. Well, what would you like to know?"

[Kanaria]

Roger shrugged, not really knowing. "Um..." She thought for a moment. "How old are you really?"

[Snips.]

The Doctor gave a laugh, "Truthfully? I'm not really sure! I'm guessing around the one thousand mark but for all I know I could be five thousand." he said with a cheeky smile, "But I know that I'm old."

[Kanaria]

"Old man." Roger teased, then pulled at his hair. "Great topee you got." She sighed, not letting go of his floppy hair. "Obviously your favorite color is blue, and you like bowties. Who are you though..?"

[Snips.]

Eleven gave a shrug, "Just me. The Doctor." he told her, "The Doctor is all I've been." he said before grabing his bowtie, trying to fix ti up while laying down, "Bow ties are cool!"

[Starryy Skiies]

Xavia moaned softly into the Master's mouth at the feel of his hands, eyes fluttering closed.

[Spike20096]

/./

Sherlock glared at John. "I'm not exactly sure." He didn't really understand the question. People talk about it as if it were a sport, or a hobby of some kind. Strange. He glanced at Irene, John, and then Molly. Wait. What? It was as if they were all ignoring the fact that they had just kissed. The air smelled different, and Sherlock took three steps away from Irene. And sat back onto the couch, next to Molly and John. Suddenly he had feelings for Molly again. It was all confusing! Sherlock looked again at everyone in the room, awkwardly.