Doctor Who/Sherlock=Wholock RP

[Kanaria]

There comes a point where something terrible starts to sink in, regardless of anything. Despite the efforts of the starfish, some of the images that where in John's head started to filter through. Roger stiffened slightly, until the starfish kicked out more pheromones.


This wasn't good. Steve was starting to tire. If he ran out of juice, Roger would be be half unprotected from those dreams. Lestrade, though, he would still be here, and unless another starfish was shipping, he would be enough. Hopefully.

[EO+RS]

Lestrade was asleep at that point, his arms still around Roger, his grip gentle and loose. He wasn't dreaming.

[Kanaria]

Steve was out of juice. I'm so sorry Roger, I'm a horrible excuse for a starfish...


The images started again, Roger being thrown against a wall, looking dazed... Roger bruised and broken, the fire gone out of her eyes... The one that scared her the worst was the one where he had imagined himself killing her baby, and putting his child in it's place. Roger was tense against Lestrade, shaking again. She struggled to wake up, get out of that place.

[EO+RS]

Lestrade shifted in his sleep, rolling onto his side a bit and snuggling closer to Roger. His arms tightened slightly against her as he did, pulling her closer to him.

[Spike20096]

/./

Sherlock glared down at the creature. "What are you doing here?" he asked rudely, removing his finger from it's back.

[Kanaria]

Roger relaxed as she was pulled closer to Greg, remembering the words he spoke. 'He won't touch you...' echoed in her mind, cutting through the images.

[EO+RS]

Lestrade slept soundly, dreamless. ((because I have wb.))

[Kanaria]

/./

Sherlock glared down at the creature. "What are you doing here?" he asked rudely, removing his finger from it's back.

As Roger relaxed more, she managed to wake herself up. She lay in Greg's arms, hoping that Eleven would come soon with food. She wished she wasn't such a danger magnate, but what was one to do?

[EO+RS]

Rachel lay white, unsure what to say. She thought for a minute, then formed a few words. 'Looking for a friend.' She hoped that if she looked piteous enough they wouldn't hurt her or hinder her any more.

Lestrade was still asleep, though he was slowly waking up from the nap.

[Snips.]

Eleven held his hands in the air.
"I don't want to, Donna." He said sighing before perking up again, "But I might be able to do something!"
He said, starting to grin again and pulled his Sonic out of his pocket.