@borrowedtimeandspace – I never mind questions about my OCs! Feel free to ask about my brand new boy. Just don’t expect any spoilers!
Stan is in fact gay, and happily engaged to his bisexual fiancee Nathan.
Which is lucky for Dean, because if they were the same size and Stan was single, the elder Winchester might have an energetic redhead crushing on him x3
I mean
Lookit that charm
“Somethin’ on my face?” Dean asked Stan. He briefly reached up to brush at his hair and make sure it was properly spiked.
Sherlock turned his head toward Dean at the question before he realized it wasn’t for him. Side-eyeing Stan, Sherlock went back to staring out the window and waiting out the ride.
For his part, Stan had absolutely no clue how to react to the small man’s witticism. He was choking on a chuckle, uncertain if that would be out of line or offensive. But there was something about Dean’s attitude that Agent Baker took a liking to.
“Would I know if there was?” he replied amiably with a faint smirk. A hint of an Irish accent poked through his words, confirming Sherlock’s silent observation. Second generation, from the sound of it.
As an extra treat, here’s a sneak peek of Sherlock’s first impression of Stan!
Sherlock looked this man up and down, reading his entire life in a matter of seconds. Late twenties to early thirties. His complexion and facial structure suggested Irish descent, probably second or third generation. Traces of dog hair along his trouser leg, which was slightly rumpled in a rushed attempt to lint roll it away. That indicated there used to be a lot of it, hastily cleaned after being alerted to an out-of-the-blue mission. It was a German shepherd, easily identified by the coloration and amount of hair that used to be present.
This agent came from a military family, his attentive stance suggested that, but due to his longer, casual hairstyle and frankly soft and innocent eyes, it was doubtful he’d ever really served.
For good measure, Sherlock noticed a slight bump on the man’s sternum under his maroon button-down, one which he had a habit of smoothing down absently. It was important to him. The detective caught a glimpse of a silver chain peeking out under the agent’s collar, so it was a necklace, but upon reviewing the shape of the bump, Sherlock found that it was no pendant.
It was a ring. More specifically, it was a ring that would fit this man’s fourth finger. Considering the lengths to which the agent went to hide the ring from his likely traditionally-valued family and kept it hidden out of habit but close to this heart, Sherlock could only assume a secret engagement, presumably with another man since he was the recipient of the ring.
It took Sherlock less than half a minute to pick the man apart, and he didn’t even know his name.
“So you … do you live in here? Or is it just more like a … a car? I’ve heard of those.”
Zepheera looked up at Bowman and decided that this was a rather troublesome angle for conversation. She glanced around, finding a length of hose that connected the console to the ceiling somewhere. It ran right up the side of the monitor, and the ridges all along it would make scaling it a breeze. She strode over and answered Bowman as she climbed.
“Guess I made your human mad,” he quipped, frustration still lacing his voice. It wasn’t for her or for anyone; Bowman’s frustration was a shield for himself to hide his fear and confusion.
“Ah, don’t worry about him,” Zepheera shrugged. “He’ll get over himself in no time. Deep down he’s just a grumpy old man, all bark and no bite. At least, as far as we’re concerned.”
The Doctor blinked at Bowman’s sudden jaunt, following him to the coral-like support he was now hiding in. In retrospect, he should’ve seen this coming; Zepheera had done the same thing her first time on the TARDIS, except she didn’t have wings.
“Watch out!” warned Zepheera, whose attention was toward the opposite direction. The Doctor had just enough time to notice the green blur shooting towards him and dodge smoothly out of its way, quickly reaching out with both hands to stop it before it could get too far.
One second, Bowman flew through the trees, dodging around branches and trunks in an effort to lose the thing pursuing him. It was persistent. Every time he was certain it was left behind, the thing crashed forward faster than it should be able to on powerful legs, trying to catch up to him.
Admittedly, Zepheera had gotten a little sidetracked. The borrower had resisted all the other distractions the forest had to offer, but this was different. A flash of green zooming past in the distance, moving much too fast to be a bird. She followed its path curiously while the Doctor carried on, muttering to himself.
So it’s been a while since I’ve done much of anything on this blog ^^; School had consumed pretty much my entire existence so I’ve been behind on prompts and shirking the Zepheera-Visions, and I’ve also gotten myself deeply involved with the @brothersapart universe.
But that’s not all I’ve been up to.
Introducing Borrowed Magic, my first co-written AU in the BTaS universe!
@neonthewrite has lent me her Bowman to join in the shenanigans of my borrower OC Zepheera and the Tenth Doctor in my crossover series Borrowed Time and Space. Fittingly enough, we’ve named this AU Borrowed Magic.
I’ve poked at ideas for AUs of BTaS before, mostly to allow for interactions with more of the Tenth Doctor’s companions, but this one has the potential for so much fun. Not only is Bowman a spitfire of a sassball, but it’s interesting to throw yet another non-human companion into the mix! His life in Wellwood has in no way prepared him for travel in time and space, and it doesn’t help that he’s the youngest and the smallest on board (due to the slight scale difference, Zepheera ends up a whole half-inch taller than the sprite, much to his annoyance).
This is a young AU, but Neon and I do have plans in store for these dorks. I’ll start posting excerpts semi-regularly, and we’ll take any questions involving the AU!
For now, here’s a sneak peek at our first completed story!
“Zepheera, answer me!”
Who is Zepheera?
The insistent call deepened the concerned frown on Bowman’s face. He watched the tall man with hardly-blinking eyes for a moment before registering that there could be another human out there. That made his wings fan open and closed as he scanned the forest for another giant nearby.
He was thinking he might have to fly a short distance to find another giant crashing around in the woods. Keeping track of all intruders was imperative for the safety of the village. Bowman turned, aiming to look behind himself first.
He did a double take at the sight of someone on the branch with him.
“Spirit’s dance!” he yelped, flinching backwards. He stumbled off the end of the branch, but his wings caught him easily, flaring open and pulling him back up to hover level with one of the strangest people he’d ever seen. They had skin that looked a bit pale compared to his own, but not as pale as the tall human a distance away. Most important was the lack of any sort of wings on their back, despite otherwise being sprite-sized.
Borrowed Time and Space 