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.
I found Zepheera’s pretty quickly, in John Barrowman Swings Cole Porter. If you don’t know, Cole Porter was a famous composer and songwriter in the early 1900s, when Zepheera would have been growing up. This is another heartbreaking one, whether you’re thinking of her and the Doctor or her and Orrick, her former husband. This is “After You, Who”.
I had a bit of fun with Stan, who’s an energetic yet focused and determined spitfire of an agent who will fight like hell for what he loves and believes in. His song is “The Arena” by Lindsey Stirling (music video in the link). The violin definitely fits in with the Sherlock theme!
Moriarty is hard to find a serious one for. Then again, the meme is for “songs I associate with the character” so… I picked Burn from Hamilton xD All from that one line, it really has no association otherwise
On a different note, since my content output has slowed down recently, I’m hoping to keep this blog active by implementing a steady queue. This blog has come a long way, even if it’s gone a bit stagnant. I still get followers, and I’m well over 150! That’s insane!
And while I’ve been quite absent of late, I’m still proud of my work and I’m never giving up on these shenanigans! So, to keep things fresh for the newbies and to jog the memories of those who’ve stuck with me for so long, I’m bringing everything back! My tag for the queue will be #i could q so much more, and I hope you enjoy the fun!
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.
Original inspiration and dialogue used from this post.
Sam somehow managed to fall asleep in his dark little corner. It wasn’t an easy sleep, not in the less-than-comfortable ball he’d become. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but the next thing he knew, an unfamiliar voice was calling for him right outside the door!
“Sam?” The kid didn’t recognize the deep and gravelly yet gentle voice he heard, but it sounded important and he figured he’d better answer.
“W-who are you?” Sam asked without budging an inch.
“I’m Castiel,” the man answered. “Uh, ‘Cas’,” he added, which Sam appreciated. He thought that was a kinda funny name.
“I’m a friend,” Cas assured. “A friend of both of you.”
Sam’s gaze, all perked up and brightened with curiosity, lowered back to the floor as Cas brought up Dean.
“You know, your brother has been looking for you,” Cas went on. Sam heard him shift, his shadow moving away from the crack he’d left in the door in his hurry, and the next time he heard Cas, he was a big to the side. “He’s been very worried.”
“I…” Sam tightened in his ball again, the words struggling to escape him. “I don’t wanna come out yet.”
“That’s alright,” said Cas gently. “Dean frightened you?”
Sam didn’t answer for a moment, still shaken from the unexpected display of violence from his big brother.
“Sam?” Cas tried again. It helped Sam relax. Cas wasn’t growing impatient with him or demanding an answer, just checking to make sure Sam was okay.
“He… he pushed me down. He was mad at me…” Sam admitted, his voice light as he told Cas what happened.
Sam heard Cas sigh. “I don’t think he was upset with you. The mark on his arm—it’s…magic.” It was clear that Cas was hesitant to explain this to a child. “Very bad magic.”
I knew it.
Cas was quiet as he continued. “I may not be much—but I’m still an angel. I will do my best to help.”
“You’re a angel?” A hint of curiosity leaked through Sam’s voice as he scooted forward and peeked out of his little cupboard. Sam regarded the man with disheveled black hair, a desperate hope in his big hazel eyes. “Can you fix Dean?”
Cas’ bright blue eyes softened at the sight of his cursed friend, so much smaller than he used to be, fluffy brown bangs partially shading his little face. “I am,” he answered. “And I’ll do what I can for him. And for you.”
Sam decided to believe Cas, finally coming out of hiding. He came to sit next to the angel, almost right up against his knee where the tan trench coat he wore fanned out.
“Can…can angels fix me, too?” Sam asked hesitantly, staring at the floor. “I think…there’s something bad in my skin…”
Sam hadn’t told anyone he felt that way, not even Dean. Something about Sam, something deep inside, felt very wrong. Ever since his big brother became a grown-up. Everything was different, even Sam.
“Can you fix me, to?” Sam urged Cas, his voice cracking a little as he choked up.
Then Cas put a hand on Sam’s little back, spreading warmth and comfort from its touch. They sat there like that for a minute, Sam feeling his tensions and worries melting away.
“There is nothing about you that needs to be fixed, Sam,” Cas insisted, his voice as gentle as it had been. “I’ve learned that much.”
Sam liked Cas. He was nice. Sam never met an angel before…although something in him wondered if he really was one, or if he was just saying that to make Sam feel better.
So that’s the end of my entry! The reason I’m concluding this here and not after the third part of this specific mini arc [here] is because I started writing it and realized that I didn’t feel like I was adding anything to it like I did in these two parts. I love the ending, definitely check it and the rest of @asksamstuff‘s works out, this was a ton of fun to write and I hope the contest goes well!
Whoa! Content on this blog! While it’s not my usual stories, and not even Doctor Who, it’s part one of a ficlet based on a special series of comics by @asksamstuff for their contest [x]. There’s two parts, and I’ll explain more about why in the next bit, but anyway!
Original inspiration and dialogue used is from this post.
~ Sam was cursed to revert back to his five-year-old self, with only the memories he had at that age. Dean’s taking care of him, but he can only hide his demons for so long… ~
Sam’s breath hiccupped as he shuffled down the dark hallways of the bunker toward Dean’s room. His big brother was always there for him, he’d know how to comfort Sam how the nightmare he’d just had.
He could never remember his dreams after he woke up, but they always left him with a bad feeling deep down. Sometimes he even woke up all hot, like he was in an oven. And he never knew why.
Dean would make it better. He always did.
The door was open a crack when Sam reached it, pushing it open the rest of the way with on tiny hand.
“Dean, I had a bad dream and I…” Sam’s whisper trailed off when he noticed the shadow. Dean wasn’t in bed at all. He was sitting on the floor, all hunched.
“Dean? Y’okay?” Sam padded further into the room as his eyes adjusted, noticing the tension in his big brother’s shoulders, the sweat dripping from his face, the shaking in his fist.
“D-Dean?” Sam tried again quietly, his concern mounting the longer he went without an answer.
“Sam,” said Dean in a strained voice. “It’s not… Go back to sleep.”
Sam was sad for his big brother. Dean tried to hide it, setting Sam up by the TV with his Power Rangers DVDs while he took a nap or went out for some air, but Sam could tell. Dean wasn’t alright all the time.
But that was okay, neither was Sam. The least he could do was show Dean he wasn’t alone.
“Did- did you have a bad dream, too?” Sam ventured, tiptoeing closer. Dean’s shoulders bunched up even more and his left hand flew to grab the inside of his right elbow as the shaking in his fist got worse.
None of this deterred Sam as he reached a little hand to rest on his big brother’s shoulder, lightly patting the soft black tee.
“It’s okay, Dean—“
“I SAID GO!”
In a flash, Dean’s elbow swung out and connected with Sam’s chest. He was shoved hard, hitting the floor with a dull thud.
Silence.
Everything fell silent as the brothers stared at each other, Dean in shock at what he’d just done to his de-aged little brother. Tears pricked at the corners of Sam’s eyes, and before Dean could stop him, apologize – something – the kid was off like a shot.
“Sam—Sammy, wait! Come back—shit!” Dean jumped to his feet and hurried down the darkened passages of the bunker after his little brother.
Dean searched and searched, turning on every light he could find and calling after Sam. “Sam… Sam, I’m sorry,” he lamented. And he truly was. He didn’t know what came over him…
A twinge in his right arm reminded him that that was a lie. Dean stubbornly ignored it.
“Where are you??”
Truth be told, Sam had no idea where he was. He ran and ran in the dark, finding the deepest corner he could nestle himself into. There he curled into a ball, trembling and cringing as Dean’s voice echoed through the halls.
“Sam… Please, I just…”
Sam could hear Dean calling, but this time he did not want to come out. When he squeezed his eyes shut, he could still see it… The tattoo on Dean’s arm. It looked like a funky number seven, but something about it felt bad to Sam. Somehow, he just knew it was what was making Dean act all out of sorts.
It was the only thing different about Dean, from what Sam knew.
“I didn’t mean to—,” Dean’s next plea was cut off by a muffled guitar riff, one of Dean’s favorite songs. His ringtone.
It stopped when Dean answered.
“Cas—Now’s not a good time. Where are you? …Sam? He’s… Uh…”
Sam barely registered Dean’s voice anymore, curling into a ball as his head spun with bad thoughts.
I don’t think it would ever happen in canon, but I am always down for noncanon prompts! Even if I’m behind on the ones I already have, which are coming along, I promise.
Honestly, I’d never thought of a situation like that. Zepheera’s mother Klerida is a fiery spirit and certainly wouldn’t be an exception to the trend of the Doctor getting slapped by his companion’s mothers. His poor cheek!
But man, would he be honored to meet Zeph’s dad. He’s a much gentler soul than Klerida, but also determined and the incurable optimist. They’d definitely get along if given enough time together.
Who knows, this might pop up as a drabble one day. Thanks for the idea!
It’s so nice to hear from you! We miss you just as much, trust me.
Since I’ve always got more to say, we were thinking that everyone might want to do a lil “Ask the authors” block this weekend, to start getting back on our feet a little. Work’s still crazy, Zelda hype is a little calmer, and we’ve started writing again. It is an addiction we can never quit.
So, mark your calendar and come up with some questions for us! This Saturday and Sunday! Asks done at author discretion, feel free to ask us what’s going on in our lives, in our writing, in our gaming. It’ll be a little more open a forum than the regular BA asks.
Be sure to send us in asks, too! The flow of asks has tapered off quite a bit in recent weeks, we’re still open for them!
And, for a little update on everything else going on:
I finally broke my block with Brothers Apart! I managed to finish the second season finale! That puts Brothers Apart finished up through story 14 (barring any short stories that might crop up between now and when they post).
Once The Study of the Four, Bothering Bowman and Return to Oz post, we’ll have another poll and Brothers Apart will be in it! But it probably won’t hold a candle next to the horror story in the vote. Because let’s face it, the horror story has been waiting a very long time to go.
@neonthebright and @nightmares06 decided to focus on one AU at a time for a bit to scrape together the ideas we have mulling around. Currently, since BA finally got into the third season, we’re writing an extra special crossover, once more with our bbys.
Brothers Consulted continues on, and we’d be lying if we said we didn’t have ideas for future superlock AUs…
I don’t think it would ever happen in canon, but I am always down for noncanon prompts! Even if I’m behind on the ones I already have, which are coming along, I promise. 
Borrowed Time and Space 