“Get your ass out of bed,” Pete says at 5 a.m., “we’re making a snowman.”

“What the fuck, when did you climb through my window?” Patrick mumbles.

“It snowed last night, we’ve got to make a snowman.”

“How old are you?”

He lets Pete tug him out of bed because he never fucking says no to Pete Wentz.

They build a snowman in the still and ( Read more... )

John had an idea, in the formal, stuffy milieu of the Holmes family estate. Sometimes you didn’t want a seven-course meal. Sometimes you just wanted…a mugcake.

“But what is it?” Sherlock asked dubiously.

“A mugcake. What’s it sound like?”

“Don’t be insulting, you can’t possibly be making a cake in a mug.”

“Why not?”

“Because my mother ( Read more... )

“There’s something wrong with the TARDIS,” the girls said in unison, as Brem frowned at the console.

“Uh-oh,” the Doctor said, because he could feel it, too. “It’s a windstorm.”

“In outer space?” said Rose.

The Doctor shrugged. “It can have its own kind of weather. Doesn’t happen often, but we can’t travel against a headwind like this.”

“So ( Read more... )

“I think it’s preposterous,” Oliver said. Preposterous was four-year-old Ollie’s favorite word.

“What is this time?” John asked, because everything was preposterous these days.

“The idea that a fat man could deliver all the presents in the world in a single night being pulled by reindeer. Coming down everyone’s chimney. It’s preposterous. Why ( Read more... )

They could, if they wanted, make Christmas come every day.

But they don’t. Rose has always liked for Christmas to feel special, and the only way to make it special is to separate it from all the other days. Their Christmases aren’t always separated by 365 days, but there’s time between them. Enough time for Rose to feel like the tree will feel ( Read more... )

John worried so much that Oliver would have nightmares, that his ordeal would lurk in his subconscious. But John never saw any evidence of that. When Oliver slept, he seemed peaceful.

Then one day, when Oliver was seven, John walked in on an experiment, furious written notes.

“What’s this?” John asked.

“I am going to get to the bottom of ( Read more... )

The Doctor knew better than anyone that the TARDIS was limitless. There were countless nooks and crannies he knew nothing about.

Like the amusement park.

It’s the kids who discover that one, bouncing around talking about roller coasters.

“Roller coasters?” he said blankly. “What?” He looked at Rose, who shrugged.

“No idea,” she said.

“Come ( Read more... )

Nights that are just him and Tennyson have been extremely rare the past two years. Patrick enjoys it. They make dinner together and watch some TV.

Tennyson’s been in bed for hours when Pete stumbles in. Very loudly.

“Shh,” Patrick hisses from the top of the staircase.

“Sorry,” Pete says, not softly.

Patrick is amused. “Good night?”

“Sooo ( Read more... )

“I believe,” Eames proclaims, “that the most challenging people to design for are…” Eames pauses.

Arthur glances up from the comps he’s looking at, eyebrows raised.

“Dramatic pause,” Eames explains.

Arthur rolls his eyes.

“Children!” Eames announces.

“Children,” Arthur repeats flatly. “You find children hard to design for?”

“Absolutely ( Read more... )

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There comes a day when John suggests that Oliver should move out of a cot and into a proper bed.

“He’ll move out of a cot when he’s ready,” Sherlock sniffs.

“But I think we should encourage it,” John explains.

“Why?”

“Why?”

“Why do we need to encourage it?”

“It’s part of growing up.”

Sherlock scoffs.

“He can’t ( Read more... )