Wholock ficlets

A bunch of small Sherlock/Doctor Who ficlets with about three hundred to five hundred words or so. Will be updated whenever I have a muse. Not a continuous story. May not be the best thing I have ever written.

May also be OOC. Apologies for any irritation.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sherlock or Doctor who.

A Little Chat

CHARACTERS: Amy Pond and Jim Moriarty

It was early morning when Amy emerged from her and Rory's room. Her husband still slumbered as she made her way down one of the many corridors in the vast ship, still in her dressing gown. What she really needed was a nice cup of tea.

A loud wolf whistle echoed from behind her and she spun on her heels.

Her brow furrowed for a man, whom she had never seen before, stood a few metres behind her. She paused, disordered, for a couple of seconds. The man laughed lightly.

"Confused, dear?"

Amy stood a little taller.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Jim Moriarty." He smirked before waggling his fingers in the air, "And as for what I'm doing here, there's no need to panic-"

"I'm not scared." The red-head interrupted.

Moriarty smiled, "But we both know that's not quite true."

The two fell into a silence as Moriarty assessed her, and she him.

"What are you doing here?" She repeated slowly.

"A nice little chat with our dear Timelord's companion. I wonder; would you give him a message?"

Amy looked up and down the hallway of which she stood; the slight fear and bewilderment quickly growing.

"How did you get here?" She moved forward just a little, intrigued.

"Now," Moriarty leant forward, "That would be telling." His voice was barely above a whisper before he scoffed quietly, "Here."

He beckoned her forward with an index finger.

Reluctantly and, not quite believing her own actions, Amy leant towards him.

"Tell The Doctor, Amy," he paused and licked his lips before leaning all the more closer and moving his lips to her ear, "Tell him, I'm coming."

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