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Title: "A Head I Will Need a New One, or Maybe a Certain Doctor."
Author: [ profile] ariadnechan
Rating: PG.
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Characters: Donovan, some constables ocs. John and Sherlock in passing.
Summary: Donovan opened the photo and immediately regretted it
Warnings: PG for imply sexiness
Word Count: 329
Author's Notes: Prompt #8 of [ profile] watsons_woes:
Forced perspective: Either use the concept in your story, or find an image that uses this technique and use it as the basis for the story. (If the latter, please include a link to the picture if possible; we'd love to see it!)
Beta: thanks to my amazing friend [ profile] trista_zevkia

“I win, it’s like I told you!” Said Constable Brown, holding the photo high over his head.

“But that’s a photo-manipulation!” Replied a girl from the Yard's front desk.

“It’s not!” Hunter said as he was trying to take wager list from Brown’s pocket. Seeing himself trapped, Brown started crying out.

Donovan entered the cafeteria just then, and put the constables to order. “Give me that, Brown… and the other thing in your pocket too.”

“This is only a bet between the guys. About that rude bloody consultant and the good doctor, nothing more, only some innocent fun, sir.”

“Let me be the judge of that, Brown.” Donovan took and smoothed out the wrinkled photo, and immediately regretted it. It was a security camera photo, from the pool incident some weeks ago.

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She knew the photo really meant nothing but seeing it out of context was surprising. It was the face of pure unaltered bliss from that Watson guy, which made him look like he was in heaven. Thinking about it, he was really handsome with his blond hair and those smiles he gives so freely. It was the Freak’s position that really made you believe the whole thing and now she couldn’t bleach the image out of her head. Another look and Donovan was pretty sure she would need a new brain.

“You had your fun kids, the money will go for the Christmas trust, now get those arses working.” The lads and the girl went out of the room with bowed heads. A glare from Donovan was all that was needed for the watchers of the event to clear out as well.

Donovan got a lighter in the way to Lestrade’s office and she flamed the evidence to ashes.

The awful thing was she couldn’t stop herself from dreaming of her kneeling in front of the doctor. Not the Freak, but her giving him the reason for that beautiful face of happiness while he called her name in passion. God, Sally really need a new head or certain doctor right away.


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