miscelleneous fun
A Normal Crime

londonoutofyourlungs:

oidontgetcleverinlatin:

londonoutofyourlungs2:

oidontgetcleverinlatin:

 

"An’ brother am I thankful,” Donna muttered darkly. She hadn’t killed anyone - this time - but the sooner she got rid of that gun forever, the better she’d feel. If she never saw it again, it’d be too soon.

She tossed it in the grass in James’s general direction, though of course no where near him— which is when she heard the end of Lestrade’s explanation.

"Do we really haveta go to court?" She asked, incredulous. So it wasn’t all over? She sighed. Court seemed long and drawn out but surely it was nothing to actually tracking down the men, making arrests, all the stuff she and Greg had been through already. But could he get in trouble for having brought her in? She certainly hoped not. She’d rather not have him get in trouble on her account.

Suddenly worried again, she squeezed his hand distractedly. 

Leaning forward slightly, exhausted, Lestrade wrapped both his hands around Donna’s. Closing his eyes briefly Greg nodded his head. “Aye, we’ve got to. Considerin’ you were a vital part of gettin’ this all dealt with. Neither of us are goin’ ta be able to get out of it. And it’s a bloody mob case. Goin’ to take forever in the court system.” Returning Donna’s squeeze Lestrade looked up at her. “It’s all goin’ to be alright. Trust me.”

Hearing sirens Lestrade turned his head, seeing an ambulance and more cop cars coming up around them on the street. He started to get up before remembering that for once he wasn’t head of the team. Leaving it to James to deal with the mess of injured civilians and coppers Greg remained seated. Knowing eventually a medic would come around to look at his arm but not ready to go and deal with it himself.

While he explained further about what lay ahead, Donna focused on their clasped hands. It kept her from thinking about everything that had gone on, helped her steady her heartbeat from the gunshot that still echoed in her ears. It helped her listen to what he was saying. She nodded slowly as he implored her to trust him, meeting his eyes.

And as the sirens wailed towards them Donna looked up, tracking the sound. “You need an ambulance,” she muttered. She figured likely as not the sound denoted more cops rather than medical help (being, as she was, blissfully unaware of the goings-on from the building beyond). Medical attention or no, however, it was her unprofessional opinion that Greg wasn’t going to bleed out. They were safe.

Nodding slightly in admittance that ya, maybe an ambulance was a good idea he carefully untangled his hands from Donna’s and used it to push himself up into a standing position. Wobbling slightly thanks to the loss of blood he tipped and rested his weight against Donna’s shoulder, glad for her support. God this was a mess. One that he didn’t fully understand how it had turned into one. Smiling tersely when James glanced at him and waved a paramedic towards the duo Lestrade patted Donna on the shoulder, “It’ll be alright.”

——————

Leaning forward and wincing he the bandages around his arm tightened uncomfortably Lestrade reversed his momentum so he was leaning back into his chair instead of forward onto his desk. It wasn’t the worst injury he’d sustained but it was proving to be a nuisance. Everything in the case file gave him no cause to arrest Mason along with John. There was no cause to show why the man had acted the way he had. Sure his acts at the races were cause enough but there was something about it that was bugging him.

The Yard wanted to call it case closed but there was something… something Mason had said, something he’d done. There was more to this then a business front. Lestrade father had gotten this far, and fuck all if this was going to be related to that, and been killed for it. There must be something more.

Running his hand through his hair in exasperation and exhaustion Lestrade’s lips quirked up in a smile and his eyes opened when he caught the whiff of coffee from his office door.

Donna knocked lightly on the door frame of Lestrade’s office, holding two coffees in one hand and kicking the door open with her foot. She quickly switched to a more reasonable position of holding the cups, one per hand, shouldering the heavy door to get through.

"Brough’ you somethin’," she said with a smile, holding up one of the steaming mugs of caffeine. It had been a solid week since the events at the races, a whirlwind of hospital visits, reprimands on her unprofessionality, and uncomfortable discussions on whether it was safe for her to return home. Three days ago Lestrade had finally determined she could go, despite his misgivings about the whole ordeal. Donna was so glad to have her own bed back she didn’t much care about the Mafia or worse - the complaints of her mother.

She’d been stopping by Greg’s office each day to find him more and more exasperated, rifling through files and generally thinking things over. She set the coffee cup on his desk in front of him, on top of all the papers strewn about in order to remind him to take a break.

"What’re you all hung up on?" Donna asked, dragging over a chair and taking a seat. His preoccupation had her worried, coupled with the fact that she was still sort of babying him due to her guilt about his injury. She tried to twist her head and get a look at his papers, but it was too confusing a mess.


no one’s gonna take me alive || au Melinda and Donna

xthemutegirl:

oidontgetcleverinlatin:

xthemutegirl:

 

Melinda was shaking like a leaf from the fear of it all but she managed to fight them off with her knife. She put the bloody knife back in her pocket as she ran to where Donna was. She was still trembling as she got to the blue car.

”I..I m-made it..” She was dirty from fighting them but otherwise she was fine.

"Thank God," said Donna breathlessly, slamming the door shut. She took a moment to just breathe, gripping the steering wheel tightly. The zeds likely couldn’t figure out the door handle even when they reached the car, but she hit the locks anyway.

She turned the Melinda in the passenger seat, brushing a bit of dust and gravel off her shoulder. “You alrigh’?” she asked, as soon as she had caught her breath.

She sat wide eyed in the car as her body trembled. All this was new to her and she had no idea if she would even survive what was going on. She never thought she would be violent either with what happened to her but she had to fight..right?

”I..” She wasn’t sure how to answer that. Finally she replied with something she was used to saying by now. ”I’m fine..” Which was a lie.

"S’tha’ some teenager code?" asked Donna, smiling a bit at her - kindly, concerned for her. "For totally not fine?"

The girl didn’t seem as alright as she claimed, but there was very little Donna could do to help. She made a motion as though to put a hand on Melinda’s shoulder, to offer her some comfort from her ordeal, but afraid the girl would shy away Donna grabbed for the steering wheel instead. Time to drive.

She reversed out of the space, then out of the parking lot, glancing off a few zeds as she went. Hopefully the tank of gas in the car would last long enough to get them away, to another car, to some transportation that could get them to their destination.


perfect solution || sherlock and donna

mindofaphilosopher:

 

"And that would be true for us both." He found the keys he’d been searching for, giving her a condescending smile as he jangled them in front of her in mock farewell, turning back to the filing cabinet. "Just popped in for a file—But of course a temp like you would try to impress, staying longer hours to get the job done." He glanced back at her haughtily expectant to be correct on the matter as he jimmed the file cabinet open, pulling out the drawer. 

Donna narrowed her eyes. The turn was an obvious dismissal, but she steadfastly refused to acknowledge it. She was sure she’d never seen him before, though, so - it simply begged the question.

"How’d you know I was a temp?" she asked suspiciously, maintaining her crossed arms, her set frown. Of course, she’d just revealed her lowered status and the man’s own correctness, so it didn’t matter much. Never much for analysis, she continued even after this realization.

The man had the drawer open by now, despite her passive aggressive protestations. “What d’you need a ruddy file for?” she complained, irritated by her mistake.


[hey everyone.

my absence is inexplicable so i won’t try to explain it. I’m keeping this blog around archivally, in case I ever wish to return, and for a few threads which my partners desired to keep going. i have two open now, and if we had a thread you’d like to continue please let me know and I will absolutely come on here to continue it with you. I’ll probably not be looking for new threads unless someone really wants to rp with me, which is never the case and can therefore be dismissed.

thank you all just for existing and i hope you have a lovely day c:]


//yo if anyone’s bored we can plot things over here and it will be fab~ or you can go to my fun new moran blog and we can party


roleplayerscoffeeshop:

I actually really like AUs, especially when people take the bare basics of the character they’re roleplaying as and put real thought into how the change would alter who they are. Sometimes you end up with a great version of a character who doesn’t behave in quite the same way, but is still recognizable at heart.


no one’s gonna take me alive || au Melinda and Donna

xthemutegirl:

oidontgetcleverinlatin:

xthemutegirl:

oidontgetcleverinlatin:

 

Donna leapt out of the car, running to where Melinda was, headfirst in the car. She saw as the girl raised her head - saw - shouted -

"Come on!" Donna called, grabbing Melinda’s shoulder and half dragging her away from the zeds. She pivoted, heading back for the car she’d found before - the blue one? No, the other blue one. She could only hope Melinda was following.

The zeds may be terrifying, infectious, single-minded and utterly without mercy - but they were slow as molasses compared to a fully alert human. Donna was breathing heavily, but she knew they couldn’t catch her before she reached the car. But what about Melinda?

Melinda was shaking like a leaf from the fear of it all but she managed to fight them off with her knife. She put the bloody knife back in her pocket as she ran to where Donna was. She was still trembling as she got to the blue car.

”I..I m-made it..” She was dirty from fighting them but otherwise she was fine.

"Thank God," said Donna breathlessly, slamming the door shut. She took a moment to just breathe, gripping the steering wheel tightly. The zeds likely couldn’t figure out the door handle even when they reached the car, but she hit the locks anyway.

She turned the Melinda in the passenger seat, brushing a bit of dust and gravel off her shoulder. “You alrigh’?” she asked, as soon as she had caught her breath.

She sat wide eyed in the car as her body trembled. All this was new to her and she had no idea if she would even survive what was going on. She never thought she would be violent either with what happened to her but she had to fight..right?

”I..” She wasn’t sure how to answer that. Finally she replied with something she was used to saying by now. ”I’m fine..” Which was a lie.

Donna nodded after a moment, hoping it was true. It was a horrible world to be a young girl in, but there was nothing Donna herself could do except yell a lot and complain. She sighed again, twisting the key in the ignition.

The engine came to life, startling the zeds a bit but also drawing them to the sound. “New York, then,” she said, shifting into first gear. “D’you have any family, or - anyone we need to go an’ find?”



inspired by ashley’s “blurb”

donna noble visits pompeii, but it’s not only the burning sky that is missing.

//i made a sebastian moran