|I really find this very funny. I'm still trying to decide how Alejandro came to be with the turtles.XD|
HetaOni The Real Deal Part 6HetaOni The Real DealHetaOni The Real Deal Part 6 by Belle04TMNT
The Rescue Plan
“I checked and re-checked this whole area and there is nothing that can help us.” Claudia said as she leans against the wall devastated.
MJ looks at the sink then back to Inga’s cheek. She sighs and begins to reach into her pocket to retrieve nail clippers.
“Since when do you carry nail clippers?” Inga asked.
“Since Claudia has a bad habit of ripping her nails off of her fingers.” MJ said while glaring at Claudia.
Claudia rolls her eyes at the comment and MJ begins to cut her shirt’s sleeve a little before tearing it off and washing it with warm water from the sink.
She then hands Inga the wet cloth. “Here, this will help with the bleeding for now.”
Inga takes the cloth and puts it on her cheek. She hissed as the warm water stung her cuts a little but then the pain was gone.
“Do you think that monsters gone now?” Claudia asked
“Well, he did just eva
HetaOni The Real Deal Part5HetaOni The Real DealHetaOni The Real Deal Part5 by Belle04TMNT
Lost but Can't Hide
My head is throbbing like crazy; it feels like I’ve been hit by a train or something. I start to open my eyes and everything looked blurry at first.
Suddenly my vision was back to normal. I found myself lying on a bed in a room of some sorts, but it’s not my room at the house; the walls in the room where cream-ish white and the floor was wooden. There was only one door and one closet in the left corner of the room. I looked to my side and I saw my sisters lying very still like.
I started to shake Claudia up, since she was the closest to me. After a few shakes, she woke up with a start.
“What happened? Where are we?”
“I don’t know, I thought you would know.” I replied. I glanced over at MJ seeing that she was still unconscious.
“Claudia, could you wake up MJ?” I asked.
She nodded her head and began to shake MJ awake. She started waking up slowly and soon rubbed her
Because I Care -Part Three- Sherlock X ReaderBecause I Care -Part Three- Sherlock X Reader by alannahm619
Running up the stairs and almost tripping on the last step brought you to arrive at the top landing that lead to the flat of 221B. Taking a deep breath, you marched into the flat with no hesitation or even a thought that there could possibly be another explosion. But you didn’t care. You had to find him. You had to make sure he was alive and ok.
Yes, so he could be a right pain in the arse most of the time but he was your friend. And you were his -even though he would never admit to such a thing, ‘Caring is a disadvantage’ he had said.
You stopped dead in your tracks at the doorway of the flat. The living room was completely trashed, bits of paper everywhere, broken pieces of glass and wood from the frames of the windows lying mostly all over the floor and John’s desk, and not forgetting to mention the cloud of dust that was attacking the air around the room causing you to cover your mouth with one hand and cough and squint your eyes. And that’s
Because I Care -Part Two- Sherlock X ReaderBecause I Care -Part Two- Sherlock X Reader by alannahm619
“It was the victim!” Sherlock shouted causing John to jump out of his trance from where he sat at his desk with his laptop, you noticed from the corner of your eye and grinned.
“How the hell can it possibly be the victim, Sherlock?” you asked with a hint of sarcasm in your voice. Sherlock - who was sitting opposite from you on the floor of 221B’s living room - just glared at you as though you were an idiot.
“It’s the only logical solution!” he shouted again, making it sound as though what he was saying was so completely obvious. You rolled your eyes and picked up the piece of paper that was sitting in the box beside you and skimmed over it, raising a brow once you reached the end.
“Oh shut up, Spock. Last time I checked the rules it was impossible for the killer to be the victim.” you said looking up to see an annoyed Consulting Detective, still glaring, sat across from you, who very quickly leaned over and grabbed the rules f
Because I Care - Sherlock Holmes X ReaderBecause I Care - Sherlock Holmes X Reader by alannahm619
Two months. It had only been two months since you had moved down to London from Glasgow with your best friend, (best friend’s name). It felt like it had only been yesterday that you had waved goodbye to your friends who you had made during your time in Scotland and then jumped on the six hour train journey with (best friend’s name). London was your home now. You knew it was time to return. That’s right, you use to live here in London with your family but left for Scotland a good few years back…don’t ask, it was your choice!
Anyway, during the last two months you had settled into the flat that you shared with (best friend’s name), but you had also met a man named Patrick Hale. You had met him during one of your nights out with (best friend’s name) at some nightclub, you could remember that night well, well some of it. You could recall (best friend’s name) pointing him out from the table that you both had sat at, he had stood at the bar an
Forever and Always - Sherlock X Reader - Part OneForever and Always - Sherlock X Reader - Part One by alannahm619
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The London streets seemed far colder since he was gone. As though all the good in the city had died along with him that day he plummeted downwards from St Bart's hospital rooftop. Even the people seemed less cheery. People believed that he had done it all. That he had set up all the cases he had solved and for what? To look smart? To make the police look far more stupider than they already were? They did a fine job of that themselves when they started believing the doubt that had made a home inside their brains, plaguing their minds with corrupted ideas of the Consulting Detective and leading him to his final end. But eventually his name was cleared and people learned the truth that John and you had known all along, he wasn’t a fraud. He was real. He was gone.
No. You couldn't deal with it all. You couldn't cope. As much as you faked being 'fine' and 'ok', inside you were broken. Hell, the pas
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