musings of a teenage dinosaur: WHOLOCK AT THE BEACH

The Master and Moriarity are making sandcastles.

Eleven and Ten are frolicking like the derps they are.
    “Look, Doctor, fish!!”
    “Yes! Do you remember that time with the fish people and—“
    “Of course!”

River and Jawn are chilling, discussing their men and the crazy stuff they’ve done for them.
    “Broke out of prison.”
    “Chased a murderous cabby across London.”
    “Jumped out of a spaceship.”
    “Was taken hostage and had bombs strapped to me.”
    “…ouch.”

There’s a beach volleyball game consisting of Rose Tyler, Gregory Lestrade, Mickey Smith, Canton Everett Delaware III, Sally Donovan and Sarah. Rose, Canton and Lestrade are winning.

Rory and Nine are hanging out like total bros.
    “They always wander off!”
    “Yeah, and then, when they get in trouble, they blame you.”
    “…why couldn’t you have been my companion?”

After the beach volleyball game, Rose and Amy go off for a long heart-to-heart. They also ogle the Doctor(s) and rate all the men.

Irene and Captain Jack are making out.

Martha and Molly are bemoaning their fate.
    “It’s like he…he…”
    “Doesn’t even know you exist?”
    “…yeah.”

Donna and Anthea have hit it off, and are basically best friends now. They are gossiping and giggling the whole time.

Donna hits on Lestrade relentlessly. He can’t say he doesn’t like it.

Canton hits on Jawn relentlessly. He can’t say he doesn’t like it.

Sherlock gets into a debate with Ten. Everyone’s ovaries explode. 
“Even if you are what you say you are, it doesn’t explain how you can be at the beach with yourself.”
“Well, see, people assume time is a strict progression of cause to effect when actually…”

Sarah Jane Smith, Jackie Tyler and Mrs. Hudson are making sure everyone’s got enough to eat and put on a proper amount of sun block. They then proceed to talk about daytime telly.

Mycroft and Harriet Jones have top-secret conversations about UNIT and other things. No one dares interrupt them.
    “Harriet Jones, Prime Minister.”
    “Yes, ma’am, I know who you are. I run your government.”

Eleven claims that he wears snorkels now. Snorkels are cool.

Sexy is just derping about, going between the various Doctors, Rory and Sherlock. She bites each of them at least once. None of them really mind.
    “OUCH! Sexy—er, TARDIS, er—you can’t just bite people!”
    “But it’s fun! Oooh, look at his neck…so white and smooth.”
    “SHERLOCK LOOK OUT!”

At some point, Rory gets stung by a sting ray and drowns. No one even notices until later.

Anderson wasn’t invited.

(via mfreems)

Source: wotcher-doctor
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