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"Goodbye Miss Saige," Nathan murmured as he watched the Time Hole close up for good. Out of the corner of his eye he registered a flicker of movement. Craning his neck, he caught a glimpse of a young woman in an elaborate gown, also gazing up at where the Time Hole had been. Moving closer, he caught her mouthing something to herself. A certain name… "Excuse me, but did you just say Saige?" She did not jump, but her shoulders tensed and her eyes blinked rapidly. He backtracked both physically and verbally. "I'm sorry if I startled you." "Please do not be sorry, Mr...?" "Oh, forgive me. My name is Nathan Kingsley. May I inquire as to y

#1 Silence Holmes was beginning to understand how silence could be considered deafening. He always appreciated it before, never quite understanding how some people could construe it as maddening. Or try to kill it with meaningless chatter. But ever since he left, silence had taken over Baker Street. There were no more delightful conversations. No more eager questions. No more well-intended reproaches. There was nothing. Silence was, by its very nature, merely a lack of sound. An absence. A void. Nature abhors a vacuum… Picking up his violin, he proceeded to banish one of the few things his companion had left behind. #2 Sweet Noth

01 Greeting "Hello there, anger management issues, how have you been? I'd high-five you, but I'm pretty sure that's a contest I'd lose." An overly large green hand was held in front of him. "… you seriously want a high-five?" A big grin and a nod. "Okay." As soon as the Hulk's back was turned, Tony grabbed his hand, hissing in pain. "Like slapping a brick wall," he muttered. 02 Smarts The realization comes when Hulk is the only one to laugh at a science joke of Tony's. Hulk's not dumb, just childish. Something they certainly have in common. Tony smirks. "I'll be using complete sentences around you from now on."  Perhaps it's a goo

Holmes led Watson down a darkened corridor of New Scotland Yard, allowing their stalker to feel safe in pursuing them. They had been shadowed for a week now, and none of the traditional methods of surveillance such as cameras had revealed anything of importance. Their opponent was clearly familiar with other types of tracking technology, as any traces they might have left were carefully absent. Holmes had come to realize that he would have to be the one to make the first move if he wished to make any progress in uncovering their identity. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but let it not be said that the cat did not die nobly. With clear in

#01 Thanks "Hey, thanks for saving my life back there." None of Tony's usual melodrama, just a simple, clear statement. "I didn't –" Bruce sighs, remembering who he's talking to and what he needs to accept about himself. "It's not a big deal, but you're welcome." "It is a big deal, it's my life. You have no idea how important a commodity that is." And the melodrama is back; figures it couldn't stay away for long. #02 First Name Basis Somehow, Tony doesn't mind it when Pepper calls him Bruce. #03 Laughter " MWAHAHAHA … what? Don't look at me like that, Bruce. It is perfectly NORMAL to cackle insanely when getting your mad sci

"Argh! I can't believe I'm losing to a fuzzy meatloaf!" Despite his words, Once-ler couldn't help the grin spreading across his face. "Are you cheating? I swear you must be cheating. For shame." The Lorax gave him the stink eye. "Hey, watch it beanpole. Or I just might make you cough up extra." He turned back to his hand. "I've just had a lot of time to get good at this game. That's all." Once-ler looked up from his cards. "What stakes are we playing for, anyway?" "What, playing for fun isn't enough for you?" He shrugged. "No, just wondering if I should be prepared to sacrifice a few truffula fruits or something." The Lorax thought for a

01 What's Left Behind "Lestrade, I looked at those books. They were my friend John Watson's journals. Where did you get them?" "Family heirlooms." Ah. Neither of them, after all, had had any close family. Lestrade's voice cut into his thoughts. "You miss him?" "More than I care to admit." Even when they weren't together, when they had been separated by hundreds of miles, Watson had still been available. Still there. And if he admits it now, when Watson is gone, Holmes doesn't know what he'll do. 02 Chasing Ghosts Though he tries to suppress it, Watson cannot help but notice the slight chill that runs down Holmes' body, still clothed