A/N: Superwholock AU.
CHARACTERS:
Sherlock: Amelia Pond
Jawwwwwn: Castiel Novak
Molly: Rory Williams
Mrs. Hudson: The Doctor (John Smith) or Bobby Singer (have not decided yet)
Lestrade: River Song
Mike: Mickey Smith (only appears once or twice)
Anderson: Azazel or Uriel
Mycroft: Crowley
Moriarty: Lucifer
Donovan: Martha Jones
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the television shows Doctor Who (or any of its affiliates), Supernatural (or any of its affiliates), or Sherlock (or any of its affiliates). Doctor Who belongs purely to BBC and the creators. Supernatural belongs purely to the CW and its creators. Sherlock belongs purely to the BBC and its creators. If I did own these shows, Destiel and Johnlock would be canon.
Amelia Pond of 221B Baker Street is married to her work. She does not waste time with feelings or sentimentality. She is strictly to the point, both with her manner and the way she dresses herself—mainly in plain black suits, with the occasional purple dress shirt. When cold, she wears a thick woollen overcoat and a dark blue scarf. She is not interested in the silly goings-on of simpleminded, stupid people. She may be judged as socially awkward and rude, but Amelia believes herself to simply be on a different tier than the others. Who'd want me for a flatmate? she secretly wonders as she examines the mangled body.
"Er, would you like a coffee?"
Amelia looks up, into the earnest brown eyes of Rory, the mortician. He's kind, but dull and not a pinnacle for achievement.
"Yes, please. Black, two sugars. I'll be upstairs."
Amelia does not see the crestfallen look cross Rory's face. "Oh, okay."
On the way out, he bumps into Detective Inspector Song, who smiles. "Hard day, huh?"
Rory sighs, stuffing his hands into the white lab coat he is wearing over his clothes. "S'pose so. Hasn't had a case in a long time. She said something about getting a flat, though. Said, 'who'd want me for a flatmate?'"
The Detective Inspector huffs out her breath. "That's a good question, isn't it?"