What is superwholock?
Salt, silver bullets and cheap beer.
Blue boxes, sonic screw drivers and proper skinny.
Expensive suits, thinly veiled insults and bloggers.
That's what superwholock is.
What is true friend ship?
Starting to feel something, baseball caps and prophets.
Bigger on the inside, Companions and just-mates.
Could be dangerous, DI's and army doctors.
This is friendship in its truest form.
But what is sacrifice?
Blood, deals and souls selling.
Farewells, set points and big, red buttons.
Falling, goodbyes and trickery.
Now you know what sacrifice is.
Can you tell me what loss is?
Flames, unmarked graves and cages.
Christmas, destroyed planets and time wars.
Tombstones, long years and dusty flats.
Do you still wonder what loss is?
What about bravery?
Closing gates, opening cages and falling to Purgatory.
Three men, standing together to protect the universe.
Climbing into fires, protecting friends and standing up to spiders.
Is this brave enough for you?
What is happiness?
Sitting on the bonnet of a Chevrolet watching the stars with your brother on an abandoned road with a beer.
Bow tie and sand shoe wearing doctors finding out secrets about a lost home, finding long lost hope again.
Drunken detectives and grooms before a wedding with touching speeches and a game of murder.
Happiness goes something like this.
And love?
Trench coats, pictures and necklaces. Baby, brothers and surrogate fathers. Burning mothers, last stands and archangels.
Bad wolves, sexy and red headed children. Waiting, chaste kisses and immortal men. Growing up with parents and marrying doctors.
Pulse checking, slow little brothers and long coats. Marriage, house keepers and gold fish. Strange theories, handcuffs and hand holding.
Is it enough to call it true?
And what does it all mean?
This? This is friendship, sacrifice, loss, bravery, happiness, and love.
This is detectives, bloggers, doctors, companions, hunters and angels.
This is Metallica in the dead of the night, Violin playing at Christmas and TARDIS brakes.
This is about forgetting walking sticks, never just walking past a fez and walking into brothels with uncultured angels
This is rage, desperation and hate.
This is pain, wrath and hopelessness.
This is fear, heart break and death.
This is the cruel sting of dreams breaking on the cold, hard stone of reality.
This is the foul and terrifying story of men, women and lonely gods, clawing for survival and just wanting a place, somewhere to call home in someone else.
But it is also hope and faith, passion and the rush of adrenalin.
This is all things good and kind, just and righteous.
This is new life, success and bliss.
This is care, unknown feelings.
This is belief in far flung dreams.
This is sentiment and letting emotions out.
This is new sensations and pure, childish excitement.
This is speeding down the freeway, crashing TARDIS's and shooting walls of your flat.
This is saving people and whole planets, solving murders and hunting things.
This, you ask? This, every single last word of this, is Superwholock.
And we love it.