December 23:rd - Cloak and Carpet Cause Mayhem
Mrs Hudson was baking. She had that in common with Doctor Strange, it seemed to the Doctor. It seemed like Strange had that in common with Mrs Hudson, to Sherlock.
Sherlock was currently lying on his couch, watching his blogger update his blog. John had been on a date with Doctor Strange yesterday. According to Mrs Hudson - he had been at Barts, himself (he was working on a small side project there) - they had been on said date forever, but Strange had left immediately, not even coming up to say hi to Mrs Hudson or the Carpet, though his Cloak had spent the night.
Sherlock looked up, tracking the progress of the carpet and the cloak through the room. They currently seemed to be rearranging John's slippers. Maybe they'd do something about his horrid taste in jumpers next. With this thought, the consulting detective went back into his mind palace.
John looked down on his blog. He did not want to let anything on so that Sherlock could deduce him. As a result, he kept himself occupied and his eyes down. He could glance, though, and he frequently peeked at Sherlock's Carpet and Stephen's Cloak as they played around the flat. He listened as they tried to play with Sherlock - noticing how the detective petted the two magical fabrics even when thinking - and when they rearranged the books in the bookshelves together.
He finally had to rise and go have a look, when Mrs Hudson's squeak announced that their light mischief had made its way into the kitchen. He leant against the doorway and smiled as he watched the scene. It seemed lthey had stolen Mrs Hudson's flour. They both drooped and looked ashamed as she scolded them, but even the matriark was smiling. They were adorable.
They were adorable, that cloak and carpet, but Mrs Hudson was still feeling a bit in a mood. It had seemed that the date had gone well, but now neither one of the three doctors were saying anything. The TARDIS' Doctor was just away, but John was silent and Doctor Strange seemed to be both. Those boys. She loved them, but sometimes they were completely and utterly infuriating.
Instead of telling all of her boys off for being infuriating, (only Sherlock was well-behaved, and wasn't that a change!) she busied herself baking and making Christmas dinner for tomorrow. She might not be one in the biological sense, but she was a mother, and it took more than this for her to get her panties in a twist. She'd see the boys together yet, be they stubborn about it or not.
The Doctor entered Baker Street with the TARDIS, opening the TARDIS door and looking out over the flat. It was the TARDIS which had insisted on coming here, apparently deciding that it had yet a little more meddling to do.
Everyone seemed to be in a little bit of a tiff, and Doctor Watson was keeping his head down and staying silent. He decided to challenge the Cloak to a game of checkers and leave well enough alone.
He kept watching as the Sword of Excalibur left the TARDIS; it flew slowly around the room until it found the good doctor and blogger, and then flopped down across his lap with the flat side of the blade down as to not cut. The facial expression of the man - the sheer shock - was utterly priceless. With a soft laugh, the Doctor and the TARDIS went to talk to Mrs Hudson, leaving it to the consulting detective, his carpet and a cloak to watch the first tentative meeting between relic and soldier.
The cloak is a prankster today - and now it has backup from the magic carpet! And now we are introducing Excalibur from "The Librarian" - I am really not making this easy on myself with what kind of crossover it is, am I? The last week or so I have been forced to forcefully drag Tony Stark out of this story, and now the plotbunnies quite literally came at me with a sword. I obviously cannot control my characters - or my plotbunnies!
I do not own anything you recognise - I don't even know where some of it is from!
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To the guest irene: yes, I am stopping right there! Mrs Hudson did win in the end. :) You are welcome - I try to always reply! Thank you so much for reviewing: it is always lovely as a writer to get some input.