Man I Haven't Posted In A While, Life Got Busy Haha, But I've Had Some New Ideas For Some In Transit

hi! i loved the in transit fics that you wrote! i'd love (if you're still taking requests) a fic with langley in it? i care her even if she's evil :')

I personally love Langley (VA - @dancingdreamer) as a character - she's written very well for in the show haha.

Thank you for my first request! Requests are very much still open if anyone has them!

Now without further ado, let's get on with the latest @intransitpodcast fanfiction!

Stand Down

It was finally over. They’d saved everyone.

Cairo and Ziggy walked the now denounced Faraday to a cell as he struggled against them, while everyone else prepared for the coming events. Everything was happening so quickly. Sputnik was finishing up repairs on the ship with a small army of engineers at their side, and Ei helped supervise progress while Alnitak tended to injuries sustained during the takeover, bandaging Halley’s broken arm ignoring her insistence that she was fine. Sawyer and Alecto were preparing to have Alecto sworn in as commander, with Solea helping them follow the official rulings on how to swear her in. After everything that had happened, Alecto didn’t want to take any chances. 

Once everything was ready Alecto allowed herself to relax slightly, letting it all sink in as she mentally prepared herself to become the new commander of Eurus, and acting commander of Notos. She took a deep breath and pushed her shoulders down, a small smile lacing her features before she heard the cock of a gun, and her blood ran cold.

“Stand down Alecto” Solea commanded, her steady hand pointing the gun directly at the back of Alecto’s head.

“Langley, what are you-” Sawyer started before Solea cut him off again.

“Stand down, and surrender your power to me,”

“Why are you doing this?” Alecto asked, trying not to demonstrate her fear, her voice betraying her as her tone became slightly shaky.

“What, you thought I wouldn’t take my only chance to get back into a position of power? Don’t be stupid Alecto.”

“But you would have power with us, we agreed on running the ship together,”

“You agreed, I don’t recall agreeing to anything beyond getting rid of Faraday from his position of command.”

“Why would you risk this?” Alecto began, her voice stronger than before. “You’ve completely lost the trust of the people and put yourself in a worse position by killing me.”

“People forget.” Langley started, a slow, snide, and calculating tone lacing her voice “and after what Faraday did, I can’t imagine it would be hard to overlook some minor flaws.”

“Minor?” Sawyer interrupted, his tone anguished “People won’t forget you killed their friends and family, we won’t forget you murdered Lyra.”

“Careful.” Solea said, pressing the gun into the back of Alecto’s head “Wouldn’t want me to accidentally fire now, would we Rosario.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Really?” She asked rhetorically, knowing her finger on the trigger was enough to show the true answer. “Enlighten me to why?” she continued, with Sawyer offering no response other than a shaky breath as he frantically scanned the room for a way out of the situation.

“Exactly.” She finished, keeping the gun trained at the back of Alecto’s head.

“What do you gain by killing me?” Alecto questioned, wanting to gain any information that could save her.

“No one left to stand in my way,” She answered simply, “What? Do you really think that Flovent boy will get far without you? We’ve seen what happens when he tries to take action on his own. Even that pretty little boyfriend of his couldn’t stop him from getting his hand cut off.”

“His name is Cairo,” Sawyer said shakily “and that wasn’t Alnitak’s fault.”

“Do you really think that’s what you should be caring about right now? I have your friend at gunpoint and that’s what you focus on.” She said, disbelief lacing her voice “God you really are useless, it’s a wonder you even got this far,”

“What do you want from me,” Alecto cut in “My power for my life?”

“That’s exactly what I want.” Solea responded, “I’ll get it either way, but the method I use depends on how you respond, Alecto.”

“What makes you think you can do any better than Faraday? He had his entire ship under his control and he still couldn’t stop us.”

“I’ve learnt from his mistakes, Alecto. Amos was arrogant, he missed the blatant flaws in his ideas, only focusing on what benefited him rather than the full result of his actions, even when that assistant of his spelled it out for him. The man was far from paranoid of course, but a bit of paranoia makes for a good leader, something I, myself, lacked during my time as commander. Paranoia allows you to prepare for every eventuality, which is something being around him taught me, and something you still have left to learn Alecto. You let your guard down.”

“Because I thought this was over.” Alecto shot back “I thought we were done with this.”

“It will never be done Alecto. You made the naive decision to believe you were safe, and that nothing could get to you, but this whole thing will never be over.” Solea began, readying her finger on the trigger. “Now, do you surrender your position as Commander?”

“I will never surrender my position to you.”

“Then you’re of no use to me.”

Welcome to Pt 2 of my Cairo x Al sick fic. I apologise in advance for any mistakes, it's still only freshers week and yet I've already managed to get freshers flu haha, but I still wanted to write a part two so here it is! @intransitpodcast

Cairo x Al sick fic pt 2: Uno Reverse

Cairo slumped over his console in the helm, struggling to keep himself awake despite being barely an hour into his shift. His head was about to fall down from its position resting on his hand, when the sound of the door to the helm opening behind him startled him awake, blinking his eyes repeatedly to try and make himself appear less groggy as he turned around in his chair.

“Oh hey Al,” he called out drowsily “What are you doing here? You know you’re not meant to be on the helm unless there’s a medical emergency,”

“You weren’t answering your comms, I was worried you’d managed to get yourself in trouble. Again,”

“Oh please, when do I ever get into trouble?”

Al gave him a look of disbelief in response, while Cairo sifted through a bag to his right, looking for his comms bracelet.

“Shit,” he muttered to himself before badly attempting to stifle a cough “I must’ve left it at my place when I left for work, sorry for dragging you out here for nothing Al” Cairo said tiredly, meaning for it to sound more upbeat than it did.

Al furrowed his brow slightly and pulled his lips tight, immediately catching on to how exhausted Cairo seemed.

“That’s not like you,” He commented, stepping closer to Cairo.

“What do you mean?” Cairo tried to joke “I’m always forgetting stuff,”

“Not stuff like this,” Al pointed out “I’ve never seen you without your comms bracelet on during the day, after everything you’ve been through not having a way to communicate an emergency would, to put it in your words ‘fucking suck’,”

“It’s no biggy,” Cairo responded, trying to brush it off, acting like the rising anxiety of realising he didn’t have the bracelet wasn’t contributing to his already stressed and weakened state. “I’ll just pick it up when I get back to my quarters” Cairo continued, before coughing harshly and doubling over in his chair, Al immediately coming up behind him and placing a hand onto Cairo’s back.

“Which is happening now,” Al told him firmly

“I can’t leave,” Cairo said tiredly, the fatigue evident in his voice “I’m working, I just need a glass of water.”

Cairo then stood up and went to walk towards the water cooler when a wave of dizziness hit him and he immediately grabbed onto Al’s shoulder.

“Cairo,” Al began softly, lowering him back into his chair slowly “you need to go to bed,” he pleaded

“I’m fine, I just need a second,”

“You’re not fine Cairo,”

“Al, seriously i’m-”

“No Cairo,” Al cut him off, his voice set and stern as if he was giving medical advice at work “I’m going to help you back to your quarters and then I’ll get you a drink,”

“Allllllll” Cairo whined, knowing it was futile to resist, but not wanting to feel helpless and weak

“Please Cairo,” Al pleaded, his tone becoming soft as he looked at Cairo with genuine concern “there are other navigators here running the ship, and you’re not going to be much use to them like his, so please let me take you to bed,”

“Oh?” Cairo said in a teasingly flirty tone “I thought you wanted me to get some rest Al,”

“I- Not like that!” Al exclaimed, blushing slightly “god, you can’t stop flirting even when you’re sick,”

“I’m not sick.”

“You are sick Cairo, now am I taking you back or not,”

Cairo let out a small sigh and held onto his chair to help him stand up

“Fine,” He began, giving in, “but you’re going to have to carry me,” he joked drowsily before Al lifted him up with ease and began walking down the corridor, carrying Cairo bridal style.

“I’m not complaining, but I was kidding you know,” Cairo said tiredly, looking up at Al from in his arms.

“I know,” Al began, turning a corner “but it’s probably quicker for me to carry you when you’re in this state.”

“You’re stronger than I thought” Cairo teased “I mean, I’m taller than you and you’re acting like carrying me is the easiest thing in the world,”

“Well you do need a lot of strength to be a doctor, especially a doctor who has to deal with you,” Al joked, causing Cairo to laugh weakly before sleepily responding “Damn you’re hot,” resting his head on Al’s chest and closing his eyes as they continued the journey back to his quarters in a comfortable silence.

Once they had reached Cairo’s room, Al carefully got out his own key for the room before opening the door and gently setting Cairo down on the bed. Cairo opened his eyes and immediately tried to sit up before Al put a hand onto his shoulder to stop him going any further.

“Lay down, I’ll get you some water,” Al said before Cairo moved to get up again.

“No it’s fine, I can do it myself, you should head back to work,” he said before immediately falling back onto the bed dizzily “I meant to do that,” he finished drowsily.

“Not in this state you can’t,” Al began, looking at Cairo gently, “I don’t have work today, besides, this is my fault,”

“You can’t seriously blame yourself for this Al,”

“You got sick from taking care of me Cairo,”

“Hey, that was my choice, I wanted to take care of you, don’t feel guilty just because I went and got sick.” Al looked at Cairo with a small smile and nodded

“Fine, but you have to rest while I get you some water, doctor’s orders,” Al told him.

“Ok fine, I’ll lay back down doc,” Cairo said teasingly, as he pulled the blanket over himself, slowly closing his eyes as he waited for Al to come back with the water.

“Sorry that took me so long, I was looking for a cup you wouldn’t break if you somehow knocked it over and-” Al began, before cutting himself off, realising Cairo had accidentally fallen asleep while he was gone.

Al let out a soft chuckle and placed the glass on his bedside table, smiling lovingly at Cairo as he gently lowered himself onto the bed, not wanting to wake him up. He delicately brushed a strand of Cairo’s hair out of his face and kissed his forehead gently, letting out a little sigh before lying down beside him and allowing Cairo to rest.

-

Hope you enjoyed that! I'm going to keep pretending this show hasn't ended and write whatever fanfic ideas I think of (and will happily take requests) so I hope you can enjoy my little own world of in transit content.

Reasons I headcannon Skip Granger as autistic (as an autistic person)

(A non comprehensive guide)

This is all from my memory and I will preface this saying that not all autistic people have these traits (i myself only share a few), nor do you have to have these traits to be autistic, however, despite his development and learning to cope with some of the traits that cause him to struggle, they are still traits in the first place.

Without further ado! Here we go:

- Struggling with change (yes this has developed as we've gone through the show however skip still struggles with immediate change, especially when it involves him directly, despite his grown ability for adaptability)

- Strong moral compass

- Sticking to the rules, even when the EMF was temporarily non-existent (yes he has developed and learnt how to cope without following the rules at all times but this is definitely a trait of his)

- Special interests (filing, Barry Boudinis escape rooms, pass phrases etc)

- Overly trusting (this has developed over the show as skip has learnt not to immediately trust everybody, however, despite this, he still holds out hope for people to change - this overly trusting nature is seen with Mcgrath, Ellie May Sederstom, Chet Philips, and Athena O'brien to name a few and yes, there are way more examples)

- Panicking when faced with an accidental social barrier (such as panicking when he makes assumptions which then make him think he's offended someone - yes a lot of people panic, but not to the extent of skip)

- Liking Cleaning and keeping things clean and organised

OK so this is only a few and what is done off of the top of my head, so the name 'non comprehensive guide' is correct. I may do an updated one when relistening to the show. Hope you enjoyed!

A Most Beautiful Reminder: The first episode of Death by Dying Season 2 is out now on all streaming platforms!!!

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Death by Dying

The Obituary Writer of Crestfall, Idaho finds himself deeply in over his head as he investigates a series of strange and mysterious deaths…

The Transcript for Obituary 06:

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People wanted In Transit fanfiction...well this is what you get. I will apologise in advance if characterisation is a big off, I've got covid and wanted to write anyways haha. But if you guys want more of this kind of thing, I've got at least 2 more ideas for Cairo and Alnitak, and I'm willing to take requests!

Cairo knocked on the door rapidly with his prosthetic arm, carefully transferring his right arm to be balanced on the prosthetic as he winced at the burn on his hand, doing his best to ignore the pain, convincing himself that he’d had worse, his prosthetic proved that. Alnitak opened the door, using his free hand to brush his hair back as he did, his expression becoming more tense as he locked eyes with Cairo.

“Cairo, I’m working, you can’t just visit me out of nowhere when I'm on shift,” Al said hurriedly, stress visibly lacing his features.

“Not sure I’d call this out of nowhere Al,” he joked slightly, showing Alnitak his right hand with a slight grimace. Al looked at his hand and sighed softly

“Another locked door?” He asked, as Cairo shrugged in response, a small smile on his face “I suppose you’d better come in then.”

Cairo walked into the doctor’s office, a wave of relief washing over him knowing he could finally see Al, it may have been a little drastic, but Alnitak had been avoiding him all week, and he was running out of options that didn’t involve him landing himself in hospital.

“Sit down here and let me take a look at your hand” Al said, attempting to seem indifferent to the whole situation, with his less than confident tone of voice betraying him. 

Cairo sat down on the bed and put out his hand for Al, who carefully took it and began examining the burn, a silence settling on the room as he did so.

“Al, can we talk?” Cairo began before Al turned away from him, walking across the room and grabbing bandages, gently wrapping Cairo’s hand as Cairo continued to gingerly hold his hand out.

“Al, can we-”

“What made you try a locked door again?” Alnitak asked hurriedly, cutting Cairo off from finishing his question.

“I dunno” Cairo started “You know me, I’m impulsive”

“Not without reason.” Alnitak shot back, “after everything that’s happened I couldn’t see you risking something so stupid, when that’s a surefire way to caught,” he continued “and you must’ve removed your prosthetic beforehand, otherwise you’d be in a lot worse shape than this. So you had time to think about what you were doing before it happened, and yet you still tried to open a door you have no access to. What’s Faraday doing now that’s so important you’d risk that again?”

“I wanted to see you,” Cairo suddenly said, as Alnitak finished bandaging his hand.

“What?”

“I wanted to see you,” he reiterated. “I haven’t seen you all week.”

“Why didn’t you just call me?”

“I did. Five times,” Cairo shot back

“Sorry,” Al began, looking down, “I’ve been busy with work.”

“Bullshit.”

“What?”

“That’s fucking bullshit Al,” Cairo continued “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“I’m not avoiding you, I’m literally at work now.”

“You’re not even supposed to be on shift today.” Al paused slightly in response, not knowing what to say.

“Cairo I-”

“Half an hour” he said, cutting him off, “give me half an hour, and I promise it’ll be worth it.”

Al looked at Cairo, and sighed, his gaze softening as he gave in, “Fine, half an hour, but no more.”

Cairo immediately perked up in response to this.

“Ok great! Follow me” Cairo said, shooting up from the bed and smiling at Al as he led him out the room, using his injured hand to drag Alnitak with him, ignoring the pain.

Before Al knew it, he and Cairo were getting off a train and he was being walked through the red, Cairo taking him through the crowded corridors like it was second nature.

"Cairo where are we going?" Al asked for what was at least the third time during the trip.

"Hang on, we're almost there," Cairo responded, turning a final corner and leading Al into the room he had been enraptured with on first sight. 

The vines across the walls and dangling from the ceiling brushed next to their faces as Cairo led Al to the corner of the room, sitting them down in a patch clear of plant life so they could see the whole display. Al looked in wonder at the different flowers in the room, the white, pink, and purple hyacinths running around the edge of the room, as clusters of Orchids, yellow Freesia Double Soleil, and Bellflowers filled the rest of the space. Al ran his fingers gently through the fronds of the ferns behind him and let out a shaky breath, finally letting himself relax slightly.

“I remembered you liked this place,” Cairo said softly, smiling at Alnitak, glad to see him less stressed, even if just for a moment.

“Yeah,” Al responded simply, letting the room wash over him as he took in all the details of the plants, his eyes scanning over them quickly as a comfortable silence washed over the pair.

“Hey Al,” Cairo began, breaking the silence as Alnitak looked over at him “I’m really sorry for whatever I did when we went to the club,”

“You didn’t do anything.” Alnitak went to interject.

“But I did, and you might not want to say what it was, but,” Cairo paused slightly, debating his word choice, “you’ve been distant since then, and I do stupid things while I’m drunk, and I don’t remember much, but I do remember wanting you to have fun, and I know that I did something wrong, so don’t try to deny it Al.”

“It wasn’t what you did.” Al responded, his breathing shaky as he tried to keep his composure “It was the realisation as a result of what you did.” 

Cairo looked at him softly, giving him a small, reassuring smile

“Do you wanna talk about it? “I’m all ears.” Cairo told him gently, “Well, a higher percentage of ears than most,” he tried to joke, lifting his prosthetic slightly.

“That’s the thing. I can’t” Al said, his voice wavering as tears began to fill his eyes “I can’t tell you because I can’t even admit it to myself, and I know you’d be fine with it, but if I say it then it’s real, and then I have to deal with it, and then other people have to deal with it, and I don’t think I’m ready for that.”

“Sounds like you’ve already admitted it to yourself but don’t want to accept it,” Cairo pointed out.

“Come on, it can’t be that bad,” he said as Alnitak looked away from him. “It can’t be as bad as burning your hand on a locked door as an excuse to see the guy that you li-”

“I’m gay Cairo,” Al interrupted, tears streaming down his face as he finally said the words that he’d been holding back from saying for so long. 

Now it was real.

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with that” Cairo responded softly, his tone more hushed as he began to brush the tears from Alnitak’s face “I’m gay too, and you’ve been fine with that,”

“But it’s fine when it’s you,” he cut in, attempting to stop the flow of tears he’d been holding back from so long. “My dad wants grandchildren, and I can’t give him that, can I?”

“Al” Cairo said gently before Alnitak continued.

“I used to think that I just didn’t like people, that I would just settle down with the first woman who decided they wanted me, have children, and live my life comfortably, even if I didn’t love them romantically, and I was fine with that.” He paused slightly, taking a shaky breath, “and then you came along. You, and your gang of friends suddenly needed a doctor, and it was fine at first. At first, all you needed was someone to take care of your friend and fix your hand, no emotional attachments. But they happened anyway, and we got closer, and I started to care about you in a way that was different. And at first, I thought that it was because I hadn’t had many friends before, that we were just closer than I had got to anyone before, until I realised it was more than that. I wanted to know everything about you, and I still do. I wanted to listen to you talk about the things you care about, even if I hated them. I told you I hated space, but when I realised how much you loved it I couldn’t help but ask more question just to see your dumb smile, as you got to talk about it. And then I realised that it was more than wanting to be close friends. I wanted to be with you all the time, and hold your hand, and do things I shouldn’t do, because that wouldn’t be right, and you wouldn’t like me back, so I tried to stop. But clearly that didn’t do anything, because I still have these stupid feelings for you and they won’t go away, I’m still broken.” He finished shakily.

“Who said I wouldn’t like you back?” Cairo asked, looking softly at Al, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“No one, but it’s obvious you wouldn’t be interested in me, so why would it matter.”

“Are you kidding?” Cairo said incredulously. “First off, you’re not broken Al, you’re one of the smartest and most amazing people I have ever met, and you’re not allowed to deny that.” Cairo continued, anticipating a rebuttal “whatever you’ve been told, and whoever told you that, they’re wrong. You need to do what you feel is right, not what some snobby rich arsehole tells you just because they think they’re entitled to your life. They’re not.” He told Al bluntly, leaving no room for disagreement. “And another thing, I’ve had Sawyer teasing me for weeks about liking you, he said something about fucking ‘heart eyes’ or something. I’ve been flirting with you for weeks now, don’t tell me you haven’t noticed?”

“You’re not like that with everyone?”

“Fuck no,” Cairo responded, laughing slightly “and I meant what I said before.”

“What thing that you said before?”

“About Alnitak being one of the hottest stars in the universe,” Cairo told him, a slight flirty tone lacing his voice as Alnitak gave a small smile, his face now fully devoid of tears.

“Yeah, I know, It’s about 29,000 Kelvin, I looked it up once I got off the train line.”

“No Al,” Cairo began, trying not to laugh at how dense Alnitak was being. “I meant that about you.”

“Oh” Alnitak responded quietly, his face burning bright red as he turned away, trying to hide his blush. “Well, um uh, um, you’re not bad yourself?” Alnitak responded, his voice cracking as he grew more flustered, unsure of what to say. Cairo slung an arm around his shoulder and laughed slightly.

“Not bad?” He questioned teasingly “I’ll have you know I am very attractive.” Cairo said, smirking.

“I’m not going to disagree with that” Al said, his voice still shaky from being flustered as he looked up at Cairo “So, what does this mean for um, us?” Alnitak continued, clearly not sure of where to go from there.

“Well you still haven’t said you like me” Cairo teased, making Al push him lightly in response.

“Of course I like you, you idiot” He responded quietly, looking down.

“Well then, we take thing as they come, and take things as slow as you need,” Cairo told Al reassuringly, “and if I ever doing anything too far, or act like a fucking idiot, you need to tell me yeah?”

“Ok,” Al agreed, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Sooooo,” Cairo started, “can I call you my boyfriend?”

“Yes, you can call me your boyfriend” Al responded with a small laugh, a wide smile across his features as he rested his head on Cairo’s shoulder, taking in the room around him, and for the first time in a long time, allowed himself to be comfortable and relaxed, feeling safe in Cairo’s embrace.

Bonus:

Alnitak: How exactly are we going to tell everyone

Cairo: Don’t worry about that, I’ve got it covered

*with people*

Cairo: Hey guys, we’ve got something to tell you

*Kisses Al*

Ziggy: Oh you’ve got to be fucking kiding me

Sawyer: (smugly) I told you! 50 credits please

Ziggy: Yeah yeah, transferring them now

There are so many incredible moments in the season 2 premiere of death by dying so go check it out if you havent already! SPOILERS FOR @deathbydyingpod FOLLOW, SERIOUSLY LISTEN BEFORE READING THIS

Without further ado here are some of my favourite moments (in chronological order):

‐ then Bury it, as deep into the earth as we will bury our depression afterwards

(I relate heavily haha)

- Hello, I am the totally fine and emotionally stable Obituary writer

(Ah huh, sure you are)

- Anyway, I was being shot at

(What a beautiful segue back and it always makes me laugh)

- I just love the music that comes in when Gert is found again (also the fact Gert is Gert in the transcript and not Marian makes me laugh)

- pretty man

(He is indeed)

- who doesn't want to be the little spoon

(I feel that on a spiritual level)

- ooooh, kablooey.

Indeed kablooey

Kabloeey

Kablooey

(What an iconic and emotionally intense section of dialogue. The feelings kabloeey introduces are indescribable)

- the entire maggot sequence is just perfection, I've never been so invested in maggots

- I thought you could use a hand

(Giving him a hand was in fact very useful)

- The return of the silent nuns! It was so cool to see these guys brought back because of the emotional depth these guys allow the characters to explore and fight against

- the whole paragraph about the idea that maybe Charlotte was right about the fake happiness being better than living with the grief

(I have very strong opinions on this whole concept but it hit really hard to see how OWs views had been morphed through dealing with grief and the complexities and pain of it while still holding out hope for Charlotte - it hurt so much)

- Gerts sacrifice - plenty of iconic lines in here but im partial to 'two plus two equals four, i don't know what that has to do with this but...'

- the direction in the script of 'Click! Beep! The detonator - oh fuck' is pure beauty

- Kablooey

- I need to know why she's gone (this just hit so hard seeing the parallels in how their grief is similar, yet knowing how different it is at the same time)

- It's okay...write me a good Obituary...won't you? (THESE WILL NEVER NOT KILL ME AS LINES, THEY WERE SUCH IMPACTFUL LAST WORDS AND UGH, PURE PERFECTION)

- The angel of Death not allowing his last words to be Kablooey

- 'Somewhere I could only go if I was dead' which was a beautiful line, but was then followed by the increasingly beautiful 'Being mysterious makes you sound like a schmuck!'

- Why are you doing this?

Charlotte is my friend

Thats it?

Yeah

(Ugh, this show has such a hold on me - I'm a sucker for an amazing friendship like this)

- then I'm just going to have to keep on living then, aren't i

(What an icon this man is)

- the 'snow' that I immediately knew was ash but still found absolutely hilarious when he got hit with an earlobe

- You once said nothing done out of love is a mistake. I don't know if what I'm doing is a mistake. But I'm doing it out of love. I hope that's enough

(I didn't need to be hit so hard in my emotions)

- Martin is an iconic bicycle, I love him

- The beautiful 'Wait I can't publish any of this can I?' As OW realises he broke the law many times

WOO! That's all of them, I hope you enjoyed reading that haha, looking forward to the upcoming episodes!

"Why are you doing this?"

"Charlotte is my friend."

"That's it?"

"... Yeah."

you dont get it this is everything. It's telling the audience that they're friends and that is enough to motivate OW. they're friends!!!

I love them far too much

Not Pictured: Sherlock and Mariana realizing John wasn’t expecting that response and comforting him (and making fun of him a little <3)

This is me on the daily

It’s not “wearing a suit to a job interview” it’s “Cosplaying OW in a professional setting.”

Did my very tired brain suddenly decide to come up with an In Transit fanfiction idea? Yes.

Will I actually write it? Also probably yes.

Will I release it for anyone to read? Idk, if people want me to then sure.

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