Where no fanfic has gone before

Life continues. Am in love with my new GP (we talked X-Files and fanfic and why I'm not in medical school, he's lovely to look at, and naturally he is married with a newborn). Still equate my mother's choice of hangouts/company with torture. Weekend approaching.

Couple of dream things I wanted to share.

( Overexcitement at the overtures of London boys. )

( Guns, fingerprints and improbable pairings. )

Wilson/Harry. Wilson/Harry. Does that pairing even exist?