madimpossibledreamer: Sherlock pointing at the side of his head. (the universe is unimportant)
The fic originally scheduled for today was rescheduled because I didn't feel today was an appropriate day to post it.  (You'll see it tomorrow.)  I hope everyone had a great holiday, whether they were celebrating the Cross or just appreciating that candy exists.  Or both!
~Dreamer~
PS: Oddly enough, John has this weird habit of befriending everyone, even people from different fandoms.  Maybe it's the ability to take everything in stride while still retaining a backbone.
PPS: I don't know why the genderbend.  It isn't integral to the story.  I think it was just an extension of the 'Stephanie's bouncing around the multiverse'.
PPPS: If you haven't read Avengers: Heroes Welcome, do it.  It's amazing.

Main Points:
Doctor Strange Genderbend crossed with BBC Sherlock
Summary: John meets a kindred spirit.
Word Count: 311
Rating: Gen

         The stranger draws herself up, rallying her composure.  “Doctor Stephanie Strange, former neurosurgeon.”  She puts a hand out for a handshake and instantly John can see the problem, given that there’s a tremor that speaks of nerve damage.
         “Doctor John Watson, former surgeon,” he responds as he shakes the hand firmly, and instantly sees a kindred light in her eyes.  Not one of pity, as he’d seen in the eyes of so many others, but merely sympathy.
         She looks him over, eyes unreadable.  “Gunshot wound?”
         “Afghanistan,” he responds, used to these sorts of conversations from Sherlock.
         Her eyes instantly narrow.  “Soldier?”
         “Yes.  Problem?”  This time it’s challenging.  He doesn’t particularly like it, but a mere doctor would fit in to society, and he still sticks out like a sore thumb.  Sherlock may have thought of him as the normal one, but he meshes as well with ‘normalcy’ as a Holmes.  Why else would he have found sanctuary with a man whose idea of an everyday occurrence was a samurai invading the flat and a head in the fridge?
         She shakes her head, a brief smirk coming into play.  “You could say I’ve had my worldview expanded from merely ‘do no harm’.”  It fades as quickly as it comes, turning to a somber expression that suddenly makes her look old despite her physical appearance of middle age.  “I understand that sometimes it’s necessary to take one life to save another, or many.  That doesn’t make it any easier, and it’s good to find a better way, without simply just dismissing it as ‘there isn’t one’.  The impossible is possible.  Mental barriers are more of an obstacle than physical ones.”
         John hears the unspoken and covers her hand with one of his own.  A gesture of comfort, nothing more.  “We do the best we can.”
         The smile he receives in return is dazzling.

madimpossibledreamer: Sherlock holding his violin. (creative)
Main Points:
BBC's Sherlock, Standverse (John has a Stand)
Summary: If he survives, Sherlock will have a Stand too, now.
Word Count: 90
Rating: Gen

             The demon’s face grins and spears him with what feels like molten lava.  “Who better to use as a guinea pig, dear Sherlock?”  Mocking laughter, and Sherlock shivers uncontrollably.  Attempting to get up just results in him flopping on the floor.
             And then there’s another face, a familiar face, and a comforting voice like the smell of jumpers.  “You’re not here,” he rasps.
             “Miracles are possible, Sherlock.  And on that note, don’t you dare die on me, not now.”
             He passes out instead.  It seems the safest of the options.



madimpossibledreamer: Zhuge Liang concentrating and looking thoughtful. (concentrating)
Main Points:
BBC's Sherlock, Standverse (John has a Stand)
Summary: John the one man army.
Word Count: 120
Rating: Gen

           Occasionally John will call for an update, and guiltily, Mycroft will tell him of any more members of the network they have uncovered.  He’d tell Sherlock about the conversations, but Sherlock needs to make sure he finds the whole network through the data trails, and Sherlock can’t miss the devastation John leaves in his wake as the surgically strikes at each of the viper’s nests.
           He’s also not about to tell his brother about the Speedwagon Foundation calling for updates on John’s location.  He’s, for once in his life, honest with his sort-of-partners, telling them that he has no idea where John will be next because John’s the one choosing the next mission of all the information he’s being handed.

madimpossibledreamer: Sherlock staring at the ceiling. (bored)
See y'all on the other side.  Hopefully I won't die from workload.
~Dreamer~

Main Points:
BBC's Sherlock, Standverse (John has a Stand)
Summary: Mycroft has to explain John and Stands to Sherlock (and would have preferred if John had done so).
Word Count: 975
Rating: Gen

Let's go. )

madimpossibledreamer: Sherlock holding his violin. (creative)
Main Points:
BBC's Sherlock, Standverse (John has a Stand)
Summary: John decides to dismantle Moriarty's network.  Single-handedly.
Word Count: 530
Rating: Gen, Dark!John (kinda, he's on the side of the angels but right now he's a weapon whose function is to make some people's lives really unpleasant)

        

madimpossibledreamer: Sherlock pointing at the side of his head. (the universe is unimportant)
Main Points:
BBC's Sherlock, Standverse (John has a Stand)
Summary: faster to read
Word Count: 95
Rating: Gen

          “Sherlock!” John screams, and Sherlock steps and falls, and then something…doesn’t go as planned.
          John’s distraught.  Good.  He’s running, knocked into by the bicyclist as planned.  The switch barely happens in time.  But it’s quick enough.
          And then it happens.
          There’s an explosion, blending in with the sound of John’s scream.  He carefully doesn’t react.  It might be Moriarty’s network, trying to get him to betray any possible sign of life, so he doesn’t move, despite the sound.
          But then John doesn’t come over.  The running footsteps lead away, not to his body.  Why?
          John.

madimpossibledreamer: Sherlock staring at the ceiling. (bored)
Main Points:
BBC's Sherlock, Standverse (John has a Stand)
Summary: Sherlock is still trying to decipher John.
Word Count: 360
Rating: Gen

           “Are you all right?” Sherlock asks, and John shakes his head, transferring his gaze from the window to his friend.
           “Sorry?”  Whatever had been asked, he hadn’t heard.
           Sherlock steeples his fingers, the dissecting gaze like John’s a brand-new puzzle.  “You’ve been acting odd ever since Sally called me a freak.  Again.  You don’t like it when anyone’s rude; a little odd, really, considering I’m likely to be rude myself, but it’s bothering you more than usual.  Why?”
           John works his jaw.  This would be a good time.  And yet…not at all.
           It’s a restaurant.  There are people around.  He can’t be sure Moriarty doesn’t have people here.  He actually can’t be sure that there aren’t bugs or people around or anything anywhere.  And after the pool, he’s fairly certain Moriarty has to be interested in him.
           He doesn’t have the energy for this.  He’s maintaining Right Where I Belong most of the time, now, because he’s paranoid, now.  He doesn’t know how Sherlock hasn’t noticed by now being his usual reckless self hasn’t earned him near enough scrapes or bruises.
           And he’s taken too long to answer, because apparently his face has answered for him, since Sherlock keeps up his interrogation.  “Ah.  You take it personally.  Why?  The company you keep, or…?”
           By now, his face has given away the truth, that it’s more personal than that, and he knows Sherlock deserves to know, is getting restless, can’t wait any longer, and knows also that he wants to tell, being unable to talk about it is tearing him apart, and he’d never thought it’d be this hard.
           But he doesn’t want to lose a friend.  Despite the fact that he already is, that the secret is tearing them apart.  And worse, he doesn’t want to give Moriarty the clue he needs to go find and unlock a Stand.
           So he bites his lip.  Maybe he can give Sherlock clues.  Lead him into the correct answer, hope Moriarty doesn’t get there first.  “Remember our conversation about monsters.”
           “What kind of evidence could lead a man like you to believe he’s a monster?” Sherlock’s incredulous.
           “Obviously, the persuasive kind,” John whispers.

madimpossibledreamer: Sherlock holding his violin. (creative)
Main Points:
BBC's Sherlock, Standverse (John has a Stand)
Summary: Faster to read.
Word Count: 25
Rating: Gen
Notes: Get ready for the pain train.  I tried to keep this 'verse nonangsty but it wasn't in the cards.

             John is fairly sure that Sherlock’s a normal human, not a Stand User.  As weird as people see his flatmate, Watson is the real freak.



madimpossibledreamer: Sherlock holding his violin. (sherlock)
Main Points:
BBC's Sherlock/The Secret World crossover.  TSW knowledge useful but isn't required.
Summary: Sherlock meets John.
Word Count: 480
Rating: Gen

                John is secretly made of steel, Sherlock reflects, as he unleashes his healing power before managing to get the cultists to dive back behind cover again.  Admittedly, he’s a little hazy, what with the head injury and all.

                He also, surprisingly, does not happen to be Templar.  Sherlock’s never gotten a faction affiliation wrong.  He’d almost fly into a sulk if he wasn’t too busy trying to find what, exactly, shows to what other faction John Watson might happen to belong. 

Illuminati, in Sherlock’s experience, tend to be greedy or at least vaguely corporate in nature.  (Perhaps he is basing it off a certain Sebastian Wilkes, but he can hardly be blamed for using personally gathered data.)  Yet he can’t see anything (blind, unquestioning obedience, a chaotic nature) that would lead John Watson to be Dragon.

                In the end, John Watson is a Dragon, and perhaps that is the most chaotic and unexpected of all.

madimpossibledreamer: Sherlock holding his violin. (creative)
Main Points:
BBC's Sherlock/The Secret World crossover.  TSW knowledge useful but isn't required.
Summary: Sherlock meets John.
Word Count: 480
Rating: Gen

                He reads others.  Often, they don’t even care, or regard it as useful, hungry, prying eyes willing to try to poach him from the Templars.
                And then he meets John.  John of the assault rifle, John of the healing touch.
                He’d met him, unassuming, beige jumper.  Reads that he was a soldier, Afghanistan or Iraq, but he’s so pleasant, projecting anything but a dangerous air, that he doesn’t realize how dangerous the man could be.  Just a simple brushing by in Agartha, as he’s on his way to the Archives, the books that the Council of Venice will still allow him access, that is.  He takes in the blond, short, limping man and dismisses him.
                It’s not often that Sherlock Holmes makes a mistake.  But it does happen.
                The next time, it’s a meeting between factions, moderated by the Council.  He assumes John is Templar like him, is annoyed that he’s not trusted on his own but understands why.  He’s glaring at the Illuminati, all but baring his teeth as they squabble through words that, with enough intent behind them, could probably rip out throats with magic.  (After learning the Bee-touched can’t die normally, he’s been tempted more than once just to kill another agent for annoyance, since it won’t stick anyway.)  There are others there, but none of them matter.
                John clears his throat.  Somehow, he’s able to immediately draw all the attention in the room, as well as get their argument to dry up like they’ve suddenly lost the ability to speak.  Given the world they live in, it’s not an altogether ludicrous thought.
                It’s John that outlines the plan, a different one than either Sherlock or the Illuminati had proposed, and…it’s not actually half bad.  The soldier has a gift for strategy.  Captain, then.  Could have risen further, didn’t want to.  Enjoys looking out for a small, family like unit.  Replacement for a never-quite functional family, then.  Probably the brother, given the evidence of the phone.  And always had that unassuming air.  People dismiss him, and he uses that as a weapon just like anything else, when needed.
                It’s difficult, getting on with the Illuminati.  He keeps wanting to point out that Sally is hardly just with the man, but John actually manages to get him to keep his tongue civil, and when explaining how the magical artifact they’re going after works, he keeps saying “Amazing” with wonder in his eyes.  It’s almost painful to part at the end, once they’ve deposited the artifact with the Council (it’s the only place they can agree upon).
                John is a little bit like the Secret World, actually.  Sherlock’s gotten to the point where he understands most of the rules.  In the end, though, no matter how banal, commonplace some of it has become (zombies are almost boring, now), it still manages to surprise him enough to keep him not-bored.

madimpossibledreamer: Sherlock pointing at the side of his head. (the universe is unimportant)
Main Points:
BBC's Sherlock, Standverse (John has a Stand)
Summary: John is kidnapped.  (Behind the scenes of The Great Game in this world.)
Word Count: 760
Rating: Gen
Warnings: Um.  Not strong, but Moriarty is genuinely creepy in this one, so head's up.  (I think I managed to capture the creepy sing-songy voice.  I'm not entire sure that's a good thing.)  That, and John gets a little trigger happy in return, but he doesn't have his gun handy.
madimpossibledreamer: Sherlock staring at the ceiling. (bored)
Main Points:
BBC's Sherlock, Standverse (John has a Stand)
Summary: Mycroft and John come to an understanding.
Word Count: 1398
Rating: Gen
Notes: IT'S JOHN'S STAND.  He doesn't pull it on Mycroft, though.  UMBRELLA STANDS FTW
I may have been staring at journal articles for long enough I'm getting silly...

 

Honesty )


madimpossibledreamer: Sherlock holding his violin. (creative)
Main Points:
BBC's Sherlock, Standverse (John has a Stand)
Summary: John's been putting off this conversation for far too long.
Word Count: 125
Rating: Gen

            “You don’t have to go,” Sherlock states quietly, still staring at papers.
            John shrugs, letting the slightest of smiles creep over his face.  “You did say that he warned you against me.”
            This grabs Sherlock’s attention, even over the distraction of a case.  He looks up with bright eyes.  “Yes.”
            “Well.  That means I scare him.”  It would be a stress reliever.  Besides, with Dr. Kujo and the others, it had been demonstrated exactly how effective having a powerful network as an ally.  In the interests of his flatmate’s health, it might be best to call off the ridiculous shadow games the elder Holmes and he had been playing.
            Sherlock stares for a second before, well.  That might be a giggle.  “Off you go, then.”

madimpossibledreamer: Sherlock holding his violin. (sherlock)
Main Points:
BBC's Sherlock, Standverse (John has a Stand)
Summary: John has nightmares.  This is one of them.  Except it's happening.  And Sherlock wants to know what's wrong.
Word Count: 905
Rating: Gen
Note: Parts of dialogue taken directly from The Great Game.  That might be Jojo "Xander" Joestar in the flashback, but you can read it however you wish.

 

madimpossibledreamer: Sherlock holding his violin. (creative)
Main Points:
BBC's Sherlock, Standverse (John has a Stand)
Summary: John has nightmares.  This is one of them.  Except it's happening.
Word Count: 370
Rating: Gen
Notes: Parts of the dialogue are taken directly from The Great Game.

            John sees the destruction and his heart enters his throat.  For a minute, maybe, he even blacks out.  When he comes to, he’s still sitting and his Stand is trying frantically to get a response from him, assuring him that he’d done nothing, this wasn’t his fault.  Sarah’s worried—of course she is, people just don’t black out without reason—but he has to get there, he has to make sure Sherlock’s safe.  He has to make sure that he hasn’t…  He’s barely aware of walking to his flat, and it’s almost not a surprise to see Mycroft sitting there. 
            His frantic queries are met by raised eyebrows, but it seems Sherlock has yet to get out of his bored funk.  Which is good.  That’s good.  If he was hurt, Sherlock would, well.  Be irritable, but not quite bored anymore.
            “A gas explosion.  Apparently.”
            “Though the police have been known to get things wrong,” Mycroft states deliberately, staring directly at him, and John feels faint.  He needs to sit.
            The way he sinks down, his limp’s back and he’s in a terrible condition.  Even Sherlock must notice by now.
            “They haven’t,” he states once to reassure himself, and then again, for Mycroft, “They haven’t.”
            “Mycroft, this is ridiculous.  As if John would bomb anywhere.”  Sherlock is desperate and angry, and John should probably be touched by the defense if he was anywhere near his right mind right now.
            John’s beginning to process things again, though, and he knows this is important.  He looks back up again to see Mycroft’s stare, and nods once.  Fears weren’t reality, after all, and he would’ve noticed his Stand getting out of control.
            There’s a long look as the elder Holmes stares him down, and whatever he sees there, it’s enough.  “Do think about the offer, Sherlock.  Or I’ll perhaps borrow your…blogger.”  He stands and walks over to John, holding out his hand for a handshake.  It’s anything but friendly.  “Goodbye, John.  See you very soon.”
            Sherlock breaks into an furious and discordant violin…noise, and Mycroft leaves.  John tries to calm his racing heart, because he knows there will be questions.  He’s anything but his usual self, and Sherlock couldn’t have failed to miss it.

madimpossibledreamer: Sherlock staring at the ceiling. (bored)
Speaking of nightmares.  I will get to sleep at some point this week.  zzzz  (I have sleep.  Just not enough.  /sadface)
~Dreamer~ (ironic name, now that I think about it, is ironic)

Main Points:
BBC's Sherlock, Standverse (John has a Stand)
Summary: John has nightmares.
Word Count: 130
Rating: Gen

            “John.  You were lying in bed with a fever, unable to discern the world around you.  There is no logical reason why you could have saved your unit.”

            John’s bleary eyes finally focus on Sherlock’s face.  It’s good, this.  That Citizen/Soldier has decided that his brilliantly impossible flatmate is forever off the hit list, so he doesn’t accidentally summon him and bomb the flat when being awoken.  Really, in all honestly, for a Stand User with his sorts of nightmares, there is no other flatmate he could have possibly gotten.

            “So you shouldn’t be feeling any guilt now.”

            If John isn’t mistaken, that’s actual emotion in the detective’s voice.

            “No logical reason, no,” John agrees quietly.  Sherlock’s absolutely rubbish at comfort, which is perhaps why it works.  “Thank you, Sherlock.”

madimpossibledreamer: Sherlock holding his violin. (creative)
Main Points:
BBC's Sherlock, Standverse (John has a Stand)
Summary: Mycroft never got a chance to say anything.
Word Count: 270
Rating: Gen

            John might not be a Holmes, but by this point even he knows Mycroft has to be doing this on purpose.  The meddler’s hand isn’t visible as he moves around the pawns, but it would take interference for this many of Sherlock’s cases to involve Stand Users.  He’s still not sure how the cabbie’s Stand worked, but shooting him seemed to do the trick.  The others had been a little harder to fix without Sherlock ending up dead or finding out.  Perhaps it’s luck that Sherlock had managed, largely, to avoid the supernatural in his cases before, considering that he liked the macabre, the baffling, the ‘weird ones’.

            The sudden change when John came was too suspicious a coincidence, though.  If the Elder Holmes couldn’t scare John away with words, he’d keep throwing them in situations where John was likely to have to expose his secrets at some point.

            The next time a telephone booth rings when John walks by, he answers because he’s been holding in a scream for some time.  “You’re very lucky that I am who I am and that I’ve used my powers before.  Not just someone who’d just got them.  Your brother would already be dead if I wasn’t.  I get your wariness, but throwing him recklessly into situations where I might be at work or at the shop or just not fast enough is a plan so convoluted as to be stupid only a Holmes would have considered it!”

            He’s breathing hard when he hangs up, but despite the anger he feels strangely satisfied, and Citizen/Soldier stirs contentedly in the back of his mind.


madimpossibledreamer: Jiraiya|Yosuke jumping and using a throwing star (Default)
Main Points:
BBC's Sherlock, Standverse (John has a Stand)
Summary: Short drabble.
Word Count: 30
Rating: Gen

            John doesn’t talk about what people have in their normal lives, because it’s been long enough since he’s been normal he’s not really an extensive authority on the subject anymore.



madimpossibledreamer: Jiraiya|Yosuke jumping and using a throwing star (Default)
Mycroft actually has a Stand.  it's his umbrella.  I don't have a fancy name to it yet  Actually I have no idea whether or not Mycroft has a Stand, but he's leaving it ambiguous to keep John guessing.  He's a little more menacing in this one because he thinks John might be a threat to his little brother.
For the one yesterday, There's Always Something, the emphasis on emotion and will makes more sense while reading this (even though, strictly speaking, it's universe optional).  A Stand is your will to fight, so having a stronger will to fight makes you more powerful and more likely to be able to protect/defend.
I actually know what Citizen/Soldier does now (that's John's Stand), but I'll write about that in another post.
Enjoy, dear readers!
~Dreamer~

Main Points:
BBC's Sherlock, Standverse (John has a Stand)
Summary: Mycroft and John meet differently.
Word Count: 150
Rating: Gen

            “It has come to my attention,” the ginger states pleasantly, “…that you are acquainted with a certain Jotaro Kujo.”
            John opens his mouth, only to be cut off abruptly.
            “I would not advise you to lie to me, John.  I’ll know.”
            Watson clenches his fist.  The menace in the air is thick, cloying, almost to the point he can’t breathe.  He’s entered a battle stance, he knows, and Citizen/Soldier is itching to get free.  The only thing that stops him is that this adversary has yet to show his own Stand.  He doesn’t want to get into a fight against an unknown ability if he doesn’t have to do so, even as Jojo’s words echo around his head.  ‘Stand Users attract one another, John.  Be careful.’
            “By…observation, yes?”  His voice is a little less steady than he’d like, and he’s met with a terrifying toothed smile.
            “You were saying, Doctor?”

madimpossibledreamer: Sherlock staring at the ceiling. (bored)
When I started writing this, it was related to a new universe that's going to be popping up in drabbles for a bit, but after writing it I stared at it and realized, 'wait, hey, some of these things make more sense in context with the universe, but it can be read as completely standalone'.  So, here you go, universe optional!
Also, I like Mycroft, but he's occasionally a git.  And John might be a little manipulative, but it's for the best.
~Dreamer~

Main Points:
BBC's Sherlock, Universe Optional
Summary: Items- 1. John Watson cares.  2. Caring is a weakness.  3.  John Watson is anything but weak.
Word Count: 555
Rating: Gen

            “Will caring about them help save them?” Sherlock sneers.  He’s probably worked out exactly where this conversation will go, the ‘pedestrian’, ‘dull’ responses that John will give, and his reactions to those.  So John disappoints him.  Fine.  John’s disappointed too.
            “Yes.”  It’s not the answer that most would give, or if it is, for most it’d be for clichés, but John doesn’t need a fairy-tale when he’s been living so long in the real world, thank you.
            Watson may not be the one who observes, but it’s easy to read Sherlock at the moment.  The detective takes a moment to realize that John has gone off-script, again, and suddenly the anger disappears instantly.  If John was in an imaginative mood, he would have described the sound of always turning gears audibly grinding to a halt.  Grey eyes stare at the doctor with an intense scrutiny that Holmes only applies to the most interesting of problems.  “What?”
            “All right, maybe it’s not as important for you with your consulting detective thing, but I’m a soldier.  I never stopped.”  It’s easy for John to say this to Sherlock, despite the fact that he would never say this to Ella.  “As much as I hate to agree with your brother, this is a battlefield.  The ones that thought it was just some kind of lark, the ones that didn’t have anything to fight for, they’re the ones that usually died first.  Some of them were lucky, of course.  Some of us,” he leans slightly, knowing the detective will take the hint, “…weren’t so lucky.  Fighting for your own life was good.  Fighting for someone else’s was better.”
            “I would have thought you would have called yourself a doctor first.”  All right, perhaps that wasn’t the reaction that he’d been going for, but it was a start.
            “They’re both different ways of saving people.”  He thought for a second and shook his head.  “All right, not always.  But emotions, even boredom, can be just as unhealthy.”
            There’s a slight nod to show Sherlock understands the point.  “Why not surgery, then, if you want to save people’s lives so much?”
            “There’s the tremor,” John states bluntly.  “Yes, maybe it’s psychological, and under pressure it’d be just fine, but people don’t want even the possibility.”
            “I’d trust you,” the detective remarks, and that earns a smile.
         
  “Yeah, well, you do a lot of dangerous things most people wouldn’t.”
            As much as Holmes tries to hide it, that is, in fact, a smile.  “I’ve never noticed it affect your work.”
            “God, Sherlock, I’m not asking you to go and weep in the streets for these people.  And maybe it doesn’t work for you.  All I’m asking you is take it into consideration.  Human brains are amazing and capable of this thing called multitasking.  Emotion and logic aren’t exclusive.”
            “Sarcasm doesn’t really suit you, John.”  He doesn’t really sound annoyed, though.  “As long as you’re not asking me to be nice to Anderson.”  He goes back to thinking, but mutters one last thing under his breath.
            The only word John hears is ‘Mycroft’, but it’s enough to understand everything.  “And if you’ve been taking social advice from your git of a brother, you might want to reconsider that.”
            That grin is clearly smug, even though Sherlock doesn’t acknowledge it any other way.

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