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Main Points:
BBC's Sherlock/The Secret World crossover.  TSW knowledge more useful in this part but isn't required.
Summary: It's a miracle the Factions have left him to his own devices for this long.
Word Count: 420
Rating: Gen

                He experiments.  He can control this thing, now inside, this yellow Bee energy, even though it’s sometimes blue, like flames.  Mostly, he can explode things, but it’s not as if his landlord will notice the difference between chemical and magical explosions.  He tries to work out the logic behind the magic, because everything has to operate off logic, off rules, even if it’s not the rules he’s known.

                And then there’s someone at the door.  “Good afternoon.  You’re…Sherlock Holmes, are you not?”

                He glares.  His brother, meddling again.  The woman smiles and pushes past him.  “Never mind.  The state of your room tells me the truth.  Bee problem?  Most of the ones I talk to haven’t mastered this kind of control yet, but then, you’re no ordinary recruit, are you?”

                She sits down unbidden, smiling at his glare once more.  “I represent an organization headquartered here in London.  Much like you accuse your brother of, we’re a world organization with connections in every government, though we consider ourselves a silent partner.  But I can see you’re bored, so I’ll get to the point.  We’re recruiting.  Dark days are coming; I’m sure you’ve noticed.  If nothing else, we’re interested in what you can tell us about your investigations into the Morninglight.  Let’s just say we haven’t managed to get any conventional spying done.”

                Well, that, at least, he can do.  It’s what he was considering doing for Lestrade, or similar at least, so there’s no problem there.

                She continues and manages to surprise him.  “We can offer you a life of chasing something more interesting than your average criminal.  But more than that, we have answers.  We can tell you what of all this,” she states quietly, gesturing to the books haphazardly placed around the room, “…is real.  We can do more than tell you; we can show you.  And you’re capable of more than just pretty fireworks.  We can train you in real magic.  The choice is entirely yours, what to do with yourself and your powers, but you’ve managed to attract attention, and not all of it may be good.  On your own, you might not last the week, or you’ll be dragged into a career by others less accommodating.”  He’s handed an envelope, expensive stationary, mass produced but each letter is signed by hand, with a…what might be an old-fashioned dipping pen of all things, smells of old books, dust and…none of this is especially relevant right now, and the woman leaves.  The Templars?  Something new to research.