madimpossibledreamer

It was fun writing Sonnac. Maybe it's playing all these missions and reading the debriefings in his voice, but I think I actually did fairly well with it. (This is probably one of my more favorite parts.)

Main Points:
BBC's Sherlock/The Secret World crossover. TSW knowledge useful but isn't required. Sonnac & Gladstone mentioned in this part, so it'd be helpful but not mandatory (I hope) to know who they are.
Summary: Sherlock starts spinning out of control.
Word Count: 380
Rating: Gen

He finds himself addicted to magic, that rush as he manipulates reality itself, the thought that if he wanted, he could call down a lightning strike, summon a fiery inferno. He tries more and more experimental spells, even writing his own. He’s one of the faction’s go-to experts on magical artifacts. He throws himself into situations with reckless abandon, more and more certain with every new death that it will not be his last. He experiments in the spirit realm, tries to see if his spirit, his mere will, can cast magic or interact with things. Spends longer and longer outside of his body before throwing himself back into the fray with an untempered fury.

“You can, in fact, die.” Sonnac’s voice is seemingly quiet, deadpan, uncaring, but he’s read enough of the man to know this is anything but the case. He does not understand it, but knows that the Templar cares, that there’s no such thing as favorites, no matter what the guards might say, that he appreciates them each in their own way, even the disappointments. Even when they do stupid things. “And there are worse things than mere death. For the most part, yes, our agents are immune to the Filth, but Orochi experiments have shown that this is not always the case.” A slight smile appears and Sonnac raises a hand to forestall the coming comment. “Yes, perhaps I should have shown you what we know about the experiments, which is precious little. Your curiosity and intelligence, however, may tell us things our analysts have yet to find. It is, after all, one of your strengths. Given your actions lately, though, I was concerned, as were others, that showing you the information we have might force you into even more…self-destructive patterns. We can little afford to lose you, and you would be missed.”

From Mycroft, it would have been a calculated speech to gain desired effect. From Richard Sonnac, well. Certainly it’s emotionally effective on them both. But the man had long ago earned Sherlock’s trust, because he had yet to outright lie. Omit certain truths, perhaps, but in a world such as this it was necessary.

Sherlock meets the man’s eyes and nods, earning a greater smile. “I’ll let Gladstone know you’re coming, then.”