madimpossibledreamer

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.

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.

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?”

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.”

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.

Main Points:
BBC's Sherlock/The Secret World crossover.  TSW knowledge would help but isn't required.
Summary: Sherlock discovers the Secret World.
Word Count: 600
Rating: Gen