madimpossibledreamer: Jiraiya|Yosuke jumping and using a throwing star (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.

madimpossibledreamer: Jiraiya|Yosuke jumping and using a throwing star (creative)
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.”

Belonging

Jan. 8th, 2016 11:17 pm
madimpossibledreamer: Jiraiya|Yosuke jumping and using a throwing star (creative)
School's coming and I'm not ready.

Main Points:
BBC's Sherlock/The Secret World crossover.  TSW knowledge useful but isn't required.
Summary: Sherlock finds himself not alone for once in his life.
Word Count: 295
Rating: Gen

                Magic is a big draw.  So is the promise of answers.  In general, he mainly goes because he’s bored.

                What he doesn’t expect is that he’ll find a family.  He’s so used to not knowing what the word even means.  Before, it was a simple fact of relationship.  What he doesn’t expect is that the deducing thing doesn’t put them off.  The Dragons are utterly fascinated and are even somewhat worrisome in their excitement to see him.  Most think it’s a new form of magic, and when he tells them it’s real, it’s just logic, there’s a little disbelief but no anger.  Even when it’s something personal, the anger rarely makes an appearance (or, when it does, it’s the usual ‘stuck up Templars’ speech).

                Speaking of which, his lack of manners doesn’t seem to bother most people.  He can feign it, occasionally, when he really needs it.  Despite it all, the Templars seem to enjoy his bluntness, but then, they’re used to death, to the insanity.  It’s difficult enough dealing with all of the vampires, zombies, mothmen.

                They can deal with him.  From the very, very hidden signs, they’re even amused by him, and there’s no arguing with the fact that he gets results.

                And they’re not dull, like normal people.  They may have started ordinary people, but no one who would charge a draug with a sword in hand was dull.  And they understand that while compassion may be a tool in an arsenal, it’s not the only one.  Letting sentiment control one isn’t the way to save people.  The whole of mankind is more important than a single person.  They understand how far he must go; perhaps that’s where the Templars get the reputation.  They don’t have his brain, but he’s not alone.

Job Offer

Jan. 7th, 2016 11:40 pm
madimpossibledreamer: Jiraiya|Yosuke jumping and using a throwing star (creative)
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.

madimpossibledreamer: Jiraiya|Yosuke jumping and using a throwing star (the universe is unimportant)
Main Points:
BBC's Sherlock/The Secret World crossover.  TSW knowledge would help but isn't required.
Summary: This new world is exciting.
Word Count: 215
Rating: Gen

                It takes nearly five months.  They’re very good opponents, perhaps better than anyone he’s ever fought, and it’s brilliant.  Mycroft is worried, of course, but then, he’s an interfering busybody who’s not to be trusted very far.  A little testing has found the truth, though.  His brother doesn’t actually understand this, which just makes it better.  Finally, something that is his, entirely his.  Something Mycroft doesn’t actually know.

                There’s something wrong with her when he finds her.  There’s a blackness in her eyes, something inhuman in her voice even as she thanks him.  The others die.  A few recruits make it, make a run for it. 

                When he wakes, she’s there.  He died.  This time he’s sure, and it’s fascinating.  He doesn’t need to worry about that.  She’s suddenly normal, like something is gone.  Is possession possible?  Suddenly there’s so much to know, so much to learn.  The parents, her, they thank him, but he doesn’t even remember their names anymore, deleted.  After all, there’s so much more to know, now.  He needs all the room in his Mind Palace he can spare.

                His eyes burn with a fever.  He devours all the books he can find on the subject, tries to work his way through what’s real and what isn’t.  (Sadly, that’s not labeled.)


madimpossibledreamer: Jiraiya|Yosuke jumping and using a throwing star (bored)
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

 


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