In Between (1/16)
Title: In Between (1/16)
Author: Greens (marcal_92)
Artist: sarlyne
Beta: sachtastic
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mycroft Holmes, Mrs. Hudson, Mary Morstan, Victor Trevor, Irene Adler, Jim Moriarty John/Mary, Sherlock/Victor
Warnings violence, character death a la Reichenbach
Summary: After Sherlock manages to get himself and John ejected from Harrods at Christmas, the boys make the acquaintance of Baker Street newcomer, Mary Morstan. At around the same time, a message from Jim Moriarty forces Sherlock to seek help from an ‘old friend’. As Mary and John grow closer, the question of who this ‘old friend’ may be rattles John’s brain. Just who was this man to Sherlock? How exactly was a man who Sherlock hadn’t been in contact with for years going to provide aid to the detective? And what sinister plan does Moriarty have up his sleeve this time? (AU starting during a Scandal in Belgravia)
Author Notes: Written forholmes_big_bang. This is the first time I’ve done a big bang and it’s by far the longest Sherlock fic I’ve ever written. I am in absolute love with this story and I hope you guys love it too. Make sure to check out sarlyne’s art, which is amazing! I also just want to say thanks to sachtastic who stuck with me through this process as my beta/brit-picker. I learned quite a bit. Comments=LOVE! I hope you enjoy this:)
Additional Author Note: In my head canon, Victor Trevor= Tom Hiddleston and Mary Morstan= Jessica Brown Findlay, so that's who I was
picturing while writing:)
Link to art master post: HERE
THE BLOG OF DR. JOHN H. WATSON
December 17
Christmas Shopping
So apparently Christmas shopping with Sherlock Holmes is much worse than a bad idea. We took the tube, (which in and of itself was a nightmare) to Harrods for a few last minute things. I usually do the majority of my Christmas shopping at the beginning of December, but I wanted to tie up a few things and thought that inviting Sherlock along would distract him from his boredom.
Well, aside from hearing that Christmas was a pointless and useless holiday invented by big business to bring in customers, Sherlock proceeded to go on about how Father Christmas was an invented part of this whole plan-- as we were passing The Christmas Grotto. In true Sherlock fashion, he managed to get nearly every child who was waiting to give Father Christmas their list to cry. Needless to say, we were asked to leave-- immediately.
So, I didn’t get anything I went out for and we were almost banned from Harrods for life, but at least one good thing came out of today. I did get to meet our new neighbor. (Read More)
“You’re impossible!” John admonished as he walked ahead of Sherlock down Baker Street. “They’re children!”
“And children should be lied to?” Sherlock justified. “Really, John. Talk some sense.”
“Talk sense? Me? You’ve probably scarred them for life.”
“Children are resilient,” Sherlock flipped up his collar and pulled his coat closed tightly against the harsh winter wind. “They will survive.”
John turned to face Sherlock, continuing to walk backwards. “Are you telling me that you didn’t believe in Father Christmas when you were a child?”
“No.”
“Never? Not once?”
“Mycroft once tried convincing me that he was real,” Sherlock said. “He dressed up in some ridiculous suit thinking that I would be fooled. It was quite comical really. Mycroft may have been rotund, but he certainly wasn’t jolly.”
John shook his head. “Impossible.” He spun on his heels to walk forward once again. No sooner had he faced forward, he felt his body collide with another.
John managed to keep his footing, but the young lady fell backward, her backside hitting the pavement.
“Dear God,” John gasped as he crouched down and extending his hands to the young woman, who took them to help herself up. “I am-so sorry.” He gently and slowly helped her to her feet. “Are you alright?”
The woman brushed herself off. “I seem to be in one piece.” She managed a laugh while attempting to push back her ruffled brown hair. “I should really pay more attention to where it is I’m going.”
“Oh no,” John shook his head. “It was my fault. Are you sure you’re OK?”
“Oh, just give her your number,” Sherlock called as he continued past them.
John shook his head. “I’m John Watson,” he said, “And my rude companion is Sherlock Holmes. We live just down the road. 221B.”
“Mary.” She extended her hand. “Mary Morstan.” John shook. “Your friend,” she continued. “Is he always so disagreeable?”
John laughed. “Often.” He paused. “This flat, it’s been up for rent for months. It’s nice to see somebody finally moving in.”
“I was assured that the neighbourhood was nice,” Mary said. “The neighbours I met were friendly.” She shot a look in Sherlock’s direction.
“He’s really not so bad once you get to know him,” John defended. “Are you all moved in?”
“I’m still waiting on a few more things.”
“If you need any help, we’re just down the road.”
“221B,” she smiled.
“Right,” John smiled back.
“Well it was nice to meet you, John,” Mary said. “And your rude friend.”
“Maybe we’ll see each other about.”
“I don’t doubt that we will.”
“Well, bye.”
“Bye,” she smiled. “Good bye, Mr. Holmes,” Mary called to Sherlock, who dipped his head to her.
John stood back as Mary skipped up the front steps and into her flat. He took a few steps towards Sherlock and they both started down the street again.
John shook his head in disgust. “This is exactly what I’m talking about.”
“And what’s that?” Sherlock asked.
“You. If you weren’t so rude, sometimes, you might have more friends.”
“Friends,” Sherlock laughed. “They just get in the way, John. I am perfectly comfortable with the way things are. Besides, it seems that while you were flirting with the young lady…”
“Mary,” John interrupted. “And I wasn’t flirting.”
“While you were flirting with her, it seems you have forgotten that you have a ‘date’ this evening with-oh, what was her name again?”
“Jeanette,” John reminded him. “I haven’t forgotten, and I wasn’t flirting. I was being friendly. Really, Sherlock, you need to try it some time. It’s not that hard and less people would think that you’re just an arrogant berk.”
John inserted his key into the door at 221B Baker Street. The truth was, he had forgotten about his date with Jeanette. He knew now, however, that he needed to hurry if he wanted to be ready in time. Jeanette despised Sherlock Holmes and if John made her wait, he was sure that she would blame the whole thing on Sherlock, which in turn would cause another fight. John didn’t need another fight, not with Jeanette and not because of something Sherlock did, or in this case didn’t do.
“Oh and John,” Sherlock called as John closed himself in his bedroom. “You should know by now that you’re a terrible liar.”
Chapter Two
Author: Greens (marcal_92)
Artist: sarlyne
Beta: sachtastic
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mycroft Holmes, Mrs. Hudson, Mary Morstan, Victor Trevor, Irene Adler, Jim Moriarty John/Mary, Sherlock/Victor
Warnings violence, character death a la Reichenbach
Summary: After Sherlock manages to get himself and John ejected from Harrods at Christmas, the boys make the acquaintance of Baker Street newcomer, Mary Morstan. At around the same time, a message from Jim Moriarty forces Sherlock to seek help from an ‘old friend’. As Mary and John grow closer, the question of who this ‘old friend’ may be rattles John’s brain. Just who was this man to Sherlock? How exactly was a man who Sherlock hadn’t been in contact with for years going to provide aid to the detective? And what sinister plan does Moriarty have up his sleeve this time? (AU starting during a Scandal in Belgravia)
Author Notes: Written forholmes_big_bang. This is the first time I’ve done a big bang and it’s by far the longest Sherlock fic I’ve ever written. I am in absolute love with this story and I hope you guys love it too. Make sure to check out sarlyne’s art, which is amazing! I also just want to say thanks to sachtastic who stuck with me through this process as my beta/brit-picker. I learned quite a bit. Comments=LOVE! I hope you enjoy this:)
Additional Author Note: In my head canon, Victor Trevor= Tom Hiddleston and Mary Morstan= Jessica Brown Findlay, so that's who I was
picturing while writing:)
Link to art master post: HERE
THE BLOG OF DR. JOHN H. WATSON
December 17
Christmas Shopping
So apparently Christmas shopping with Sherlock Holmes is much worse than a bad idea. We took the tube, (which in and of itself was a nightmare) to Harrods for a few last minute things. I usually do the majority of my Christmas shopping at the beginning of December, but I wanted to tie up a few things and thought that inviting Sherlock along would distract him from his boredom.
Well, aside from hearing that Christmas was a pointless and useless holiday invented by big business to bring in customers, Sherlock proceeded to go on about how Father Christmas was an invented part of this whole plan-- as we were passing The Christmas Grotto. In true Sherlock fashion, he managed to get nearly every child who was waiting to give Father Christmas their list to cry. Needless to say, we were asked to leave-- immediately.
So, I didn’t get anything I went out for and we were almost banned from Harrods for life, but at least one good thing came out of today. I did get to meet our new neighbor. (Read More)
“You’re impossible!” John admonished as he walked ahead of Sherlock down Baker Street. “They’re children!”
“And children should be lied to?” Sherlock justified. “Really, John. Talk some sense.”
“Talk sense? Me? You’ve probably scarred them for life.”
“Children are resilient,” Sherlock flipped up his collar and pulled his coat closed tightly against the harsh winter wind. “They will survive.”
John turned to face Sherlock, continuing to walk backwards. “Are you telling me that you didn’t believe in Father Christmas when you were a child?”
“No.”
“Never? Not once?”
“Mycroft once tried convincing me that he was real,” Sherlock said. “He dressed up in some ridiculous suit thinking that I would be fooled. It was quite comical really. Mycroft may have been rotund, but he certainly wasn’t jolly.”
John shook his head. “Impossible.” He spun on his heels to walk forward once again. No sooner had he faced forward, he felt his body collide with another.
John managed to keep his footing, but the young lady fell backward, her backside hitting the pavement.
“Dear God,” John gasped as he crouched down and extending his hands to the young woman, who took them to help herself up. “I am-so sorry.” He gently and slowly helped her to her feet. “Are you alright?”
The woman brushed herself off. “I seem to be in one piece.” She managed a laugh while attempting to push back her ruffled brown hair. “I should really pay more attention to where it is I’m going.”
“Oh no,” John shook his head. “It was my fault. Are you sure you’re OK?”
“Oh, just give her your number,” Sherlock called as he continued past them.
John shook his head. “I’m John Watson,” he said, “And my rude companion is Sherlock Holmes. We live just down the road. 221B.”
“Mary.” She extended her hand. “Mary Morstan.” John shook. “Your friend,” she continued. “Is he always so disagreeable?”
John laughed. “Often.” He paused. “This flat, it’s been up for rent for months. It’s nice to see somebody finally moving in.”
“I was assured that the neighbourhood was nice,” Mary said. “The neighbours I met were friendly.” She shot a look in Sherlock’s direction.
“He’s really not so bad once you get to know him,” John defended. “Are you all moved in?”
“I’m still waiting on a few more things.”
“If you need any help, we’re just down the road.”
“221B,” she smiled.
“Right,” John smiled back.
“Well it was nice to meet you, John,” Mary said. “And your rude friend.”
“Maybe we’ll see each other about.”
“I don’t doubt that we will.”
“Well, bye.”
“Bye,” she smiled. “Good bye, Mr. Holmes,” Mary called to Sherlock, who dipped his head to her.
John stood back as Mary skipped up the front steps and into her flat. He took a few steps towards Sherlock and they both started down the street again.
John shook his head in disgust. “This is exactly what I’m talking about.”
“And what’s that?” Sherlock asked.
“You. If you weren’t so rude, sometimes, you might have more friends.”
“Friends,” Sherlock laughed. “They just get in the way, John. I am perfectly comfortable with the way things are. Besides, it seems that while you were flirting with the young lady…”
“Mary,” John interrupted. “And I wasn’t flirting.”
“While you were flirting with her, it seems you have forgotten that you have a ‘date’ this evening with-oh, what was her name again?”
“Jeanette,” John reminded him. “I haven’t forgotten, and I wasn’t flirting. I was being friendly. Really, Sherlock, you need to try it some time. It’s not that hard and less people would think that you’re just an arrogant berk.”
John inserted his key into the door at 221B Baker Street. The truth was, he had forgotten about his date with Jeanette. He knew now, however, that he needed to hurry if he wanted to be ready in time. Jeanette despised Sherlock Holmes and if John made her wait, he was sure that she would blame the whole thing on Sherlock, which in turn would cause another fight. John didn’t need another fight, not with Jeanette and not because of something Sherlock did, or in this case didn’t do.
“Oh and John,” Sherlock called as John closed himself in his bedroom. “You should know by now that you’re a terrible liar.”
Chapter Two