FIC: Dance in the Dark - Chapter 1/?
Title: Dance in the Dark - Chapter 1/?
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Disclaimer: Sherlock BBC belongs to a bunch of people that are not me. Holmes and Co. were created by ACD, who is not me. Got it? Ownership= NOT ME!
Summary: John gets a job that may or may not have caused psychotic breaks in others. After meeting pop idol Sherlock Holmes, he can sort of see why.
Notes: For a prompt at the Sherlock BBC Kink Meme:
"Sherlock is Lady fucking Gaga. I mean, not literally (what a twist that would be!) but he's a crazy, aloof, avantgarde pop diva who wears bizarre get ups - many of which involve really big coats - and when he's not putting coke cans in his hair for science he also happens to fight crime.
John is the ex-army doctor who decided to have a complete career change and pursue his interests in writing by turning to showbiz journalism (perhaps Harry has Connections.) His latest assignment is, of course, to follow this cray cray pop star/detective around for an indepth editorial."
THE PERSONAL BLOG OF
Dr. John H. Watson
26th January
Therapy
Today was the last day of physical therapy. Michael has passed on all of his knowledge and it's up to me to carry on. I've gained a lot of movement in left arm, and am walking without the cane (although according to Michael that is more Ella's work than his). The best part was the typing therapy, which has stopped the hand tremors, and had the added benefit of me learning how to actually type!
I had forgotten how much I love to write.
Off to visit Harry at her office today. She might have found me a job!
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Congratulations, John. If anyone should take credit for the progress with the limp, it should be you.
E Thompson 26 January 10:48
Call me when you get close, I'll meet you at reception.
Harry Watson 26 January 11:15
Here's to you, mate! I knew you were a survivor the moment I met you.
Didn't you say your sister works for Gladstone? Don't tell me your getting a job with the most famous music magazine in the world, Dr. Watson!
Bill Murray 26 January 11:27
Nothing's set in stone yet. Just thought it might be the right time to pursue something that's always interested me. Change can be...good.
John Watson 26 January 11:36
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“...and this is the tea room. The good biscuits are in the ugly orange tin, don't be deceived. I think that's everything!” Harry exclaimed, giving John a big grin. “What do you think?”
John, who had been silent throughout most of the tour, gave a startled laugh.
“What do I think? It's fantastic! I could be cleaning the loos, and I'd be content,” he admitted.
“I assure you, you'll be writing. In fact, I've got your first assignment all lined up.”
“Really?” John asked, looking surprised.
“Why don't we step into my office?” Harry suggested.
John was glad that Harry was in a high enough position to warrant her own office, so that when he shouted three minutes after Harry shut the door, the sound didn't travel far.
“You're pulling my leg,” he accused, pointing an angry finger at his sister. “I thought you had a serious job offer.”
“This is a serious offer,” Harry shot back, heatedly.
“Sherlock is the most famous performer in the world. I couldn't go a day without hearing one of his songs in Afghanistan. And you want me to believe that I, a completely untested journalist, am getting the honor of interviewing him?”
Harry sighed, and rubbed her eyes. “Yes. The short of it? Everyone else had declined the assignment.”
John gave her a disbelieving look.
“I'm not lying! I sent Peterson, who has traveled the world and interviewed dozens of celebrities, and he spent an hour with Sherlock and then quit. He left to have a quiet mental breakdown in the country, and hasn't written since.
“But, John, you are a fighter. You won't let some poncy pop star walk all over you. I know that you can do this. He hasn't been interviewed by a magazine or newspaper yet, and if you get the story it will be everywhere. You'll be a big name journalist.”
She slid a folded paper across the desk, and John opened it.
“What is this, his income?” John asked, confused.
Harry scoffed. “Maybe from one of his shows, though it's still undoubtedly higher. No, John, that's your pay if you complete the job.”
John decided that being terrorized by an international celebrity would be worth it, and accepted the assignment.
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THE BAY TIMES
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REVIEW, PHOTOS: Sherlock's sold out concert is a mess of contradictions and alien weirdness
By: Steven Dykstra | The Bay Times
(cont.)
His innate talent and training, however, seemed to play second fiddle (literally) in a performance overwhelmed by heavy sexual overtones, Broadway-style theater and staging, Hollywood-esque hyper glamour and, well, weirdness.
It is surprising to those who know of his history. He has classical training with the violin and piano, not to mention Sherlock's actually a talented singer - demonstrated at the concert during his eight minute rendition of “The Empty House” in which he crooned away without the aid of any musical instruments. I have no doubt he could have kept the crowd enthralled the entire night with just the aid of his violin.
He didn't do that, of course. The concert was more of a raunchy circus than a showcase of talent.
He's become a manifestation of power and voice for women (oddly enough), gays (no surprise there), proponents of self-expression. His fans, who call themselves “The Irregulars”, even go as far as dressing like him. In fact, the stadium was full of barely legal fans who looked ready for their turn at the pole of a club.
If this is pop culture today, I want Madonna back. At least she had some class.
** (2/5 Stars)
Sherlock wraps up his US tour this week in New York, and is heading back to London for a brief respite before starting the first leg in his tour throughout Asia.
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wrldsbestmommy
January 12, 2011 at 07:02AM
Thank God he's gone. I was appalled that they let such a depraved act into the city. Can we get some singers with good lyrics and are actually sane?
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tigersarechamps
January 12, 2011 at 7:47AM
Sherlock? How about “Sher-suck”? I would waste a penny on tickets, cannot believe 10,000 people would spend $40 or more to see that ass.
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madteaarmy
January 12, 2011 at 8:15AM
Wow. You would think that Mr. Dykstra had prepared himself for a recital at St. Cecilia the way he bashes the "profane interludes" etc. It's Sherlock! Come on! Interesting how home town performers (like you-know-who) seem to get such a pass when their lyrics and histories are frequently as controversial and as "profane" as Sherlock's.
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onebigfan
January 12, 2011 at 8:43AM
Very typical conservative commentary. madteaarmy nailed it. It's Sherlock, this isn't his first public concert and his whole schtick/hook is being outrageous. It reads as if the reviewer went to a strip club he'd be offended by the nudity.
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Anonymous
January 12, 2011 at 9:00AM
Funny you should mention depravity and the profane, Mr. Dykstra.
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onebigfan
January 12, 2011 at 01:12PM
When I click the links, it says the page is down. What was there?
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madteaarmy
January 12, 2011 at 2:09PM
Dude, turn on the television. It was pictures linking him to an underage prostitution ring.
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onebigfan
January 12, 2011 at 02:12PM
Well, shit. The irony is criminal.
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***
John had spent the night pulling up all the information he could on Sherlock. His mother was classically trained in several instruments, and had played with different orchestras across the globe during Sherlock's childhood. She never married, and there was no information on who had fathered Sherlock or his brother, Mycroft. The only thing he could find was outrageous speculation from The Sun that everyone from Simon Cowell to Elton John could be his father.
Even the bare bones of Sherlock's past were hard to find. Sherlock did not do interviews, and the majority of new articles focused on his outrageous outfits and his spectacular concerts. The last thing John remembered before falling asleep over his laptop was a picture Sherlock decked out in a coat made of meat, of all things, while animal rights activists went crazy.
John woke up to that same picture the next morning, and it took him a few moments of bewilderment before he realized he was late for the press conference he was supposed to attend.
When he finally arrived, dressed in his only suit and his press badge in clear view, he could see journalists already filing out of the building.
“It's over, then?” He asked one journalists that passed him. The man eyed John's press badge and then smiled wryly.
“It's still going on, but it's gone downhill in there. But, God, he's still entertaining when he's being a brat,” the man laughed before walking away.
Left with that ominous statement, John made his way past security and into the conference room. The first thing he noticed was that the entire audience was staring at their phones and making indignant faces. The next was Sherlock, who was seated at the front of the room at a long table, was wearing what could be considered a tame outfit for him, just floor-length white coat, a white feathered wig and a silk sleeping mask.
There was a beautiful woman sitting next to him. “One last question,” she stated without taking her eyes off her blackberry.
A skinny young man popped up near the front of the room. “Harold Timmer, WalesOnline. What do you say to the rumors that you've been seeing Prince Harry?”
Sherlock didn't react. A few moments later, the reporter's phone beeped and he opened it.
“All it says is 'you're a moron',” he complained.
Sherlock's lips quirked slightly.
The next second everyone's phones started beeping, including John's. He glanced at the screen and saw 'you are all so boring' had been sent from an unknown number. When he looked back up, Sherlock and his assistant were up and walking into the next room.
John quickly pushed his way through the grumbling journalists to the front. He eventually caught up to Sherlock's entourage minutes later, only to be blocked by two security guards.
“John Watson,” He called out to Sherlock's retreating back, “Gladstone Magazine! I was to meet you after the press conference to arrange for the interview session.”
Sherlock stopped. His assistant looked up, finally, and considered John for a moment. Then she waved the guards away and motioned John forward. Sherlock turned towards him, but it was hard to gauge where he was looking, as the sleep mask blocked most of his upper face. In fact, John was impressed that he was navigating the hallways so easily, since it was unlikely that he could see at all.
John's phone beeped, and he hesitantly checked it.
'Iraq or Afghanistan?' it asked.
John gaped, flabbergasted. Sherlock's mouth was pulled up in a mocking smirk. John narrowed his eyes. He would not fall for mind games so easily.
“I'll answer only if you tell me why you thought a coat made out of steaks was a good idea,” John responded coolly.
Sherlock was frowning petulantly, but his assistant was laughing.
“We did try to talk him out of it, but he was in a mood. Doesn't listen to reason sometimes,” she said.
His phone beeped again, interrupting him before he could respond.
'221 Baker St tomorrow, 8:00. Wear normal clothing, you look ridiculous.'
When John looked up, Sherlock was already walking away.