The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes at Camp Half-Blood
Title: The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes at Camp Half-Blood(Sherlock Holmes Percy Jackson AU)
Author: notoriginalname
Pairing: Holmes/Watson (gen)
Summary: Another random crossover. Why Dionysus hates the campers at Camp Half-Blood.
Dionysus was one of the most even-tempered gods. When he was sent to watch after the children at Camp Half-blood, he did his job with a smile. When Zeus banned all drinks stronger than cranberry juice, Dionysus had helped with the strawberry garden during the day and had thrown huge parties at dusk. Dionysus enjoyed the children and the camp. Then he met the demon child.
Sherlock Holmes was pale and scrawny and five. He had walked wide-eyed around the camp and trailed after Dionysus. Sherlock shied away from anyone who tried to engage him in conversation but Aphrodite’s daughters hadn’t been deterred and had instead declared him cute and a gaggle of them were always nearby to offer him candy and giggle. After a week the whole camp was enamored with the young half-blood until Sherlock had started talking.
One of the daughter’s of Athena had lost her favorite shield and had accused a boy who she had seen outside her window when she had discovered the shield missing. Sherlock had listened silently as the girl explained how she knew the boy stole the item. He had blinked, looked directly at her and explained why her hypothesis was flawed.
The rest of the camp had gathered around by this point and everyone had been shocked to hear Sherlock talk and even more stunned by what he said. Sherlock continued to say matter-of-factly where the girl had lost her shield and the girl had been mortified when her shield had been found exactly where Sherlock had said it would be. After this display of knowledge no one had any doubt that Sherlock was a son of Athena-he even had her grey eyes. The girl had not forgotten her embarrassment and Sherlock soon had many enemies.
Things only got worse for Sherlock when it became clear that he would make no efforts to be polite to others. He didn’t respond when people greeted him or when Athena’s other children had congratulated him. Even Dionysus’s temper was tested when Sherlock completely ignored the god in favor of examining a bird. The only person who didn’t seem to notice this change was Sherlock himself. He continued to carry on as he had before and even though most of the other campers were not fond of him, they went to him for help finding things.
Dionysus as a god never got used to Sherlock’s impudence and grew more and more annoyed. He would wake up in the morning covered in snakes because Sherlock had been performing an experiment. He would find that all his cards had been glued together because Sherlock had been testing a new glue. He had to deal with the Harpies’ complaints when Sherlock made a mess of the kitchens. He had to deal with the uproar when Sherlock had taken all the cups in the camp. He could no longer enjoy his parties because all the campers went to Sherlock’s cabin instead to eat the candy that Sherlock made out of what he found in the woods.
Dionysus had finally snapped when Sherlock had complained about the camp schedule. He had told Sherlock to redo it if he thought he could do better, and Sherlock had. The new schedule had been brilliant and Dionysus had been furious. Sherlock could not go into the strawberry fields without being strangled by the stems and instead of staying out of the irate god’s way, Sherlock had turned it into an experiment about gods and devoted his week to finding new ways of irritating Dionysus.
Dionysus had been ready to tear the camp apart when John Watson had arrived. Minutes after he had met Sherlock, John became inseparable from the other boy and the two set off on a quest. The whole camp was dumbfounded and Mr. D grumbled.
Mr. D hated not being able to drink anything stronger than cranberry juice almost as much as he hated the campers at Camp Half-blood.
Author: notoriginalname
Pairing: Holmes/Watson (gen)
Summary: Another random crossover. Why Dionysus hates the campers at Camp Half-Blood.
Dionysus was one of the most even-tempered gods. When he was sent to watch after the children at Camp Half-blood, he did his job with a smile. When Zeus banned all drinks stronger than cranberry juice, Dionysus had helped with the strawberry garden during the day and had thrown huge parties at dusk. Dionysus enjoyed the children and the camp. Then he met the demon child.
Sherlock Holmes was pale and scrawny and five. He had walked wide-eyed around the camp and trailed after Dionysus. Sherlock shied away from anyone who tried to engage him in conversation but Aphrodite’s daughters hadn’t been deterred and had instead declared him cute and a gaggle of them were always nearby to offer him candy and giggle. After a week the whole camp was enamored with the young half-blood until Sherlock had started talking.
One of the daughter’s of Athena had lost her favorite shield and had accused a boy who she had seen outside her window when she had discovered the shield missing. Sherlock had listened silently as the girl explained how she knew the boy stole the item. He had blinked, looked directly at her and explained why her hypothesis was flawed.
The rest of the camp had gathered around by this point and everyone had been shocked to hear Sherlock talk and even more stunned by what he said. Sherlock continued to say matter-of-factly where the girl had lost her shield and the girl had been mortified when her shield had been found exactly where Sherlock had said it would be. After this display of knowledge no one had any doubt that Sherlock was a son of Athena-he even had her grey eyes. The girl had not forgotten her embarrassment and Sherlock soon had many enemies.
Things only got worse for Sherlock when it became clear that he would make no efforts to be polite to others. He didn’t respond when people greeted him or when Athena’s other children had congratulated him. Even Dionysus’s temper was tested when Sherlock completely ignored the god in favor of examining a bird. The only person who didn’t seem to notice this change was Sherlock himself. He continued to carry on as he had before and even though most of the other campers were not fond of him, they went to him for help finding things.
Dionysus as a god never got used to Sherlock’s impudence and grew more and more annoyed. He would wake up in the morning covered in snakes because Sherlock had been performing an experiment. He would find that all his cards had been glued together because Sherlock had been testing a new glue. He had to deal with the Harpies’ complaints when Sherlock made a mess of the kitchens. He had to deal with the uproar when Sherlock had taken all the cups in the camp. He could no longer enjoy his parties because all the campers went to Sherlock’s cabin instead to eat the candy that Sherlock made out of what he found in the woods.
Dionysus had finally snapped when Sherlock had complained about the camp schedule. He had told Sherlock to redo it if he thought he could do better, and Sherlock had. The new schedule had been brilliant and Dionysus had been furious. Sherlock could not go into the strawberry fields without being strangled by the stems and instead of staying out of the irate god’s way, Sherlock had turned it into an experiment about gods and devoted his week to finding new ways of irritating Dionysus.
Dionysus had been ready to tear the camp apart when John Watson had arrived. Minutes after he had met Sherlock, John became inseparable from the other boy and the two set off on a quest. The whole camp was dumbfounded and Mr. D grumbled.
Mr. D hated not being able to drink anything stronger than cranberry juice almost as much as he hated the campers at Camp Half-blood.