they come and go as if they're someone else's days
Aaaand...it's done. 15,002 words written for au_bigbang entry numero dos. Two full size big bangs for the same challenge. I pray to God I don't do this again next year.
It took a lot of padding the finished story (which had been about 13K): extending conversations I'd just alluded to, adding more descriptions and actions, and expanding the ending to part 2 since I took 1K from there and added it to part 1. But it's done, and if my betas ever get back to me I'll send it off to get checked. I had to give Irene a slightly different motivation since Moriarty's comatose in my AU, but I think it worked well. And I hope, by the end, people might actually feel sorry for Mycroft.
Here's the snippet from part 6:
“I would like to know how you did it,” Mycroft said.
“Did what?” Sherlock asked, not looking up.
“Helped Irene Adler escape. She was spotted yesterday at her bank, withdrawing all her funds with a man who I have seen in photographs entering this home. We got into her home today and furniture is missing but no one saw movers.”
“I haven’t a clue how she did it, Mycroft,” he said.
“Was it the Doctor?” he asked mildly. A dropped pot could be heard in the kitchen and Sherlock looked up sharply. “I know the man with her was Jack Harkness, formerly of Torchwood 3. I know all about your precious Doctor, Sherlock. I know he has the means to make something like this happen.”
“How do you know?” Sherlock asked, his eyes narrowing.
“I have my hands in many government agencies. I know that UNIT has had dealings with him twice in the last few months, to take care of a threat called The Silence. I know he supposedly died while you were in America. I assume you were there when he died, the both of you. I know he faked his death because he’s been seen coming into this residence many times since April 22nd. I am not stupid, Sherlock. I keep tabs on you and those you associate with.”
Amy came out to join in the conversation more fully. “So what if he helped that woman escape? She’s probably on another planet or in another time period. You don’t need to worry about her anymore. He got you the pictures back, plus aany other blackmail she had. It’s done. Let it go.”
“It’s raised more questions, and people want answers. The Americans are after her. They want to know and they’re breathing down our necks.”
Now. After a break, I need to start my heroinebigbang fic. "The Great Game," here I come...
It took a lot of padding the finished story (which had been about 13K): extending conversations I'd just alluded to, adding more descriptions and actions, and expanding the ending to part 2 since I took 1K from there and added it to part 1. But it's done, and if my betas ever get back to me I'll send it off to get checked. I had to give Irene a slightly different motivation since Moriarty's comatose in my AU, but I think it worked well. And I hope, by the end, people might actually feel sorry for Mycroft.
Here's the snippet from part 6:
“I would like to know how you did it,” Mycroft said.
“Did what?” Sherlock asked, not looking up.
“Helped Irene Adler escape. She was spotted yesterday at her bank, withdrawing all her funds with a man who I have seen in photographs entering this home. We got into her home today and furniture is missing but no one saw movers.”
“I haven’t a clue how she did it, Mycroft,” he said.
“Was it the Doctor?” he asked mildly. A dropped pot could be heard in the kitchen and Sherlock looked up sharply. “I know the man with her was Jack Harkness, formerly of Torchwood 3. I know all about your precious Doctor, Sherlock. I know he has the means to make something like this happen.”
“How do you know?” Sherlock asked, his eyes narrowing.
“I have my hands in many government agencies. I know that UNIT has had dealings with him twice in the last few months, to take care of a threat called The Silence. I know he supposedly died while you were in America. I assume you were there when he died, the both of you. I know he faked his death because he’s been seen coming into this residence many times since April 22nd. I am not stupid, Sherlock. I keep tabs on you and those you associate with.”
Amy came out to join in the conversation more fully. “So what if he helped that woman escape? She’s probably on another planet or in another time period. You don’t need to worry about her anymore. He got you the pictures back, plus aany other blackmail she had. It’s done. Let it go.”
“It’s raised more questions, and people want answers. The Americans are after her. They want to know and they’re breathing down our necks.”
Now. After a break, I need to start my heroinebigbang fic. "The Great Game," here I come...