A Certain Ostentatious Mad Man 2/?
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November 28 2011, 03:16:37 UTC
He was 29 and Mycroft had already had a spot in the government and had long changed. He had been bathed in praises by his mother, father, and whatever relative.
While he was successful, Sherlock was not. At 21, Sherlock had dropped out of college, and year later he was now living in a crappy run-down flat, addicted who knows what drug. The whole family, including Mycroft, was worried about him. Mummy was heartbroken and he didn’t know how Father felt.
He had been using whatever free time he gained on his parents, because mummy had grown ill with worry.
One day when he was going to enter the house in which they had lived his whole life, out of nowhere a big blue police box had just materialized. He had never seen anything like this before, ever, so he was certainly shocked. But Mycroft had known that he had to keep a calm exterior.
A man, of all things, came out of the box. A man with a rectangular face, wearing a Stetson at that who didn’t look all that older than him.
“Oh hello!” The man said a smile on his face. “Do you know where I can find a Craig Owens?”
Mycroft raised a eyebrow. A man falling out of a box was asking for his father. That wasn’t at all odd.
“And who is asking.” Mycroft asked, pertly.
“Ah, sorry! I’m the Doctor, and you?” The Doctor said, extending his right hand that had suspicious green stuff coating it. The Doctor quickly retracted his hand, wiping it on his tweed jacket, before extending his left hand.
Mycroft accepted the clean hand and said, “Holmes,” because he wasn’t about to give his full name to a man who had used the name of the man from his childhood stories.
“Nice to meet you, Holmes,” The Doctor obviously did not care that Mycroft had only given his last name. “Now, do you know a Craig and Sophie Owens?”
“What are your intentions?”
The man looked a bit taken back. “I’m sorry; I’m just an old friend of theirs. I take it that you know them though?”
Mycroft stopped him from shaking his head. This was insane. The Doctor was not real…
Well… There were instants when he thought that that man did exist. And that was when Alien activity was involved - it was obvious that Aliens were real, what was the point of hiding it.
Mycroft walked to the house, fished out his key, opened the door, and called out “Mummy!”
His mother, as always, was quick to respond, even if ill. “Mycroft, what is it love?”
“You have a visitor.”
His mother’s face physically lit up the second her eyes landed on The Doctor who stood in the doorway.
“OH MY GOD! Doctor!” His mother basically yelled, launching herself at the man. The Doctor laughed and pat his mother on the back.
“Nice to see you Sophie! It’s been a long time!”
His mother agreed and pulled the man in.
“Craig isn’t in. He had a late night tonight.”
Mycroft was honestly shocked. He hadn’t seen this mother like this in a year, or so. It was so odd.
The Doctor turned to Mycroft.
“This must be Alfie then!”
Mycroft scrunched his nose, he hated the name Alfie. “Mycroft.”
“Ah, I see. Do you still go by Stormageddon?” -- (A/N: I'm sorry, but this is going to be longer than 2 chapters... Maybe 4... Not sure. And I'm going to have to be updating after school on Monday.)
While he was successful, Sherlock was not. At 21, Sherlock had dropped out of college, and year later he was now living in a crappy run-down flat, addicted who knows what drug. The whole family, including Mycroft, was worried about him. Mummy was heartbroken and he didn’t know how Father felt.
He had been using whatever free time he gained on his parents, because mummy had grown ill with worry.
One day when he was going to enter the house in which they had lived his whole life, out of nowhere a big blue police box had just materialized.
He had never seen anything like this before, ever, so he was certainly shocked. But Mycroft had known that he had to keep a calm exterior.
A man, of all things, came out of the box. A man with a rectangular face, wearing a Stetson at that who didn’t look all that older than him.
“Oh hello!” The man said a smile on his face. “Do you know where I can find a Craig Owens?”
Mycroft raised a eyebrow. A man falling out of a box was asking for his father. That wasn’t at all odd.
“And who is asking.” Mycroft asked, pertly.
“Ah, sorry! I’m the Doctor, and you?” The Doctor said, extending his right hand that had suspicious green stuff coating it. The Doctor quickly retracted his hand, wiping it on his tweed jacket, before extending his left hand.
Mycroft accepted the clean hand and said, “Holmes,” because he wasn’t about to give his full name to a man who had used the name of the man from his childhood stories.
“Nice to meet you, Holmes,” The Doctor obviously did not care that Mycroft had only given his last name. “Now, do you know a Craig and Sophie Owens?”
“What are your intentions?”
The man looked a bit taken back. “I’m sorry; I’m just an old friend of theirs. I take it that you know them though?”
Mycroft stopped him from shaking his head. This was insane. The Doctor was not real…
Well… There were instants when he thought that that man did exist. And that was when Alien activity was involved - it was obvious that Aliens were real, what was the point of hiding it.
Mycroft walked to the house, fished out his key, opened the door, and called out “Mummy!”
His mother, as always, was quick to respond, even if ill. “Mycroft, what is it love?”
“You have a visitor.”
His mother’s face physically lit up the second her eyes landed on The Doctor who stood in the doorway.
“OH MY GOD! Doctor!” His mother basically yelled, launching herself at the man. The Doctor laughed and pat his mother on the back.
“Nice to see you Sophie! It’s been a long time!”
His mother agreed and pulled the man in.
“Craig isn’t in. He had a late night tonight.”
Mycroft was honestly shocked. He hadn’t seen this mother like this in a year, or so. It was so odd.
The Doctor turned to Mycroft.
“This must be Alfie then!”
Mycroft scrunched his nose, he hated the name Alfie. “Mycroft.”
“Ah, I see. Do you still go by Stormageddon?”
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(A/N: I'm sorry, but this is going to be longer than 2 chapters... Maybe 4... Not sure. And I'm going to have to be updating after school on Monday.)
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I love it! I wonder if Mycroft remembers his first name-choice.
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