Mistakes 1/2
anonymous
September 21 2010, 21:06:55 UTC
First time I've filled a prompt. Hope you like this.
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Britain had just as many mutants as their American cousins it was just that the British didn’t shout and alienate them. In fact they seemed to fit right into the reasonable accepting multi-national British Isles.
Many of them were snatched up by the government, courtesy of one Mycroft Holmes, and put to jobs that were fitting to their skill sets. While there wasn’t a school like there was in America there were support groups in all the major cities.
Occasionally a mutant would need more help. They wouldn’t be able to control it and the x-men stepped in but it was a rare occurrence.
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When the explosion went off Lestrade had expected to find the bodies of Sherlock and John. All sorts of things ran through his mind, all of them resulting with the pair being dead. What he found was nothing like he expected.
The entire swimming pool was destroyed. The roof was caving in and most of the walls were destroyed. It was a miracle any of the buildings structure survived. What he and those with him did not expect were the floating sections of masonry that were floating around the main pool area. It took him a few minutes to realise that at the centre of it all, floating just above the water were the two men he’d thought were dead.
John Watson appeared to be unconscious, slumped beneath the consulting detective. Sherlock was just about conscious. His pale eyes were staring at them unseeingly. He watched as they rolled back and everything dropped as both men started to sink into the water.
It didn’t hit him until he was on the way to the hospital. It looked like Sherlock Holmes with all his cleverness was a mutant. A telekinetic if the performance from before was anything to go by.
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They didn’t really need the hospital. They were both exhausted and not really injured but he’d wanted to make sure. This turned out to be a mistake. Especially when he forgot to mention that one of them had newly awakened mutant abilities.
Under normal situations he had watched all types of medical staff trying to get Sherlock to co-operate, often when he was in a much worse situation than he was now. They had been able to cope, mostly. This time did not go so well.
Every time something happened that irritated or distressed the sociopath things would start to float around the room. It didn’t help that being unconscious John could do nothing to calm him down. When a nurse had tried to separate him and John into different rooms she’d been picked up and deposited outside the doors.
The hospital staffs were less than pleased with this.
It wasn’t till a man with an umbrella, who claimed to be the detective’s brother, arrived and discharged them that everything seemed to calm down. As he watched to last scalpel clatter onto the floor he decided it would be best to avoid 221B Baker Street for a little while.
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The X-men arrived on the landing outside their flat four days later. Sherlock was bored and watching the odd item float around the flat so it fell to John to play the host.
When they mentioned that they’d identified a very strong uncontrolled telepath and telekinetic living in their flat, which they were sure was Sherlock, and that they wanted the man to go with them they were literally thrown out of the flat.
Sherlock raised an eyebrow at him but said nothing. Neither of them was going anywhere.
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The following day two of the party moved into the basement flat 221C. They came back up and introduced themselves as Storm and Shadow Cat, or Kitty. They had other names but those were the ones that stuck in John’s mind.
He later discovered as they were chased out of the flat by flying rather well aimed kitchen knives that they had been picked for their ability to survive. Storm for her knowledge of mutants and control of air. Kitty for her ability to let the knives pass right through her.
Despite their special skills it was another two days before they returned. Sherlock kept sending him bemused looks every time something started to float, which was often but he never asked about it. He just presumed the man was still experimenting with his new found abilities.
Re: Mistakes 2/2
anonymous
September 21 2010, 21:09:47 UTC
As they were running from a crime scene and chasing after a murderer, a rather stupid one who had felt the need to come back and look over his handy work, he noted that the two x-men were following them.
He felt rather annoyed and almost chuckled as the roof tiles beneath their feet started to raise. But he was around the corner and they were long behind before he could catch up to Sherlock, grinning his appreciating.
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He watched as red blossomed from Sherlock’s arm where the killer had shot him.
The world seemed to almost stop. He rushed forward, applying pressure on the wound. Trying to stop the blood. The killer chuckled and John felt cold.
His mind went blank. Not the kind of blank where you can’t see but a blank where everything suddenly makes sense. When you could do anything. All he could think about was how he wanted the killer to die.
He didn’t question where the compulsion came from as he raised his arm to be perpendicular to the man and then higher to drag him into the air. He just knew what would happen. They had all thought it was Sherlock with the abilities but they’d all been wrong, even him. He was the mutant in 221B Baker Street.
He could hear shouts surrounding them. Hands grasping Sherlock and pulling him to safety to be cared for. He didn’t turn away from the killer. They grasped hold of him. Pushing his arm down and trying to pin him to the ground.
They were trying to get him to release the man. It didn’t work. He didn’t need his arm it was just a convenience to channel his powers. All it took was a slight curl of his fingers into a fist and the man was gripping at his throat, trying to release the invisible force that was cutting off his airway.
The shouts were getting louder and yet they still seemed so distant. Something was swinging for his head and he didn’t really know what he did. It was like a push and he was free. He sat up watching the man’s face turn red as he struggled for air.
There were screams as people tried to approach him and were thrown back. He could only think of one thing, the death of the person who harmed Sherlock. The man’s eyes rolled back in his head as he lost consciousness. It wasn’t long now. Warm long arms surrounded him, pulling him against a chest. Words were whispered in his ear. “I’m okay John. It was superficial. I’m alright.” Repeated over and over. The killer was lowered to the ground as tears slid down his cheeks and he desperately grabbed at the detective.
No one died so the incident when unmentioned officially, although from then onwards a large number of the police force treated him and Sherlock with cautious respect.
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They agreed to travel and be trained by the x-men. It took only half an hour to convince the others that the Holmes trait of observation was a type of mutant ability.
They were there for a month before they declared that John had enough control to return to London. Personally he suspected this was mostly due to the terrifying combination of school children with mutant abilities and Sherlock with his experiments.
But as they walked back into the flat and got a cup of tea, John couldn’t find himself complaining.
Re: Mistakes 2/2acountrymouseSeptember 22 2010, 04:54:48 UTC
Lovely. That was wonderful. I loved that John didn't even know until the vary end, that he just assumed it was Sherlock like everyone else. Sherlock just smiling at him when things start flying, because of course HE knows that John's the mutant. Good work!
Re: Mistakes 2/2catgirlpoisonNovember 5 2010, 22:33:54 UTC
I thought it was wonderful. That John didn't know it was him, because everyone think he's to normal. Sherlock knowing the whole time, enjoying it and just waiting for it to come out.
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Britain had just as many mutants as their American cousins it was just that the British didn’t shout and alienate them. In fact they seemed to fit right into the reasonable accepting multi-national British Isles.
Many of them were snatched up by the government, courtesy of one Mycroft Holmes, and put to jobs that were fitting to their skill sets. While there wasn’t a school like there was in America there were support groups in all the major cities.
Occasionally a mutant would need more help. They wouldn’t be able to control it and the x-men stepped in but it was a rare occurrence.
---
When the explosion went off Lestrade had expected to find the bodies of Sherlock and John. All sorts of things ran through his mind, all of them resulting with the pair being dead. What he found was nothing like he expected.
The entire swimming pool was destroyed. The roof was caving in and most of the walls were destroyed. It was a miracle any of the buildings structure survived. What he and those with him did not expect were the floating sections of masonry that were floating around the main pool area. It took him a few minutes to realise that at the centre of it all, floating just above the water were the two men he’d thought were dead.
John Watson appeared to be unconscious, slumped beneath the consulting detective. Sherlock was just about conscious. His pale eyes were staring at them unseeingly. He watched as they rolled back and everything dropped as both men started to sink into the water.
It didn’t hit him until he was on the way to the hospital. It looked like Sherlock Holmes with all his cleverness was a mutant. A telekinetic if the performance from before was anything to go by.
---
They didn’t really need the hospital. They were both exhausted and not really injured but he’d wanted to make sure. This turned out to be a mistake. Especially when he forgot to mention that one of them had newly awakened mutant abilities.
Under normal situations he had watched all types of medical staff trying to get Sherlock to co-operate, often when he was in a much worse situation than he was now. They had been able to cope, mostly. This time did not go so well.
Every time something happened that irritated or distressed the sociopath things would start to float around the room. It didn’t help that being unconscious John could do nothing to calm him down. When a nurse had tried to separate him and John into different rooms she’d been picked up and deposited outside the doors.
The hospital staffs were less than pleased with this.
It wasn’t till a man with an umbrella, who claimed to be the detective’s brother, arrived and discharged them that everything seemed to calm down. As he watched to last scalpel clatter onto the floor he decided it would be best to avoid 221B Baker Street for a little while.
---
The X-men arrived on the landing outside their flat four days later. Sherlock was bored and watching the odd item float around the flat so it fell to John to play the host.
When they mentioned that they’d identified a very strong uncontrolled telepath and telekinetic living in their flat, which they were sure was Sherlock, and that they wanted the man to go with them they were literally thrown out of the flat.
Sherlock raised an eyebrow at him but said nothing. Neither of them was going anywhere.
---
The following day two of the party moved into the basement flat 221C. They came back up and introduced themselves as Storm and Shadow Cat, or Kitty. They had other names but those were the ones that stuck in John’s mind.
He later discovered as they were chased out of the flat by flying rather well aimed kitchen knives that they had been picked for their ability to survive. Storm for her knowledge of mutants and control of air. Kitty for her ability to let the knives pass right through her.
Despite their special skills it was another two days before they returned.
Sherlock kept sending him bemused looks every time something started to float, which was often but he never asked about it. He just presumed the man was still experimenting with his new found abilities.
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He felt rather annoyed and almost chuckled as the roof tiles beneath their feet started to raise. But he was around the corner and they were long behind before he could catch up to Sherlock, grinning his appreciating.
---
He watched as red blossomed from Sherlock’s arm where the killer had shot him.
The world seemed to almost stop. He rushed forward, applying pressure on the wound. Trying to stop the blood. The killer chuckled and John felt cold.
His mind went blank. Not the kind of blank where you can’t see but a blank where everything suddenly makes sense. When you could do anything. All he could think about was how he wanted the killer to die.
He didn’t question where the compulsion came from as he raised his arm to be perpendicular to the man and then higher to drag him into the air. He just knew what would happen. They had all thought it was Sherlock with the abilities but they’d all been wrong, even him. He was the mutant in 221B Baker Street.
He could hear shouts surrounding them. Hands grasping Sherlock and pulling him to safety to be cared for. He didn’t turn away from the killer. They grasped hold of him. Pushing his arm down and trying to pin him to the ground.
They were trying to get him to release the man. It didn’t work. He didn’t need his arm it was just a convenience to channel his powers. All it took was a slight curl of his fingers into a fist and the man was gripping at his throat, trying to release the invisible force that was cutting off his airway.
The shouts were getting louder and yet they still seemed so distant.
Something was swinging for his head and he didn’t really know what he did. It was like a push and he was free. He sat up watching the man’s face turn red as he struggled for air.
There were screams as people tried to approach him and were thrown back. He could only think of one thing, the death of the person who harmed Sherlock.
The man’s eyes rolled back in his head as he lost consciousness. It wasn’t long now.
Warm long arms surrounded him, pulling him against a chest. Words were whispered in his ear. “I’m okay John. It was superficial. I’m alright.” Repeated over and over. The killer was lowered to the ground as tears slid down his cheeks and he desperately grabbed at the detective.
No one died so the incident when unmentioned officially, although from then onwards a large number of the police force treated him and Sherlock with cautious respect.
---
They agreed to travel and be trained by the x-men. It took only half an hour to convince the others that the Holmes trait of observation was a type of mutant ability.
They were there for a month before they declared that John had enough control to return to London. Personally he suspected this was mostly due to the terrifying combination of school children with mutant abilities and Sherlock with his experiments.
But as they walked back into the flat and got a cup of tea, John couldn’t find himself complaining.
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