FILLED 4/?
anonymous
September 19 2010, 03:55:46 UTC
There are people watching them in the lobby. If Martin hadn't been listening to Sherlock tell John what to look for he wouldn't have noticed, but sure enough there were unmistakable signs of people watching for them.
"We'd like to check in please." John said easily, "Room for 2, booked under the name Dr. John Watson."
"Ah yes," the woman behind the counter said kindly, "Non-smoking room, one king sized bed?"
"That's the one."
Martin watched John finish signing the things that needed to be signed all the while trying very hard to look like his name was Sherlock Holmes.
"Room 1138" the woman told them, "The elevator is to your left. Have a good evening gentlemen."
"Come on Sherlock," John said a tad louder than he needed to.
Martin followed him.
*****
The room was bright and clean and John wasted no time in sitting down at the desk and firing up his laptop. Martin stood uneasily by the door, wondering what he should do now. John alternated between googling frantically and checking his watch. Martin checked his own watch. It'd been just over 40 minutes since they had left real Sherlock Holmes.
*****
"Hungry?" John asked, not looking up from his laptop.
"What?"
"What do you want to eat?" John flicked through the brochures lined up neatly on the desk and tossed the room service menu on to the bed, "Order whatever you want. And see if you can get me a burger or something. That plane food is-"
"Awful. Yeah, I know."
John turned, as if suddenly realizing they hadn't really met, "I'm John by the way."
"Martin."
"Thanks for doing this," John seemed to recognize how insincere that sounded, "Sorry, it's just. This wasn't the plan. I do appreciate you helping out. I do."
"It's no problem."
"I hope it isn't…" John muttered as he checked his watch again, "There were people in the lobby waiting for us. Did you see them?"
"Yeah. What exactly do you two do anyways?" Martin asked. Given that he was pretending to be one of them he felt he had the right to know.
"I'm a doctor. Sherlock's a consulting detective."
"…And together you solve crimes? Like Batman and Robin?"
"Basically."
*****
"I wonder what Martin is doing right now!" Arthur wondered aloud, "I bet he's fighting bad guys or wearing a tuxedo or or OR driving a speed boat down an elevator shaft!"
*****
"This burger is DELICIOUS!" Martin exclaimed.
"It is yeah."
John checked his watch.
*****
"Is there something I should do?" Martin asked as the three hour mark came and went and John's texting seemed to increase in pace exponentially.
"No," John said, "There's nothing you can do."
*****
At 45 minutes past the deadline John pulled on his coat. "Listen, if we don't show up at the plane tomorrow at 9am as planned, call this number and tell him the message. Do you understand?"
Martin looked at the note and read aloud, "Your diet is a colossal failure."
"Yes."
"That's it?"
"Yes."
"You're going then?"
"Going to find him yeah."
"Will you be back?"
"Hope so. Stay here. Do not leave the room until you are picked up tomorrow morning as planned. Do not answer the phone. Can you do that? Please? It's very important."
"Yeah of course."
"Good."
John left. Martin locked and dead-bolted the door behind him.
FILLED 5/6
anonymous
September 19 2010, 04:01:02 UTC
"And he just disappeared?!" Arthur asked again.
"No. He didn't just disappear. He walked out the door like a normal human being."
"Wow! This is so exciting! What did he say before he left?"
"I already told you."
"Tell me again!"
"Yes," Douglas said cooly, "Do tell him again."
"He said that he was going to find Sherlock Holmes and that if he wasn't back at the plane at 9am I had to call and give someone a secret message."
"A secret message!" Arthur gasped.
"You'd think the excitement would have worn off by the third telling," Douglas observed.
"Do you think they're okay?" Martin asked.
"Hard to say really. And it's already half past eight."
"Do you think I should do something? Should I have called the police? Or the secret service? Should I-"
"Martin, Dr. Watson told you exactly what to do, remember?"
"But what if they're dead or lost or what if they're okay but they're stuck in traffic so I call and give the message and accidentally start a war for no reason!"
"I don't think we have to worry about you causing the apocalypse today."
"Why not? This is serious Douglas! Two men are missing!"
"THEY'RE BAAAAAAAAAAAAACK" Arthur shrieked as he sprinted from the cockpit.
Douglas smiled. "Evidently they're not missing anymore."
*****
Sure enough two men were approaching the plane. Sherlock had a cut above his left eye. There were blood stains on the collar of his shirt where the blood had dripped down on to it. John's knuckles were swollen and red, and his clothes showed obvious signs of struggle. Arthur nearly passed out when he got close enough to properly greet them.
"Good to see you back gentlemen," Carolyn welcomed them into the passenger cabin, "Martin told us all about you running off to rescue Mr. Holmes."
Sherlock eyed John, "Rescue?"
"I didn't say that," John said quickly.
"Good."
"That's what it was though."
"No it-"
"You were blindfolded and tied to chair-"
"Which, as you know perfectly well, I am more than capable of escaping from."
"Yeah, you were doing a whole lot of escaping when I showed up. What was your plan? Bleed at them?"
"No. Obviously I was waiting for you to show up, loudly declare your intention to rescue me and then be knocked unconscious."
John frowned, "I came to quick enough. And without me you would never have-"
"Found the toenail clippers," Sherlock smiled at him, "I know John."
*****
"Do you think they really flew hundreds of miles to find a pair of toenail clippers?" Martin asked after takeoff.
"It seems that way."
"Could be a code. They seem the type."
"They also seem the type to fly hundreds of miles to get kidnapped and find toenail clippers."
Martin thought about it, "They do, don't they?"
"What's with your wistful tone? You don't usually sound that way unless you're talking about your really good landing."
"You meant "landings"."
"Actually, I didn't."
Martin sighed.
"Why the long face? You just had an adventure! There were secret identities and doppelgangers and a rescue mission and a surprise twist!"
"I didn't though."
"What?"
"I didn't have an adventure Douglas. I sat in a hotel room with a man who then ran out to rescue his-" he hesitated, unsure what word would best describe the curious affection between Dr. John Watson and Sherlock Holmes, "…Batman. I didn't do anything except order room service and watch a man check his watch."
"Still far more exciting than a normal overnight trip!"
"I guess."
"You're jealous of him!" Douglas exclaimed.
"No I'm not."
"But you are! You could dye your hair black you know. I wouldn't tease you about it for more than a year or two…"
"It's not that."
"Then what is it?"
"He's so…confident," Martin blurt out, "And him and Dr. Watson are so…"
"I didn't know short blond doctors were your type."
"No!" Martin exclaimed, "It's not like that!"
"Isn't it?"
"No one would bother to rescue me," he snapped, angry at himself for caring so much, "Okay?"
"Arthur would."
"Arthur failed to "rescue" a DVD from the dvd player last week!"
FILLED 6/6
anonymous
September 19 2010, 04:02:38 UTC
The remainder of the flight was uneventful, unless you count Carolyn threatening to drop Sherlock's phone into John's cup of tea and Arthur trying to brainstorm exciting titles for John's next blog entry, which all parties involved agreed they'd rather forget.
*****
"Thanks again," John said sincerely as he shook Martin's hand as he was about to exit the plane.
"You're welcome."
John studied him for a moment before following Sherlock down the steps. Sherlock would be able to tell him Martin's life story on the taxi ride home anyways.
*****
"You know, I've had time to consider it," Douglas told Martin as they exited the plane, "I think I would rescue you… on one condition."
Re: FILLED 6/6quamquam20September 20 2010, 04:53:02 UTC
Oh lord, I have filled my own prompt before. I just figure... nobody knows what you want as well as you do. And it's not like other people can't fill it as well.
If you're willing to de-anon, you should totally post this to cabin_pressure because it's AMAZING.
Re: FILLED 6/6enigelSeptember 22 2010, 19:40:55 UTC
Ahahaha, poor poor Martin, it sort of makes me want to sort of rescue him. *g* And John, being the nice guy as usual. Hilarious, just like an episode! Have you de-annoned anywhere, dear writer, so I can bookmark it properly in one place?
Re: FILLED 6/6solara_karrdeOctober 19 2010, 00:10:11 UTC
Hello! I'm a bit behind, just catching up on reading...this was AWESOME! I could hear every single character clearly. And I was LOL-ing most of the time. Thanks for writing this!
"We'd like to check in please." John said easily, "Room for 2, booked under the name Dr. John Watson."
"Ah yes," the woman behind the counter said kindly, "Non-smoking room, one king sized bed?"
"That's the one."
Martin watched John finish signing the things that needed to be signed all the while trying very hard to look like his name was Sherlock Holmes.
"Room 1138" the woman told them, "The elevator is to your left. Have a good evening gentlemen."
"Come on Sherlock," John said a tad louder than he needed to.
Martin followed him.
*****
The room was bright and clean and John wasted no time in sitting down at the desk and firing up his laptop. Martin stood uneasily by the door, wondering what he should do now. John alternated between googling frantically and checking his watch. Martin checked his own watch. It'd been just over 40 minutes since they had left real Sherlock Holmes.
*****
"Hungry?" John asked, not looking up from his laptop.
"What?"
"What do you want to eat?" John flicked through the brochures lined up neatly on the desk and tossed the room service menu on to the bed, "Order whatever you want. And see if you can get me a burger or something. That plane food is-"
"Awful. Yeah, I know."
John turned, as if suddenly realizing they hadn't really met, "I'm John by the way."
"Martin."
"Thanks for doing this," John seemed to recognize how insincere that sounded, "Sorry, it's just. This wasn't the plan. I do appreciate you helping out. I do."
"It's no problem."
"I hope it isn't…" John muttered as he checked his watch again, "There were people in the lobby waiting for us. Did you see them?"
"Yeah. What exactly do you two do anyways?" Martin asked. Given that he was pretending to be one of them he felt he had the right to know.
"I'm a doctor. Sherlock's a consulting detective."
"…And together you solve crimes? Like Batman and Robin?"
"Basically."
*****
"I wonder what Martin is doing right now!" Arthur wondered aloud, "I bet he's fighting bad guys or wearing a tuxedo or or OR driving a speed boat down an elevator shaft!"
*****
"This burger is DELICIOUS!" Martin exclaimed.
"It is yeah."
John checked his watch.
*****
"Is there something I should do?" Martin asked as the three hour mark came and went and John's texting seemed to increase in pace exponentially.
"No," John said, "There's nothing you can do."
*****
At 45 minutes past the deadline John pulled on his coat. "Listen, if we don't show up at the plane tomorrow at 9am as planned, call this number and tell him the message. Do you understand?"
Martin looked at the note and read aloud, "Your diet is a colossal failure."
"Yes."
"That's it?"
"Yes."
"You're going then?"
"Going to find him yeah."
"Will you be back?"
"Hope so. Stay here. Do not leave the room until you are picked up tomorrow morning as planned. Do not answer the phone. Can you do that? Please? It's very important."
"Yeah of course."
"Good."
John left. Martin locked and dead-bolted the door behind him.
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"No. He didn't just disappear. He walked out the door like a normal human being."
"Wow! This is so exciting! What did he say before he left?"
"I already told you."
"Tell me again!"
"Yes," Douglas said cooly, "Do tell him again."
"He said that he was going to find Sherlock Holmes and that if he wasn't back at the plane at 9am I had to call and give someone a secret message."
"A secret message!" Arthur gasped.
"You'd think the excitement would have worn off by the third telling," Douglas observed.
"Do you think they're okay?" Martin asked.
"Hard to say really. And it's already half past eight."
"Do you think I should do something? Should I have called the police? Or the secret service? Should I-"
"Martin, Dr. Watson told you exactly what to do, remember?"
"But what if they're dead or lost or what if they're okay but they're stuck in traffic so I call and give the message and accidentally start a war for no reason!"
"I don't think we have to worry about you causing the apocalypse today."
"Why not? This is serious Douglas! Two men are missing!"
"THEY'RE BAAAAAAAAAAAAACK" Arthur shrieked as he sprinted from the cockpit.
Douglas smiled. "Evidently they're not missing anymore."
*****
Sure enough two men were approaching the plane. Sherlock had a cut above his left eye. There were blood stains on the collar of his shirt where the blood had dripped down on to it. John's knuckles were swollen and red, and his clothes showed obvious signs of struggle. Arthur nearly passed out when he got close enough to properly greet them.
"Good to see you back gentlemen," Carolyn welcomed them into the passenger cabin, "Martin told us all about you running off to rescue Mr. Holmes."
Sherlock eyed John, "Rescue?"
"I didn't say that," John said quickly.
"Good."
"That's what it was though."
"No it-"
"You were blindfolded and tied to chair-"
"Which, as you know perfectly well, I am more than capable of escaping from."
"Yeah, you were doing a whole lot of escaping when I showed up. What was your plan? Bleed at them?"
"No. Obviously I was waiting for you to show up, loudly declare your intention to rescue me and then be knocked unconscious."
John frowned, "I came to quick enough. And without me you would never have-"
"Found the toenail clippers," Sherlock smiled at him, "I know John."
*****
"Do you think they really flew hundreds of miles to find a pair of toenail clippers?" Martin asked after takeoff.
"It seems that way."
"Could be a code. They seem the type."
"They also seem the type to fly hundreds of miles to get kidnapped and find toenail clippers."
Martin thought about it, "They do, don't they?"
"What's with your wistful tone? You don't usually sound that way unless you're talking about your really good landing."
"You meant "landings"."
"Actually, I didn't."
Martin sighed.
"Why the long face? You just had an adventure! There were secret identities and doppelgangers and a rescue mission and a surprise twist!"
"I didn't though."
"What?"
"I didn't have an adventure Douglas. I sat in a hotel room with a man who then ran out to rescue his-" he hesitated, unsure what word would best describe the curious affection between Dr. John Watson and Sherlock Holmes, "…Batman. I didn't do anything except order room service and watch a man check his watch."
"Still far more exciting than a normal overnight trip!"
"I guess."
"You're jealous of him!" Douglas exclaimed.
"No I'm not."
"But you are! You could dye your hair black you know. I wouldn't tease you about it for more than a year or two…"
"It's not that."
"Then what is it?"
"He's so…confident," Martin blurt out, "And him and Dr. Watson are so…"
"I didn't know short blond doctors were your type."
"No!" Martin exclaimed, "It's not like that!"
"Isn't it?"
"No one would bother to rescue me," he snapped, angry at himself for caring so much, "Okay?"
"Arthur would."
"Arthur failed to "rescue" a DVD from the dvd player last week!"
"True."
"Let's just drop it okay? Never mind."
"As you wish Captain."
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"Thanks again," John said sincerely as he shook Martin's hand as he was about to exit the plane.
"You're welcome."
John studied him for a moment before following Sherlock down the steps. Sherlock would be able to tell him Martin's life story on the taxi ride home anyways.
*****
"You know, I've had time to consider it," Douglas told Martin as they exited the plane, "I think I would rescue you… on one condition."
"What condition?"
"That I get to be Captain."
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I am so utterly happy right now, it's unbelievable.
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I felt kinda silly filling my own prompt, but fuck it, I the internet needed this crossover to happen damnit!
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If you're willing to de-anon, you should totally post this to cabin_pressure because it's AMAZING.
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THAT WAS AWESOME.
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But poor Martin. *cuddles him* YOU ARE TOTALLY RESCUE-ABLE, BB.
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Martin just doesn't know how rescuable he is. Poor guy.
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Glad you enjoyed it! It was wicked fun to write.
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You have no idea how much I adore you right now, Anon.
(I wonder if we could get John Finnemore to read this? Maybe I could send it to him over twitter, he ocassionally replies...)
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