Sherlock/Alien films crossover (Part 2/2)
Title: They Mostly Come Out at Night
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC) / Alien Franchise
Rating: R for some violence
Summer: For the kinkmeme prompt here - Mummy Holmes was admiral of the British space fleet, and her sons were gestated in a synthetic womb called an AGU. When something monstrous burst out of a lieutenant's chest and got loose on board a ship ( Read more... )
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC) / Alien Franchise
Rating: R for some violence
Summer: For the kinkmeme prompt here - Mummy Holmes was admiral of the British space fleet, and her sons were gestated in a synthetic womb called an AGU. When something monstrous burst out of a lieutenant's chest and got loose on board a ship ( Read more... )
*falls over and dies*
Just...wow. Your open ending, your reasoning behind Sherlock's peculiar strength and resilience, the stilted relationship he has with the crew, and the strange emotions behind his conversation with Mycroft, oh my god, I-I can't--
It's perfect. Perfection. Yes.
You've surpassed my greatest expectations with this story; I feel a bit like crying, it's that fantastic, and HOLY SMOKES some parts were exactly as I had wildly fantasized them to be, which is mind-boggling in itself since I never shared those particular theories with you!
I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS RIGHT NOW, AHHH SHERLOCK AHHH JOHN AHHH LESTRADE AHHH MYCROFT AHHH EVERYONE you made Molly an android THAT WORKS I'VE NEVER SEEN THAT BEFORE you also mentioned Moriarty in Lestrade's delirium AGH SO MANY IMPLICATIONS, SO MANY POSSIBLE PATHS THIS MIGHT LEAD TO I'm just so happy and overwhelmed and stunned.
Besides the fact that you've filled my prompt so marvelously, your flow of prose and plot are seamless and logical; your facts and science hit me in all the right places, and it's the most amazing blend of mystery and tension and pain; there's so much pain and uncertainty and fascination and loneliness and dull acceptance lurking a fraction of a hair under the surface of Sherlock's impassive demeanor--all of your characterizations are beautifully fleshed despite how physically haggard the characters themselves may be; there's so much depth there that's only alluded to, and before I go back to my studies, I'd like to say that this subtlety, is, above all of your other talents, perhaps the most compelling aspect of your writing. There's so much to discover, to speculate upon.
Thank you so much. The knowledge that from one little idea of mine, a writer I had admired from afar for ages turned around and wrote this breathtaking story, and that that story is for me. I guess? *laughs*
I'm so happy. I'm sorry I can't express my wonder and gratitude more eloquently, Tawabids.
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Now that's it's finished you can tell me what all your ideas were for the fill! I'm very curious to see how they lined up with the final product.
Thank you again for all your kind words!
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Also, it is VERY uncanny how similar our theories were, at least at the beginning:
Instead of having some people be abandoned on the ship along with the AGU, I imagined the AGU as the only "person" left behind, with the exception of turned/dead people and aliens.
Lestrade and Dimmock would have entered the orbiter, only to be attacked shortly afterwards and injured; something draws the alien away at the last moment or prevents it from making the killing blow. Because of potential infection issues, neither of them could be teleported back onto the ship, so the ship's medical officer, John Watson, would have to beam down and patch them up.
There's an odd shift in the orbiter, and communication is cut off; John has to drag Lestrade and Dimmock around and quickly find shelter. He further he gets into the ship, the more ruined it gets; he sees the dessicated, gutted carcasses of the crew and the smashed ventilation. Lestrade guides him down into a particular part of the ship, where John recognizes the shape of an AGU. It's undamaged, and upon closer inspection, apparently released a perfectly healthy infant decades prior. There's no trace of blood or death in the room; apparently no one had taken refuge there before, but then, what of the baby?
John leaves Lestrade and Dimmock to scout the ship to look for a means of restoring communication; the entire time, he's aware that something's watching him, but he's not sure if it's threatening or not.
Eventually, he manages to cobble together a rudimentary transmitter, and connects to the Baker for only a few seconds before he gets cut off. He tries again, but keeps being disconnected. After several attempts, he works out a pattern to the problem and tries to "trap" whatever it is. That happens to be Sherlock, who promptly knocks him out.
When he awakes, he realizes he's in a tiny space between the walls, being poked at. Through trial and error, he figures out that Sherlock was raised by the ship's somewhat malfunctioning AI, which Sherlock had dubbed Mrs. Hudson after the ship's store of educational and informational simulations and holograms. Conversation is stilted; Sherlock has never interacted with a living person before.
John gets a panicked transmission from Lestrade and Dimmock, and rushes to help; Sherlock follows and to everyone's horror and amazement, fights the aliens off, no problem. He's apparently immune to their poison, which John suspects is more a matter of built-up resistance rather than natural immunity, given Sherlock's scars.
Despite that, Sherlock seems very fond of the aliens, but confirms that neither Lestrade or Dimmock are infected (he'd watched the recordings of the original infestation). He, through a combination of bribery and carrot-dangling, is convinced to go back to Earth with them, if only to quench Sherlock's curiosity of his species' way of life.
I hadn't thought much farther than that; I can't envision a conclusion more fitting than yours. EVERYTHING YOU WROTE IS SO PAINFUL AND SO PERFECT.
Some little extra details: I don't have much experience with the actual Aliens franchise, so I was imagining more parasitic-like creatures. Instead of going into hibernation or dying of starvation, they'd have resorted to cannibalism, so they probably would have been more active, if less numerous.
I DON'T KNOW
YOURS IS THE BEST OF ALL FILLS
THE BEST
Sherlock always gets the short end of the stick, doesn't he? His suffering is irresistible, which is really quite unfortunate; people just can't enough of it. :D
I hope you have a wonderful time in Scotland (does that mean you live stateside usually?)!
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I'm afraid I'm not usually in the states, I'm from New Zealand right at the very bottom of the pacific!
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