FIC: The Secret
Title: The Secret
Author: sidneyfireblood
Rating: PG-13
Characters: (so far) John Watson and Sherlock Holmes.
Pairing: Sherlock/Watson (so far)
Warnings: Takes place during 10 and Martha-era. Might contain spoilers from that era.
Summary: “John, there’s something you need to know. I’m not human.” Sherlock simply said one night at dinner. He then stood up and got a pocket watch from underneath his skull on the mantel and handed it to John, “I’m the son of the Last Time Lord.”
Note: I don't know where I am going with this or if I can finish this in a timely manner. I will try, but I promise nothing. Also, cross posted in sidneyfirebloodPlus, this is self edit. It might not be very good. And it might be a little OOC. I will try my best to keep everyone in character.
MODs~ MayI please have an author tag?
The Secret
By: SidneyFireBlood
Summary: “John, there’s something you need to know. I’m not human.” Sherlock simply said one night at dinner. He then stood up and got a pocket watch from underneath his skull on the mantel and handed it to John, “I’m the son of the Last Time Lord.”
“John, there’s something you need to know. I’m not human.” Sherlock simply said one night at dinner. He then stood up and got a pocket watch from underneath his skull on the mantel and handed it to John, “I’m the son of the Last Time Lord.”
John looked at what seemed to be a plan packet watch, but upon closer inspection he saw that it had carvings of different size circles on it and it was silver in color, “Okay…what?” he said in strong disbelief.
“I guess I should start 30 odd years ago, well, in Earth time,” Sherlock said as he started to make some tea, “My father had brought me here during the Dalek-Time Lord War to hopefully save me, which he did. He locked all my memories into that fob watch and gave me up for adoption. However, he didn’t want me to forget who I was all together, so he in trusted my Earth mother with my secret and when I was older, she told me the truth.” He then handed the doctor a cup of tea.
John looked at the consulting detective and said, “You are bloody nuts. You do know that, right?”
Sherlock sighed, “I feared you would have said something like that,” he then when into his room and pulled out an old blue journal that was falling apart so badly that it was tied closed with a bit of string. He then handed it over to John, who put down his tea cup and carefully opened it.
Sherlock sat down in his usual manner of his elbows on his legs, his hands together with the fingers criss-crossed, expect for his index fingers and learned in as John read the journal and looked at the pictures drawn in there. Finally, after some time, he held up the journal, “Who’s this?”
“No idea,” Sherlock replied. “I’ve looked everywhere for clues and I can’t seem to find out who that woman is. She isn’t my mother or any of her female relatives and she doesn’t know who she is. It’s a mystery.”
John was shocked, “You mean you don’t know everything?” he tried to joke, but the look on Sherlock’s face said otherwise, “Oh bloody hell, you aren’t joking!”
Sherlock nodded, “When it comes to my life, it’s not a joke.”
“So, why are you telling me? Why now all of the sudden? Has something changed?”
Sherlock sighed, “Not yet, it’s about too. You see, not only am I the Time Lord’s son, but I am the son of his immortal enemy, but his son is wanting me dead, and well, if I die, then so does everyone I ever cared about; including you, John.”
TBC…
Author: sidneyfireblood
Rating: PG-13
Characters: (so far) John Watson and Sherlock Holmes.
Pairing: Sherlock/Watson (so far)
Warnings: Takes place during 10 and Martha-era. Might contain spoilers from that era.
Summary: “John, there’s something you need to know. I’m not human.” Sherlock simply said one night at dinner. He then stood up and got a pocket watch from underneath his skull on the mantel and handed it to John, “I’m the son of the Last Time Lord.”
Note: I don't know where I am going with this or if I can finish this in a timely manner. I will try, but I promise nothing. Also, cross posted in sidneyfirebloodPlus, this is self edit. It might not be very good. And it might be a little OOC. I will try my best to keep everyone in character.
MODs~ MayI please have an author tag?
The Secret
By: SidneyFireBlood
Summary: “John, there’s something you need to know. I’m not human.” Sherlock simply said one night at dinner. He then stood up and got a pocket watch from underneath his skull on the mantel and handed it to John, “I’m the son of the Last Time Lord.”
“John, there’s something you need to know. I’m not human.” Sherlock simply said one night at dinner. He then stood up and got a pocket watch from underneath his skull on the mantel and handed it to John, “I’m the son of the Last Time Lord.”
John looked at what seemed to be a plan packet watch, but upon closer inspection he saw that it had carvings of different size circles on it and it was silver in color, “Okay…what?” he said in strong disbelief.
“I guess I should start 30 odd years ago, well, in Earth time,” Sherlock said as he started to make some tea, “My father had brought me here during the Dalek-Time Lord War to hopefully save me, which he did. He locked all my memories into that fob watch and gave me up for adoption. However, he didn’t want me to forget who I was all together, so he in trusted my Earth mother with my secret and when I was older, she told me the truth.” He then handed the doctor a cup of tea.
John looked at the consulting detective and said, “You are bloody nuts. You do know that, right?”
Sherlock sighed, “I feared you would have said something like that,” he then when into his room and pulled out an old blue journal that was falling apart so badly that it was tied closed with a bit of string. He then handed it over to John, who put down his tea cup and carefully opened it.
Sherlock sat down in his usual manner of his elbows on his legs, his hands together with the fingers criss-crossed, expect for his index fingers and learned in as John read the journal and looked at the pictures drawn in there. Finally, after some time, he held up the journal, “Who’s this?”
“No idea,” Sherlock replied. “I’ve looked everywhere for clues and I can’t seem to find out who that woman is. She isn’t my mother or any of her female relatives and she doesn’t know who she is. It’s a mystery.”
John was shocked, “You mean you don’t know everything?” he tried to joke, but the look on Sherlock’s face said otherwise, “Oh bloody hell, you aren’t joking!”
Sherlock nodded, “When it comes to my life, it’s not a joke.”
“So, why are you telling me? Why now all of the sudden? Has something changed?”
Sherlock sighed, “Not yet, it’s about too. You see, not only am I the Time Lord’s son, but I am the son of his immortal enemy, but his son is wanting me dead, and well, if I die, then so does everyone I ever cared about; including you, John.”
TBC…