The Boy Who Sees (2/?)
Title: The Boy Who Sees (2/?)
Author: Annjej76
Crossover: Post Season 7 Buffy (non-comic canon), Post Season 2 "Sherlock"
Pairing: Spike/Xander, John/Sherlock
Rating: Mature due to M/M pairing. Be warned.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns "Buffy" and Steve Moffat owns "Sherlock"
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Xander was not having the best week, even the week he caught Syphilis from the Shu ‘mash tribe was better than this. He’s spilled paint on one of his favorite shirts from Sunnydale while painting his flat. He got caught in a torrential downpour on his way back from the store and got soaked to the bone. He ended up having a couple bags break right outside the door. Only bright side was he met a new neighbor, John Watson. The man had helped him gather his groceries and bring them inside. He saw him smile as Mrs. Hudson fussed over him. He gave a small wave as she hustled him down the stairs to get changed before “he caught the death of cold.” Granted he did get hot tea and yummy biscuits out of it, so who was he to complain?
The next day started off okay, but then turned south very quickly. He had made another run to the store when a sleek black car pulled up next to him. The window rolled down and a woman looked up from her Blackberry. “My Boss wants to speak to you Mr. Harris. Do get in.” Torn about what to do, Xander looked up and down the street looking for help. He saw on top of one of the buildings a CCTV camera and waving at it to get its attention it turned away from him. Looking around he noticed the other CCTV camera’s doing the same thing. Looking back at the car he steeled his nerves and doing the stupid thing, got in.
The door closed behind them and they drove off. The only other occupant in the car was the woman texting away on her cell phone.
“Your boss wouldn’t be a vampire would he?”
The woman looked up at him and chuckling replied “No, he’s not.”
“Good because that would be crazy. Vampires are myths and fairytales.”
“If you say so.”
Xander observed her for a minute or two and came to the realization that one, this small woman was very powerful, and two he better be on his best behavior. She pinged on the Supernatural scale, only problem was he was unsure if she was good or evil.
Turning away from her, he stared out the window at the streets and shops that they passed. He soon noticed that they had pulled into an underground parking lot. The car came to a stop, and looking over he saw the woman give a tilt of her head as if to say “you can get out now.” Taking his cue, he got out quickly only to be confronted by a man swinging an umbrella.
“Ah, Mr. Harris, I take your trip here was uneventful?”
Xander stood there, sizing this man up. He noticed the woman in the car had silently gotten out and was standing behind him. It made him uncomfortable like when Willow went dark side, so possibly a witch. “Interesting, noting this” he thought grimly.
“If you mean, getting kidnapped and brought to a parking lot to meet someone who looks like a villain out of James Bond, sure. Let’s go with uneventful, are you evil? I mean, you look sort of like a male Mary Poppins, with your umbrella and you don’t seem evil, are you? Never mind, don’t answer that, and here’s me shutting up now.”
The man stood there and stared at Xander as he babbled, making him feel uncomfortable. Xander shifted uneasily from foot to foot dropping his gaze to his shoes.
“You’re not what I expected. Tell me, what do you know about your father?” Mystery man asked.
Xander’s eyes shot up, meeting the man’s gaze as he clenched his jaw, “Tony Harris, let’s see, he’s a dead beat alcoholic, with a mean streak, and I’m his worthless son. What has Tony done now, that someone across the Atlantic would ask?”
The man just smirked, “I’m not talking about Anthony Harris, Alexander, and I’m talking about your biological father. Do you recognize the name Sherlock Holmes?”
Xander glanced around, “Who?”
“You’re father.”
Xander and the Mystery man stared at each other before the man spoke again.
“Also you are far from worthless Alexander. Mark my words, your gift will awaken soon and you’ll see.”
Xander stared at him in total confusion about the whole situation.
Mycroft could tell he’d never heard the name, this became more interesting. “Which means, he’s never used his gift” he thought as he reached into his coat pocket he pulled out a folded manila envelope and held it out.
Xander looked between him and the envelope and back and realizing what was wanted of him it spurred him into action, “Oh, you want me to take that…” Xander scurried forward and grabbed the envelope before scurrying back.
“Once you read that, if you have any questions, please do contact me. Good day Mr. Harris” and with that the Mystery man turned and walked away, swinging his umbrella like a metronome. Xander watched him walk away into the darkness and then stared back down at the envelope. Looking behind him he saw the weird woman holding the door open for him. Not questioning her actions he got in silently.
The car drove off and he quickly found himself outside his apartment. Getting out he stood there staring at his home and turning watched as the black car drove off into the darkness.
“This week couldn’t get any weirder” he thought and then cursed himself as he just tempted fate, and everyone knew Xander Harris loved being screwed by fate.
~0~0~0~0~0
Xander sat in his apartment for what felt like forever staring at the ominous manila envelope as if waiting for it to get up and do a soft shoe across the table, while singing “Hello my Ragtime Gal.” Getting up he walked over and picked it up, holding it in his hands he went and sat down at his desk. Taking a deep breath he opened it and took out the piece of paper and read what was on it. Confused he flipped it over and seeing nothing on the back. Turning it over he stared at a website http://www.thescienceofdeduction.co.uk/ on the front along with a written message underneath “Go see Detective Lestrade at The New Scotland Yard and ask him for further information. He will be waiting your arrival. -MH”
“Gee, that’s not cryptic enough. Did this guy take lessons from Angel?” Xander grumbled. Leaning over he picked up his laptop, booted it and once it was up in running typed the website into the browser and started reading.
~0~0~0~0~0
Across town, Mycroft sat watching Xander reading Sherlock’s website on the feed from a hidden camera that was placed while he spoke to the young man. Contemplating the enigma that was his nephew he was startled out of his musing from a knock on his door.
“Come in.”
Anthea walked in and sat down across from him awaiting his orders.
“Is the spell almost ready?”
Anthea looked at her notes and nodded, “everything is ready Sir. Looks like his gift is slightly active off the readings we got, it’s mostly dormant due to him being raised on the Hellmouth.”
“Good. I’m surprised he survived as long as he has. What about the spell to awaken his gift?”
“It’s ready when you are” Anthea said with a smile.
“Then I suggest we cast it and see what awakens” Mycroft said casting his eyes toward the monitor. Anthea came over and stood behind him and they both watched Xander search Sherlock’s website.
“Have you contacted Sherlock?” Anthea asked, cutting the silence.
“Mmm, indeed.”
“Does he know he has a son?”
“Not yet, but he will. I have plans for young Alexander.”
“He’ll be a force to be reckoned with, if my visions are correct” Anthea replied smiling slightly.
“You’re visions are never wrong Morgana. Do let me know when you’re finished casting the spell. I will be quite interested in seeing what happens.”
Anthea smiled, “You’ll be the first to know Sir.”
Anthea picked up her folder and headed toward the door, she had work to do.
Anthea Morgana Le Fey looked back at her boss and counted herself lucky to be hired by Mycroft Holmes. Closing the door behind her she couldn’t help but smile at the thought of how Mycroft Holmes was almost as ruthless as she was, key word: almost.
TBC
Author: Annjej76
Crossover: Post Season 7 Buffy (non-comic canon), Post Season 2 "Sherlock"
Pairing: Spike/Xander, John/Sherlock
Rating: Mature due to M/M pairing. Be warned.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns "Buffy" and Steve Moffat owns "Sherlock"
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Xander was not having the best week, even the week he caught Syphilis from the Shu ‘mash tribe was better than this. He’s spilled paint on one of his favorite shirts from Sunnydale while painting his flat. He got caught in a torrential downpour on his way back from the store and got soaked to the bone. He ended up having a couple bags break right outside the door. Only bright side was he met a new neighbor, John Watson. The man had helped him gather his groceries and bring them inside. He saw him smile as Mrs. Hudson fussed over him. He gave a small wave as she hustled him down the stairs to get changed before “he caught the death of cold.” Granted he did get hot tea and yummy biscuits out of it, so who was he to complain?
The next day started off okay, but then turned south very quickly. He had made another run to the store when a sleek black car pulled up next to him. The window rolled down and a woman looked up from her Blackberry. “My Boss wants to speak to you Mr. Harris. Do get in.” Torn about what to do, Xander looked up and down the street looking for help. He saw on top of one of the buildings a CCTV camera and waving at it to get its attention it turned away from him. Looking around he noticed the other CCTV camera’s doing the same thing. Looking back at the car he steeled his nerves and doing the stupid thing, got in.
The door closed behind them and they drove off. The only other occupant in the car was the woman texting away on her cell phone.
“Your boss wouldn’t be a vampire would he?”
The woman looked up at him and chuckling replied “No, he’s not.”
“Good because that would be crazy. Vampires are myths and fairytales.”
“If you say so.”
Xander observed her for a minute or two and came to the realization that one, this small woman was very powerful, and two he better be on his best behavior. She pinged on the Supernatural scale, only problem was he was unsure if she was good or evil.
Turning away from her, he stared out the window at the streets and shops that they passed. He soon noticed that they had pulled into an underground parking lot. The car came to a stop, and looking over he saw the woman give a tilt of her head as if to say “you can get out now.” Taking his cue, he got out quickly only to be confronted by a man swinging an umbrella.
“Ah, Mr. Harris, I take your trip here was uneventful?”
Xander stood there, sizing this man up. He noticed the woman in the car had silently gotten out and was standing behind him. It made him uncomfortable like when Willow went dark side, so possibly a witch. “Interesting, noting this” he thought grimly.
“If you mean, getting kidnapped and brought to a parking lot to meet someone who looks like a villain out of James Bond, sure. Let’s go with uneventful, are you evil? I mean, you look sort of like a male Mary Poppins, with your umbrella and you don’t seem evil, are you? Never mind, don’t answer that, and here’s me shutting up now.”
The man stood there and stared at Xander as he babbled, making him feel uncomfortable. Xander shifted uneasily from foot to foot dropping his gaze to his shoes.
“You’re not what I expected. Tell me, what do you know about your father?” Mystery man asked.
Xander’s eyes shot up, meeting the man’s gaze as he clenched his jaw, “Tony Harris, let’s see, he’s a dead beat alcoholic, with a mean streak, and I’m his worthless son. What has Tony done now, that someone across the Atlantic would ask?”
The man just smirked, “I’m not talking about Anthony Harris, Alexander, and I’m talking about your biological father. Do you recognize the name Sherlock Holmes?”
Xander glanced around, “Who?”
“You’re father.”
Xander and the Mystery man stared at each other before the man spoke again.
“Also you are far from worthless Alexander. Mark my words, your gift will awaken soon and you’ll see.”
Xander stared at him in total confusion about the whole situation.
Mycroft could tell he’d never heard the name, this became more interesting. “Which means, he’s never used his gift” he thought as he reached into his coat pocket he pulled out a folded manila envelope and held it out.
Xander looked between him and the envelope and back and realizing what was wanted of him it spurred him into action, “Oh, you want me to take that…” Xander scurried forward and grabbed the envelope before scurrying back.
“Once you read that, if you have any questions, please do contact me. Good day Mr. Harris” and with that the Mystery man turned and walked away, swinging his umbrella like a metronome. Xander watched him walk away into the darkness and then stared back down at the envelope. Looking behind him he saw the weird woman holding the door open for him. Not questioning her actions he got in silently.
The car drove off and he quickly found himself outside his apartment. Getting out he stood there staring at his home and turning watched as the black car drove off into the darkness.
“This week couldn’t get any weirder” he thought and then cursed himself as he just tempted fate, and everyone knew Xander Harris loved being screwed by fate.
~0~0~0~0~0
Xander sat in his apartment for what felt like forever staring at the ominous manila envelope as if waiting for it to get up and do a soft shoe across the table, while singing “Hello my Ragtime Gal.” Getting up he walked over and picked it up, holding it in his hands he went and sat down at his desk. Taking a deep breath he opened it and took out the piece of paper and read what was on it. Confused he flipped it over and seeing nothing on the back. Turning it over he stared at a website http://www.thescienceofdeduction.co.uk/ on the front along with a written message underneath “Go see Detective Lestrade at The New Scotland Yard and ask him for further information. He will be waiting your arrival. -MH”
“Gee, that’s not cryptic enough. Did this guy take lessons from Angel?” Xander grumbled. Leaning over he picked up his laptop, booted it and once it was up in running typed the website into the browser and started reading.
~0~0~0~0~0
Across town, Mycroft sat watching Xander reading Sherlock’s website on the feed from a hidden camera that was placed while he spoke to the young man. Contemplating the enigma that was his nephew he was startled out of his musing from a knock on his door.
“Come in.”
Anthea walked in and sat down across from him awaiting his orders.
“Is the spell almost ready?”
Anthea looked at her notes and nodded, “everything is ready Sir. Looks like his gift is slightly active off the readings we got, it’s mostly dormant due to him being raised on the Hellmouth.”
“Good. I’m surprised he survived as long as he has. What about the spell to awaken his gift?”
“It’s ready when you are” Anthea said with a smile.
“Then I suggest we cast it and see what awakens” Mycroft said casting his eyes toward the monitor. Anthea came over and stood behind him and they both watched Xander search Sherlock’s website.
“Have you contacted Sherlock?” Anthea asked, cutting the silence.
“Mmm, indeed.”
“Does he know he has a son?”
“Not yet, but he will. I have plans for young Alexander.”
“He’ll be a force to be reckoned with, if my visions are correct” Anthea replied smiling slightly.
“You’re visions are never wrong Morgana. Do let me know when you’re finished casting the spell. I will be quite interested in seeing what happens.”
Anthea smiled, “You’ll be the first to know Sir.”
Anthea picked up her folder and headed toward the door, she had work to do.
Anthea Morgana Le Fey looked back at her boss and counted herself lucky to be hired by Mycroft Holmes. Closing the door behind her she couldn’t help but smile at the thought of how Mycroft Holmes was almost as ruthless as she was, key word: almost.
TBC