Sherlock/Doctor Who - fic - Assistance with Certain Matters, PG
Title - Assistance with Certain Matters
Author - laurab1
Rating - PG
Characters - Sherlock, Eleven, River Song, TARDIS
Length - 730 words
Summary - Difficult objectives are often achieved far more quickly when more minds are working on them.
Spoilers - Sherlock S1 & 2, New Who S5 & 6
Disclaimer - Alas, none of these people are entirely mine. This version of Sherlock Holmes belongs to Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss, the BBC et al. However, Sherlock Holmes as created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle is in the public domain. The Doctor and his companions also belong to the Beeb.
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
A/N - Follows Tea for Four and Bravery of the Soldier
Assistance with Certain Matters
by Laura
One month After, he’s in Prague, unravelling more threads of Moriarty’s web. He feels her before he hears her: a not unpleasant itch inside his head, a curl of sensation, followed by the familiar grinding and wheezing noise. Sherlock has never in his life been more grateful to see the TARDIS materialise around him.
“What the hell took you so long?” he asks, before he can stop himself. He’s addressing them and her, he knows.
“I’m sorry, my love, I’m so sorry,” his mother says, and makes a move to wrap her arms around him, to pull him into a hug.
Sherlock goes, willingly. He buries his head in her shoulder, closes his eyes, and just breathes, for a while.
“Why didn’t she know that you needed to be at the cemetery? That I needed you to be at the cemetery?” Over her shoulder, he looks at his father, busy with the control panel, as always. (Or pretending to be, at least.) He’s currently taking her back into the vortex.
“Fixed point, Sherlock. You know about them. Very not good at all, fixed points.”
“And this isn’t a fixed point? No, of course not. This is a ‘time can be re-written’ point. The TARDIS knew she needed to take you to Prague, because as far as she’s concerned, in some timeline, it’s already happened.”
He kisses his mum on the cheek, eases out of her embrace, and goes to his dad. “Will you help? Moriarty turned everyone except Mrs Hudson, Lestrade and John against me. And they had bullets with their names on them unless I threw myself from Bart’s roof, thus completing his story.”
Sherlock looks at the other person in the control room. “He turned you against me, Mother.” She looks away. “Did you really think I’d miss that one? You told me about re-generation when I was four. There was something other than the scream in that room. Something I’ve only felt when I’m with you two, Mycroft, or the TARDIS. I knew that little girl had to be you.” He turns back to his dad, runs a finger along the control panel.
“He forgot about Molly, so she was able to assist me with my plan. Now, listen. Reputations must be restored. Moriarty’s web must completely destroyed. Will you help, then, please? I could do all that I consider necessary for this mission alone, but it would likely take years, and that’s really far too bloody long for me to be away…. Difficult objectives are often achieved far more quickly when more minds are working on them. I must clear my name, and only then can I go home, back to London, to John.” God, Sherlock misses him so much, his heart actually hurts. He’s perfectly aware of how very little sense that makes, but that’s what he feels, thanks to John. He’s learned not to argue with his heart, especially when it comes to matters involving his doctor.
His mother smiles at him. “Oh, Sweetie.” Then... the ‘change’ takes a split second. “‘Demons run’,” River Song recites, “‘when a good man goes to war.’ Do you remember the rest?”
Of course he does. Sherlock recites:
“‘Night will fall and drown the sun
When a good man goes to war
Friendship dies and true love lies
Night will fall and the dark will rise
When a good man goes to war
Demons run, but count the cost
The battle's won but the child is lost.'”
“The child found herself, though, eventually.” The Doctor turns away from the TARDIS control panel, and looks his son in the eye, before kissing him on the forehead. “We’ve done this before, of course we’ll do it again. And then we’ll take you home.”
When that will be, Sherlock has no idea. Most likely, nor do either of his parents. “Thank you,” he says, anyway.
The TARDIS, though: of course she knows. Sherlock is sure that he will go home, though. Careful not to touch anything, he rests a hand flat on the control panel, and recites an altered set of words, in his head:
‘Friendship lives and love is true
When a good man returns from war.’
But he’s going to have to be patient, and wait for that. Wait for John. The less waiting time there is, the better.
“Right. Shall we get on, then? Criminal web to destroy.”
-end-
Yes, I used that "Moriarty kidnapped River Song" idea from tumblr ;)
Author - laurab1
Rating - PG
Characters - Sherlock, Eleven, River Song, TARDIS
Length - 730 words
Summary - Difficult objectives are often achieved far more quickly when more minds are working on them.
Spoilers - Sherlock S1 & 2, New Who S5 & 6
Disclaimer - Alas, none of these people are entirely mine. This version of Sherlock Holmes belongs to Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss, the BBC et al. However, Sherlock Holmes as created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle is in the public domain. The Doctor and his companions also belong to the Beeb.
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
A/N - Follows Tea for Four and Bravery of the Soldier
Assistance with Certain Matters
by Laura
One month After, he’s in Prague, unravelling more threads of Moriarty’s web. He feels her before he hears her: a not unpleasant itch inside his head, a curl of sensation, followed by the familiar grinding and wheezing noise. Sherlock has never in his life been more grateful to see the TARDIS materialise around him.
“What the hell took you so long?” he asks, before he can stop himself. He’s addressing them and her, he knows.
“I’m sorry, my love, I’m so sorry,” his mother says, and makes a move to wrap her arms around him, to pull him into a hug.
Sherlock goes, willingly. He buries his head in her shoulder, closes his eyes, and just breathes, for a while.
“Why didn’t she know that you needed to be at the cemetery? That I needed you to be at the cemetery?” Over her shoulder, he looks at his father, busy with the control panel, as always. (Or pretending to be, at least.) He’s currently taking her back into the vortex.
“Fixed point, Sherlock. You know about them. Very not good at all, fixed points.”
“And this isn’t a fixed point? No, of course not. This is a ‘time can be re-written’ point. The TARDIS knew she needed to take you to Prague, because as far as she’s concerned, in some timeline, it’s already happened.”
He kisses his mum on the cheek, eases out of her embrace, and goes to his dad. “Will you help? Moriarty turned everyone except Mrs Hudson, Lestrade and John against me. And they had bullets with their names on them unless I threw myself from Bart’s roof, thus completing his story.”
Sherlock looks at the other person in the control room. “He turned you against me, Mother.” She looks away. “Did you really think I’d miss that one? You told me about re-generation when I was four. There was something other than the scream in that room. Something I’ve only felt when I’m with you two, Mycroft, or the TARDIS. I knew that little girl had to be you.” He turns back to his dad, runs a finger along the control panel.
“He forgot about Molly, so she was able to assist me with my plan. Now, listen. Reputations must be restored. Moriarty’s web must completely destroyed. Will you help, then, please? I could do all that I consider necessary for this mission alone, but it would likely take years, and that’s really far too bloody long for me to be away…. Difficult objectives are often achieved far more quickly when more minds are working on them. I must clear my name, and only then can I go home, back to London, to John.” God, Sherlock misses him so much, his heart actually hurts. He’s perfectly aware of how very little sense that makes, but that’s what he feels, thanks to John. He’s learned not to argue with his heart, especially when it comes to matters involving his doctor.
His mother smiles at him. “Oh, Sweetie.” Then... the ‘change’ takes a split second. “‘Demons run’,” River Song recites, “‘when a good man goes to war.’ Do you remember the rest?”
Of course he does. Sherlock recites:
“‘Night will fall and drown the sun
When a good man goes to war
Friendship dies and true love lies
Night will fall and the dark will rise
When a good man goes to war
Demons run, but count the cost
The battle's won but the child is lost.'”
“The child found herself, though, eventually.” The Doctor turns away from the TARDIS control panel, and looks his son in the eye, before kissing him on the forehead. “We’ve done this before, of course we’ll do it again. And then we’ll take you home.”
When that will be, Sherlock has no idea. Most likely, nor do either of his parents. “Thank you,” he says, anyway.
The TARDIS, though: of course she knows. Sherlock is sure that he will go home, though. Careful not to touch anything, he rests a hand flat on the control panel, and recites an altered set of words, in his head:
‘Friendship lives and love is true
When a good man returns from war.’
But he’s going to have to be patient, and wait for that. Wait for John. The less waiting time there is, the better.
“Right. Shall we get on, then? Criminal web to destroy.”
-end-
Yes, I used that "Moriarty kidnapped River Song" idea from tumblr ;)