Part II: Sherlock meets John Chapter 1a/?velvet_maceNovember 11 2010, 20:00:17 UTC
It began Sherlock's landlord informed him, politely but firmly, that he had 30 days to vacate. He hadn't bothered to list a reason, so Sherlock went ahead and did it for him: noise past midnight, smells that seeped into the hallways, permanent damage to the counters, and, of course, the altercation with the woman in the flat just beneath
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Re: Part II: Chapter 1b/?velvet_maceNovember 11 2010, 20:02:36 UTC
"As happens," said Sherlock with a bright smile. "I already have a flat lined up. Lovely lady, client of mine, has recently come into a set of apartments on Baker Street - which is far more convenient to me than your St. James Street one."
"That was quick."
"I've had four hours - ample enough time. And you'll find that she's one of mine, so don't think you can glamour an eviction out of her."
Mycroft suddenly found his nails fascinating. "Ah, very well, you've caught me. Shall we lay our cards on the table? I want you back, Sherlock. This experiment in independent living has to end."
His eyes came up and caught Sherlock's. A moment later Sherlock could feel his brother's will latch onto his own, attempting to bully his thoughts and emotions into alignment.
Attempting to glamour me like a human, Sherlock thought, caught between shock and disgust. How trite. He wrenched away from the connection. "I'm not strung out, those methods won't work on me anymore
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Re: Part II: Sherlock meets John Chapter 1b/?velvet_maceNovember 11 2010, 20:06:31 UTC
Sherlock considered his options. He had built up, over the last five years, a respectable number of thralls. He cursed himself a little each time he did so, vowing that he wouldn't turn into Mycroft and use them as lackeys, but truthfully, thralls were so useful that way
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Re: Part II: Sherlock meets John Chapter 1c/?velvet_maceNovember 11 2010, 20:07:47 UTC
It was random chance that he'd met up with Stamford while walking wistfully down memory lane at Bart's campus. If weight gain was a sign of happiness, Stamford seemed to be a very happy man indeed.
"You shouldn't be living on your own," was the conclusion he came to after hearing John's rather pathetic account of his last months.
"Yes, yes. So says my therapist," John replied, dismissively "I can't go back to Harry, Stamford. I already tried. I lasted two days and I consider that to be a minor miracle. We are oil and water."
"Actually, I wasn't thinking of Harry." There was an odd gleam in Stamford's eye. "I was thinking more along the lines of finding a flatmate."
"Who would have me?" John asked defeated. "I … haven't been that personable lately."
Stamford smiled. "Funny, friend of mine said the exact same thing this morning."
Sherlock felt Stamford out in the hall. There was even a slight sense of his mood (happy eager). He sighed a bit impatiently. This was the problem with thralls, they were so inconveniently
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Re: Part II: Sherlock meets John Chapter 1d/?velvet_maceNovember 11 2010, 20:10:44 UTC
Sherlock ignored the niceties. "Mike, I need your phone," he said to his thrall. "Mine is out of battery," he said for the other's sake.
Mike winced a little at the tug. "Sorry, I left it in my jacket."
Sherlock threw out a thread of glamour at the soldier. Bring me your phone.
Instantly the man twitched, he looked down and pulled a phone from his pocket.
Come to me. The glamour was half hearted at best. A normal person could have brushed it off with a distracting thought, but Watson seemed tugged like he'd been been put in chains.
"You can use mine," he said, limping dramatically across the linoleum.
Definitely not a mate, Sherlock thought, relieved. Mates were notorious for being able to throw off glamours. Infinitely annoying at times, though he and Lestrade had long come to a mutual understanding. No, this wasn't a mate. This man seemed unusually susceptible glamours.
That made him something infinitely better. Sherlock didn't suppress the smile. A potential second pair of hands. Perhaps even an extension of
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Re: Part II: Sherlock meets John Chapter 1d/?trillsabellsDecember 5 2010, 16:16:20 UTC
I can see Sherlock being oh so certain that John isn't a mate because he doesn't throw off Sherlock's glamours - up until the point Mycroft tries to glamour him and finds John CAN throw them off VERY easily ("Have a seat, John." "I don't want to.")
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"That was quick."
"I've had four hours - ample enough time. And you'll find that she's one of mine, so don't think you can glamour an eviction out of her."
Mycroft suddenly found his nails fascinating. "Ah, very well, you've caught me. Shall we lay our cards on the table? I want you back, Sherlock. This experiment in independent living has to end."
His eyes came up and caught Sherlock's. A moment later Sherlock could feel his brother's will latch onto his own, attempting to bully his thoughts and emotions into alignment.
Attempting to glamour me like a human, Sherlock thought, caught between shock and disgust. How trite. He wrenched away from the connection. "I'm not strung out, those methods won't work on me anymore ( ... )
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"You shouldn't be living on your own," was the conclusion he came to after hearing John's rather pathetic account of his last months.
"Yes, yes. So says my therapist," John replied, dismissively "I can't go back to Harry, Stamford. I already tried. I lasted two days and I consider that to be a minor miracle. We are oil and water."
"Actually, I wasn't thinking of Harry." There was an odd gleam in Stamford's eye. "I was thinking more along the lines of finding a flatmate."
"Who would have me?" John asked defeated. "I … haven't been that personable lately."
Stamford smiled. "Funny, friend of mine said the exact same thing this morning."
Sherlock felt Stamford out in the hall. There was even a slight sense of his mood (happy eager). He sighed a bit impatiently. This was the problem with thralls, they were so inconveniently ( ... )
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Mike winced a little at the tug. "Sorry, I left it in my jacket."
Sherlock threw out a thread of glamour at the soldier. Bring me your phone.
Instantly the man twitched, he looked down and pulled a phone from his pocket.
Come to me. The glamour was half hearted at best. A normal person could have brushed it off with a distracting thought, but Watson seemed tugged like he'd been been put in chains.
"You can use mine," he said, limping dramatically across the linoleum.
Definitely not a mate, Sherlock thought, relieved. Mates were notorious for being able to throw off glamours. Infinitely annoying at times, though he and Lestrade had long come to a mutual understanding. No, this wasn't a mate. This man seemed unusually susceptible glamours.
That made him something infinitely better. Sherlock didn't suppress the smile. A potential second pair of hands. Perhaps even an extension of ( ... )
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oh man, sherlock's reaction when John starts ignoring him!
Thank you thank you thank you for writing this!!
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There was a moment when I wasn't sure this was gonna be continued, BUT YOU DID. YOU WIN THE INTERNET <3
exesandohesxo
p.s Mycroft says: Figures whyrun
Why run indeed? When there is such good fic to read?
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We're addicted to this marvellous story!
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("Have a seat, John." "I don't want to.")
Really hope you keep going with this!
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