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cottoncandy_bingo fest. It's the first crossover that I've done for the card.
The following story belongs to Schrodinger's Heroes, featuring an apocryphal television show supported by an imaginary fandom. It's science fiction about quantum physics and saving the world from alternate dimensions. It features a very mixed cast in terms of ethnicity and sexual orientation. This project developed with input from multiple people, and it's open for everyone to play in. You can read more about the background, the characters, and a bunch of assorted content on the menu page.
Fandom: BBC Sherlock and Original (Schrodinger's Heroes)
Prompt: Getting away from it all
Medium: Fiction
Summary: Morgan sneaks away from the rest of Schrodinger's Heroes. Sherlock sneaks away from John. Their paths cross in the same bar -- and they discover that they're both there to drown very similar memories of the same person.
Content Notes: Spoilers for BBC Sherlock Season 2. Flangst. Questionable use of alcohol to deal with personal problems. Sloppy, funny drunks. Oblique references to violence, manipulation, and other mayhem. Happy ending.
"THE Woman" Part 1
Morgan leaned against the bar and collected his piña colada. It had taken long enough to arrive, the Texan bartender not eager to serve someone who looked Japanese. Morgan took a sip, then sighed. "That's more like it," he said.
"I can't imagine it's anything like what you're used to," the fellow next to him said in a crisp British accent.
Morgan glanced over at him. Tall, pale, topped with a mess of dark curls and arresting silver-blue eyes. "What makes you say that?"
"Judging from the state of your shirt, you're a long way from home," the stranger said.
Morgan laughed. "You really have no idea, brah," he said, shaking his head.
The elegant eyebrows pinched together. "I merely meant, it is a long way from Hawaii to Texas, and this bar makes ghastly piña coladas. The coconut isn't fresh and the pineapple juice comes from a can."
Morgan's laughter scaled up, and up, until he couldn't breathe and subsided into rhythmic wheezes.
"You're obviously not here for the quality of the beverages," the man said. "Aside from slipping away from your rocket scientist friends --"
"They're not rocket scientists," Morgan interrupted. "They are quantum mechanics."
"There's always something," the stranger said, his eyes alight with renewed interest. "So why are you here?"
"Oh, the usual," Morgan said. "Because of a woman." He drained the rest of his awful piña colada. Surely one of the other cocktails must be better. He would just have to sample them and find out. "Because
of ... THE woman, really."
"Fancy that," the man said. "So am I." He held out a long, delicate hand. "My name is Sherlock, and I should very much like to buy you a drink."
It was a programmer's hand, Morgan thought as he shook it, reminded of Alex and Ash. "I'm Morgan, and I'll gladly take you up on that. Now, talk story."
* * *
"You went to Buckingham Palace naked?" Morgan said, laughing so hard that he spilled his Mai Tai. He liked this British lolo.
"Under a bedsheet," Sherlock corrected meticulously. His fingers twirled a half-full glass of red wine.
"You went to Buckingham Palace," Morgan said, "naked."
"Yes," said Sherlock. They grinned at each other.
* * *
"She rubbed herself on your telescope?" Sherlock said, horrified. He had switched from wine to cocktails, something colorful and sharp that Morgan didn't recognize. It seemed to suit his general air of debauched genius.
"All over it," Morgan said, his voice glum. "I used a whole bottle of lens cleaner, but you know, that smell?" He shook his head. "I couldn't go in there anymore without smelling her."
"I understand," Sherlock said, folding his hand over Morgan's. "The woman diddled with my microscope once."
Morgan scowled. "She is a menace. Irresistible, but a menace."
* * *
"So there we were in her parlor, guns pointed at all of us, and this prat yelling at me to open the safe --"
"You're pretty quick, akamai, you must've figured out the combination by then," Morgan said.
"Her measurements," Sherlock said.
"This one time, she locked me out of my own laptop by changing the password to her IQ number and Myers-Briggs letters," Morgan admitted.
"Not a bit vain, is she then?" Sherlock said dryly.
* * *
"So what did she have on you?" Sherlock asked.
"Bitch stole my asteroid," Morgan sulked into his mango daiquiri. "She copied the streak plates onto her phone, then wiped the whole night's data from Mauna Kea Observatories. Blamed it on me, ruined my career."
"Ah yes, the invincible phone," Sherlock said.
Morgan snarled. "Not so invincible once Ash got ahold of it," he said. "But it took Midge a week to find the woman and pickpocket the phone, so the fact that Ash hacked it in half an hour didn't help. Some barney in Oklahoma already claimed my asteroid as his and named it after his dog."
"Half an hour?" Sherlock said. "You really must introduce me to this Ash of yours."
---
References
Morgan uses Hawaiian slang ...
akamai -- (noun) genius, expert; (adjective) smart, sharp, intelligent.
barney -- amateur, newbie.
brah -- brother, dude, man.
lolo -- (noun) nutcase, idiot. (adjective) crazy, wacky.
talk story -- converse, share news; in this context, "tell me your story."
[To be continued in Part 2 ...]
cottoncandy_bingo fest. It's the first crossover that I've done for the card.The following story belongs to Schrodinger's Heroes, featuring an apocryphal television show supported by an imaginary fandom. It's science fiction about quantum physics and saving the world from alternate dimensions. It features a very mixed cast in terms of ethnicity and sexual orientation. This project developed with input from multiple people, and it's open for everyone to play in. You can read more about the background, the characters, and a bunch of assorted content on the menu page.
Fandom: BBC Sherlock and Original (Schrodinger's Heroes)
Prompt: Getting away from it all
Medium: Fiction
Summary: Morgan sneaks away from the rest of Schrodinger's Heroes. Sherlock sneaks away from John. Their paths cross in the same bar -- and they discover that they're both there to drown very similar memories of the same person.
Content Notes: Spoilers for BBC Sherlock Season 2. Flangst. Questionable use of alcohol to deal with personal problems. Sloppy, funny drunks. Oblique references to violence, manipulation, and other mayhem. Happy ending.
"THE Woman" Part 1
Morgan leaned against the bar and collected his piña colada. It had taken long enough to arrive, the Texan bartender not eager to serve someone who looked Japanese. Morgan took a sip, then sighed. "That's more like it," he said.
"I can't imagine it's anything like what you're used to," the fellow next to him said in a crisp British accent.
Morgan glanced over at him. Tall, pale, topped with a mess of dark curls and arresting silver-blue eyes. "What makes you say that?"
"Judging from the state of your shirt, you're a long way from home," the stranger said.
Morgan laughed. "You really have no idea, brah," he said, shaking his head.
The elegant eyebrows pinched together. "I merely meant, it is a long way from Hawaii to Texas, and this bar makes ghastly piña coladas. The coconut isn't fresh and the pineapple juice comes from a can."
Morgan's laughter scaled up, and up, until he couldn't breathe and subsided into rhythmic wheezes.
"You're obviously not here for the quality of the beverages," the man said. "Aside from slipping away from your rocket scientist friends --"
"They're not rocket scientists," Morgan interrupted. "They are quantum mechanics."
"There's always something," the stranger said, his eyes alight with renewed interest. "So why are you here?"
"Oh, the usual," Morgan said. "Because of a woman." He drained the rest of his awful piña colada. Surely one of the other cocktails must be better. He would just have to sample them and find out. "Because
of ... THE woman, really."
"Fancy that," the man said. "So am I." He held out a long, delicate hand. "My name is Sherlock, and I should very much like to buy you a drink."
It was a programmer's hand, Morgan thought as he shook it, reminded of Alex and Ash. "I'm Morgan, and I'll gladly take you up on that. Now, talk story."
* * *
"You went to Buckingham Palace naked?" Morgan said, laughing so hard that he spilled his Mai Tai. He liked this British lolo.
"Under a bedsheet," Sherlock corrected meticulously. His fingers twirled a half-full glass of red wine.
"You went to Buckingham Palace," Morgan said, "naked."
"Yes," said Sherlock. They grinned at each other.
* * *
"She rubbed herself on your telescope?" Sherlock said, horrified. He had switched from wine to cocktails, something colorful and sharp that Morgan didn't recognize. It seemed to suit his general air of debauched genius.
"All over it," Morgan said, his voice glum. "I used a whole bottle of lens cleaner, but you know, that smell?" He shook his head. "I couldn't go in there anymore without smelling her."
"I understand," Sherlock said, folding his hand over Morgan's. "The woman diddled with my microscope once."
Morgan scowled. "She is a menace. Irresistible, but a menace."
* * *
"So there we were in her parlor, guns pointed at all of us, and this prat yelling at me to open the safe --"
"You're pretty quick, akamai, you must've figured out the combination by then," Morgan said.
"Her measurements," Sherlock said.
"This one time, she locked me out of my own laptop by changing the password to her IQ number and Myers-Briggs letters," Morgan admitted.
"Not a bit vain, is she then?" Sherlock said dryly.
* * *
"So what did she have on you?" Sherlock asked.
"Bitch stole my asteroid," Morgan sulked into his mango daiquiri. "She copied the streak plates onto her phone, then wiped the whole night's data from Mauna Kea Observatories. Blamed it on me, ruined my career."
"Ah yes, the invincible phone," Sherlock said.
Morgan snarled. "Not so invincible once Ash got ahold of it," he said. "But it took Midge a week to find the woman and pickpocket the phone, so the fact that Ash hacked it in half an hour didn't help. Some barney in Oklahoma already claimed my asteroid as his and named it after his dog."
"Half an hour?" Sherlock said. "You really must introduce me to this Ash of yours."
---
References
Morgan uses Hawaiian slang ...
akamai -- (noun) genius, expert; (adjective) smart, sharp, intelligent.
barney -- amateur, newbie.
brah -- brother, dude, man.
lolo -- (noun) nutcase, idiot. (adjective) crazy, wacky.
talk story -- converse, share news; in this context, "tell me your story."
[To be continued in Part 2 ...]
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Date: 2012-09-11 05:16 am (UTC)You're welcome!
Date: 2012-09-11 05:54 am (UTC)Watch for the other installments daily this week.
Also...
Date: 2012-09-11 05:56 am (UTC)Re: Also...
Date: 2012-09-13 05:17 am (UTC)* Not one of my usual locutions. Your Sherlock has been influencing me!
Re: Also...
Date: 2012-09-13 05:42 am (UTC)Cool.
>> I've started to reread The Book of Night with Moon. <<
That's one of my favorites.
>>* Not one of my usual locutions. Your Sherlock has been influencing me! <<
*happydance* I love it when my writing touches people so much.
One of the things I always enjoy about Sherlock is his vocabulary. I don't have to try and figure out how to shorten mine. *ponder* Which actually is true for most of the Schrodinger's Heroes characters too.
Re: Also...
Date: 2012-09-13 05:59 am (UTC)