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This story fills a square on my card for the [community profile] hc_bingo fest. This fest encourages the creation of boundary-pushing material that explores what happens when things go horribly wrong and people actually care about each other. I'm hoping to attract some new readers for my writing.

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.

Skip ahead to Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6.  This is a crossover with BBC Sherlock. You can read how these characters found each other in "THE Woman," and the beginning of the morning after in "Texas Sunrise."  Additional inspiration came from a thread with [personal profile] siliconshaman[personal profile] jeshyr, and [personal profile] thnidu.

Fandoms: BBC Sherlock / Original: Schrodinger's Heroes
H/C: Panic attacks
Medium: Fiction
Summary/Preview: Sherlock, who does not deal well with bizarre surprises, has moved into a place where those are ubiquitous. Also he is hungover. Won't this be fun?
Content Notes: Spoilers for BBC Sherlock Season 2. Home cooking. Friendship. Tentacles. Happy ending.

"Seeing Things" Part 1

John Watson savoured his breakfast and his tea as he watched people come and go through the room. Ash and Tim wandered off to do something computer-related. Pat arrived, tidy and alert despite having fetched his friend Morgan -- along with Sherlock and John -- home from a bar the previous night. Quinn wisely ceded the kitchen to Pat, staying at the table with John.

Something whirred out of sight in the kitchen, louder than the coffee maker but quieter than an ordinary blender. The birds were singing outside the window. The sky had lost its last rosy tinge and turned a clear, pure blue. John finished his Canadian bacon.

Morgan slunk into the room looking much the worse for wear. His gilded copper skin seemed paler than it had last night, and his straight black hair had obviously been pulled into a ponytail without benefit of a brush first. His wraparound starscape t-shirt had the tag hanging out the front of its neck.

"Morgan's up, Pat," Quinn called to the kitchen.

Morgan winced at the sound, though Quinn's voice hadn't been very loud. He slouched into place at the table. As he scooted in, the chair scraped clumsily against the floor.

Pat came out of the kitchen carrying a glass of orange juice and a plate of dry toast. "Good morning, Morgan," he said as he set them down.

"Mm," Morgan said. He alternated sips of juice with nibbles of toast. John kept an eye on him, but he seemed to be improving. Something whirred in the kitchen again.

Sherlock trudged into the room not long after that. He wore a navy blue shirt with a teapot on the front. Tea shirt, John thought, and chuckled.

"Sherlock's up, Pat," Quinn announced.

"I think I'm seeing things," Sherlock muttered as he sat down beside John. "Someone cooked breakfast and it's not you? Why bother? Who even does this?"

"Normal people make breakfast every day," John said. "Say thank you to Quinn and Pat."

"No normal people around here," Morgan mumbled around a piece of toast. "You'll have to make do with us."

[To be continued in Part 2 ...]

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Date: 2012-11-14 06:17 am (UTC)
technoshaman: Tux (Default)
From: [personal profile] technoshaman
*LOL* YOU! I see what you did there! I'm sorely tempted to drop-ship you that shirt... :)

Morgan, brah, "make do"... oh, I wish I had to "make do" with you lot. :)


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