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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.

Begin with Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4. 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 5

Sherlock stood up abruptly. He stalked away from the table, arms wrapped tightly around his torso. John started to follow him. Timely intervention notwithstanding, Sherlock was obviously shaken by the encounter, and there was no telling what other surprises he might stumble over.

Quinn came to the rescue again, deftly steering him toward the common room. "Come on, I'll show you the entertainment centre," he said. He got Sherlock settled on the couch and draped a garish blanket over him.

Sherlock flung it off as usual. Then he hesitated, and snatched up the blanket again to examine it more closely. He seemed to see something in it, for he wrapped himself in it and sprawled lengthwise along the cushions. To John it was just a jumble of purple, grey, black, and white stripes -- as if someone had got into a craft box and decided to use up all the odd bits of leftover yarn.

With Sherlock so ostentatiously hogging the couch, John took the loveseat. He wanted to sit next to Sherlock, but Sherlock detested fussing. So John kept his distance, however reluctantly. It was particularly difficult when Sherlock covered his face with his hands again.

"Life here can be a bit overwhelming at times," Quinn observed. "You might want to leave yourself some space for the unexpected."

"This is my hard drive," Sherlock snapped, framing his head with his hands. "It makes sense to only put things in there that are useful. Ordinary people fill their heads with all kinds of rubbish."

"They do, don't they?" Quinn said. "Catch is, around here you never know what will prove useful. So it helps to have a whole render farm worth of smart people and, as I said, try to allow for the unexpected. You know, update your database."

Sherlock diverted that line of argument. "You promised me entertainment."

Quinn handed Sherlock a remote control and pointed out the enormous flatscreen, the sound system, several different gaming consoles, and assorted other equipment. Sherlock hummed in concentration and soon lost himself in crap telly. John considered that much better than working up to another panic attack.

Instead of taking one of the armchairs, Quinn sat on the loveseat next to John. That was odd, but John found it less intrusive than he might have predicted. "Do you get a lot of hallucinations and holograms around here?" he asked quietly.

"Sometimes," Quinn said. "Of course, much of my experience comes from personal exploration and observing other people's adventures. I was pretty familiar with unexpected excitement before Alex broke the universe." John might possibly have goggled a bit at that last part. "Don't worry, she fixed it -- as well as it could be, anyway."

John let that slide in favour of asking, "How reliable are those techniques you described earlier?"

"Fairly reliable. Hallucinations, holograms, illusions in general -- it's usually possible to identify those without too much trouble," Quinn said. "Doppelgangers, now, those can cause serious problems. You have to know each other so well that you can tell who's for real and who isn't even if someone's telling very compelling lies."

* * *

Notes:

Some of Sherlock's lines are paraphrased from "The Great Game."


[To be concluded in Part 6 ...]

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Date: 2012-11-17 08:30 am (UTC)
technoshaman: Tux (Default)
From: [personal profile] technoshaman
*grins* quilting and knitting.... :)

Doppelgangers. oh, what is that writer's law that if you see an X that's out of place in Act 1, it needs using by Act 5?

Nice way to end the day, to have One More Part. And you are up *very* late... sleep well!

Re: Thoughts

Date: 2012-11-17 03:45 pm (UTC)
technoshaman: Tux (Default)
From: [personal profile] technoshaman
Interestingly (sadly?) I've become a morning person since moving to the Left Coast... OTOH, given a weekend and sufficient inducement, I can stay up *fairly* late... :)

Meanwhile, oooh, more bits to read :)

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Date: 2012-11-17 01:34 pm (UTC)
siliconshaman: black cat against the moon (Default)
From: [personal profile] siliconshaman
Chekhov's gun principle, after the Russian playwright, not the navigator from Star Trek.

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Date: 2012-11-17 03:39 pm (UTC)
technoshaman: Tux (Default)
From: [personal profile] technoshaman
That's the bunny! But, it *was* Russian inewention! :)

Re: Hmm...

Date: 2012-11-17 07:50 pm (UTC)
siliconshaman: black cat against the moon (Default)
From: [personal profile] siliconshaman
Well, context is key. after all if you're on a military base, or in Texas, then a gun is part of the scenery... until it isn't.

As you say, you need to break the rules sometimes, because otherwise there's no surprise.

Hmmmm.... one wonders how that could be applied in a broader sense to this context. Subverting the paradigm in interesting new ways... although with the Teft subverting reality, bending a paradigm is practically a daily occurrence.

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Date: 2012-11-18 02:14 am (UTC)
thnidu: Tom Baker's Dr. Who, as an anthropomorphic hamster, in front of the Tardis. ©C.T.D'Alessio http://tinyurl.com/9q2gkko (Dr. Whomster)
From: [personal profile] thnidu
the navigator from Star Trek

whose last name is Chekov, without the "h". That would make his name Павел Чеков, while the playwright is Антон Чехов.

Re: Yes...

Date: 2012-11-19 02:08 am (UTC)
thnidu: my familiar. "Beanie Baby" -type dragon, red with white wings (Default)
From: [personal profile] thnidu
:-) I was hoping it would be.

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