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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.  Skip to 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" and "Seeing Things."


Fandoms: BBC Sherlock / Original: Schrodinger's Heroes
H/C: Hostages
Medium: Fiction
Summary/Preview: Sherlock is hungover when the incursion alarm sound and hostile aliens burst into the Teferact compound. He struggles to get his brain working enough to figure out what's going on. He's almost fast enough.
Content Notes: Consequences of overindulgence in alcohol. Alien invasion. Problem-solving and teamwork. Combat violence. Safe ending.


"Fighting Through the Fog" Part 2

"Come on, Sherlock, let's not split the team any more than we have to," Quinn said, towing Sherlock to what turned out to be the control room. (Mismatched colors of casing and keys: customized equipment.) "Have a seat."

Nowhere in the room was there a stationary chair. They all had wheels and those odd little columns that let the seat spin about. Sherlock sat down and tried to keep his chair as steady as possible. His head was spinning enough already.

Alex and Ash settled into some complicated dance over the control boards. Tim had his own station, and he stayed there. This made it feasible for Sherlock to look the other way, as watching Tim move still made him feel vaguely queasy. Bailey shifted back and forth between them, offering support wherever needed.

"These are the most important areas of the Teflon Tesseract," said Quinn as he brought a map onscreen. (Excellent image quality: generous budget.) "We're in the control room here."

"Likely motive," Sherlock said. "People would want to take over a key nexus such as this."

"Yes, we've had a lot of that," Quinn said. "Supplies are here, armory here."

"Unlikely," Sherlock said. "Whatever you have might not suit their needs -- unless you have real treasure tucked away somewhere."

"A few," Quinn admitted. "Those are mostly locked in the labs."

"Possible motive, depending on whether anyone else knows about them," Sherlock said. What else did people commit crimes for? Lust, always popular, did not seem relevant in this case. Money, another favorite, also seemed implausible. Territory, treasure ... ah, information! "Could someone derive useful data from your system?"

"No," said Ash without so much as looking over her shoulder.

Sherlock opened his mouth to argue, but then an alcohol-soaked memory surfaced. Ash had hacked THE woman's phone. If she said the system was secure, then it probably was, unless ... "Would anyone else know that, or would they think they could access it?" he asked.

"People have tried before," Quinn said.

"Likely motive," Sherlock decided. Now to narrow the possibilities to the most probable so they could thwart it ... and his brain skidded again. At a crime scene, he would know how to narrow his ideas down to the correct conclusion. Here, though, he had no hint how to read giant furry things for clues of their intentions.

"They're a small group, so probably hit-and-run rather than bridgehead invasion," said Quinn. "Don't worry about the treasure hunting -- anything genuinely dangerous is well out of their reach, anything less they can just have."

"That leaves this control room as a likely target and necessary to defend," Sherlock said.


[To be continued in Part 3 ...]

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Date: 2012-12-02 02:30 am (UTC)
thnidu: painting: a girl pulling a red wagon piled almost to her own height of books along a sidewalk (books)
From: [personal profile] thnidu
I like this, and I like the (Datum: deduction) snapshots of Sherlock's thoughts. If you've used that device before, I haven't seen it, but I've only read a couple of your Sherlock eps.

Re: Thank you!

Date: 2012-12-02 03:33 am (UTC)
thnidu: my familiar. "Beanie Baby" -type dragon, red with white wings (Default)
From: [personal profile] thnidu
a time-dilation story from Sherlock's perspective

Oo, yeah.

Quinn goes into high gear analyzing Sherlock's panic attack...

And then this:
Here, though, he had no hint how to read giant furry things for clues of their intentions.

"They're a small group, so probably hit-and-run rather than bridgehead invasion," said Quinn. "Don't worry about the treasure hunting -- anything genuinely dangerous is well out of their reach, anything less they can just have."
Edited Date: 2012-12-02 03:50 am (UTC)

Re: Thank you!

Date: 2012-12-03 01:28 am (UTC)
thnidu: my familiar. "Beanie Baby" -type dragon, red with white wings (Default)
From: [personal profile] thnidu
:-)

two bales of hay

Date: 2017-03-09 04:55 am (UTC)
callibr8: icon courtesy of Wyld_Dandelyon (Default)
From: [personal profile] callibr8
Such a dilemma you leave for the poor follow-on reader...

Shall I zip over to the next segment of story, or read the comment threads on this one?

Fortunately, this is a case where each choice has merits, *and* neither eliminates the other.

WHEW!!!

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