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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. 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 4

Sherlock listened. The sounds in the air painted a foggy image in his mind. He concentrated, shutting out all the distractions, until he could aim.

Then he popped out of cover and shot the small yeti-bear in the knee, below the small ball of Alex's body. (Direct hit. Mobility reduced by half.) It wailed. Alex rolled free.

The large yeti-bear released Bailey to run for safety. The wounded leader hobbled after it. Bailey and Alex scrambled for cover. (No visible injuries.) Sherlock trained his gun on the leader.

"Let them go," Quinn said. He caught Sherlock's wrist just as he was about to fire again. "Leave them for the big guns in Security. We don't need to hold the fight here with the hostages free."

Sherlock wanted to chase, wanted to hunt. Still, logic dictated that larger guns would fare better against such massive targets. (Note: acquire rifle or machine gun soonest.) Grudgingly Sherlock lowered his hand.

"Back to the control room," Alex panted as she hurried past them. "Saw their gear, got an idea!" (Brilliant woman.) Alex ran heedless of threats.

Bailey and Quinn closed to protect her flanks as she went. Sherlock fell into step behind them, guarding the rear. This was John's work, really, not his but he'd do his best. Get back to the control room, find space to think --

They tumbled into their places. Alex rapped out something on her console that made the screens flare with colored light. Symbols flickered faster than even Sherlock could read.

Gunfire sounded outside. (Fast exchange: firefight. Slow, careful: finishing shots.) Kay's voice came over the comm again, "All enemies accounted for, dead or fled back to their dimension. No casualties. Tef status?"

"Tef is secure, analysis in progress to prevent recursion," Alex said.

"Temporary hostage situation resolved, everyone safe and uninjured," Bailey reported.

"Stand down?" Alex asked.

"Stand down," Kay said. "Good job, people."

Sherlock sagged in his chair, which shifted unpleasantly under him. His eyeballs felt three sizes too big for his head. His ears ached with the cottony muffle of too much gunfire in enclosed space. His heart pounded, not helping any of those things. And he was grinning so hard that his face hurt.

Even with a hangover and somehow having got himself split off from John and not really knowing what the devil was going on, Sherlock loved it. Yes! It's Christmas! he thought to himself. He never wanted to leave here.

Because when was the last time Sherlock had felt so far out of his depth? It was uncomfortable yet exhilirating. When had he ever had so much room to grow? He couldn't recall. Oh, Moriarty had led him a merry chase, but that had turned hideously bitter in the end and besides, it had only been a game. It hadn't been -- this was like a puzzle when he didn't even have all the pieces yet. And nobody had gotten hurt. Sherlock felt sure that would matter to John.

It was Christmas and Chanukah and whatever other silly holidays ordinary people celebrated, all at once. Sherlock couldn't wait to pull the cracker and get to the prize inside.


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Date: 2012-12-03 06:14 pm (UTC)
technoshaman: Tux (Default)
From: [personal profile] technoshaman
Awwww! What a happy ChrisYulNukkah gift! :)

Re: Yay!

Date: 2014-12-28 06:34 am (UTC)
technoshaman: Tux (Default)
From: [personal profile] technoshaman
It brings a smile two years on. Happy #allthedays, my friend.

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Date: 2012-12-03 07:38 pm (UTC)
thnidu: Lucy bright and bold. Lucida Bright font, boldface: backslash, small-o, slash: YAY!! (yay)
From: [personal profile] thnidu

"Tef is secure, analysis in progress to prevent recursion," -- recurrence?

Re: Thoughts

Date: 2012-12-03 10:14 pm (UTC)
thnidu: my familiar. "Beanie Baby" -type dragon, red with white wings (Default)
From: [personal profile] thnidu

I know "recursion", both generally & in the IT sense. I just didn't know it in Teferactuality.

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Date: 2012-12-08 05:03 am (UTC)
mdlbear: the positively imaginary half of a cubic mandelbrot set (Default)
From: [personal profile] mdlbear
I know that feeling! I'm usually pretty timid about pushing my boundaries on my own, but I often enjoy it when circumstances (like my new job, right now) throw me over the edge. Maybe it's just because I love learning new things.


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