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This story fills a square on my second card for the [community profile] cottoncandy_bingo fest. This fest encourages people to create and share material focused on what is variously called fluff, schmoop, gentle fiction, light reading, comfort reading, positive thinking, chicken soup for the soul, or anything else that offers a fun alternative to usual run of sex, violence, and angst of modern media. 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.

This is a crossover with BBC Sherlock. You can read how these characters found each other in "THE Woman" and formed a team in "Texas Sunrise," "Seeing Things," "Fighting Through the Fog," and "Still Alive." The background for inanimate objects with personalities may be found in "Getting a Room" and "Scarlett Bond."


Fandom: BBC Sherlock and Original (Schrodinger's Heroes)
Prompt: Window
Medium: Fiction
Summary: Sherlock discovers Scarlett, and approaches her with his usual grace and civility. John and Pat deal with the aftermath.
Content Notes: Humor. Flangst. Hurt/comfort. Sherlock is sometimes an idiot. Scarlett is a lady. This is Pat's tolerant face.


"Studying Scarlett"


"Look, John!" said Sherlock. "Pat left his window partway down." He eyed the red sportscar.

"Sherlock, leave Pat's car alone," John said. "He's rather possessive of it, in case you hadn't noticed."

"Oh, don't be silly," Sherlock said. "I won't put a scratch on it. I just want to peep at the gear. It seems quite novel." He snaked one long arm in the window and groped for the handle of the door.

Sherlock looked hilarious, wiggling around like that. John just hoped that he wouldn't get stuck in the window.

The car honked, a short sharp blast. It didn't sound like any theft alarm John had heard before. He recalled that odd things could happen around here. "Sherlock, really, I think you should let the car alone."

Instead of withdrawing, Sherlock gave an extra shove, his arm disappearing almost to the shoulder. "I've almost got --"

The window rolled down, the door flicked open, and Sherlock went tumbling with a pained yelp. He landed on the ground clutching his crotch.

John scrambled to his side. "I told you to leave the car alone," he scolded, checking for injuries. Fortunately there was nothing other than the obvious bruising.

The car door slammed itself and the window rolled up.

"I didn't touch the handle," Sherlock wheezed. "Couldn't reach it."

"Come on, let's get you inside," John said, hauling Sherlock upright.

Sherlock hobbled along beside him, whinging the whole way. "I think someone has a, a radio controller or something. It must be," he muttered.

John led them to the kitchen where Pat was preparing lunch. "Pat, could we have an ice --"

Pat was already holding an ice pack.

John glared at him. "Can't see the car from here, so how would you know we needed that unless Sherlock's right and you did use a radio controller?"

"Scarlett told me," Pat said quietly. "Like most folks, she doesn't appreciate strangers entering her body without an invitation."

"You have a ... car that thinks? That talks to you somehow?" John said as he took the ice pack from Pat. He pushed Sherlock into a chair and carefully applied the ice.

"Scarlett and I have a mental bond," Pat said. "It happened by itself. Comes in handy for preventing theft, as you can imagine. She's very assertive."

John chuckled. "No wonder she popped him in the bollocks," he said. He couldn't blame her. I always hear 'punch me in the face' when you're speaking, but it's usually subtext.

"It makes an effective warning," Pat said. "She wouldn't really injure him unless he tried to hurt her, though."

John couldn't help flashing on some of the nastier vehicular wounds he'd treated in the past. It wasn't hard for a car to kill someone. A car that was a person, that could plan attacks -- she could have broken Sherlock's arm with the window, if she'd meant to, or perhaps driven off and dragged him. John realised, now, that she had quite deliberately rolled down the window so Sherlock could fall free when she shoved him with her door. She had even warned him with the horn, before she hit him. John wasn't sure that he himself would have shown that much restraint to someone trying to force entry to his own body. Yet this Scarlett had. That was ... interesting.

"So why did she have the window partway down?" John wondered. "You can't have just left it by accident; if she controls it, she could just roll it up herself, right?"

"She likes the fresh air, sometimes," Pat said. "Usually it's safe here."

"Sherlock, I think you owe the lady an apology," John said.

Sherlock shifted the ice pack in his lap. "Yes, John, I'm sure that will be essential to my goals," he said. "An intelligent car? I'm hardly going to accept that without further study --"

"Bloody hell, Sherlock, don't piss her off! She could break your arm next time, or kill you," John snapped.

"-- from a safe distance, of course," Sherlock conceded.

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Date: 2012-12-06 03:31 pm (UTC)
technoshaman: Tux (Default)
From: [personal profile] technoshaman
Oooooh. Very interesting on *multiple* levels. First, you weren't kidding when you said this particular Sherlock is *completely* amoral... which leads me to wonder: What led him to - without thinking too much about it - side with the Heroes when they were under attack instead of just bugging out? Quid-pro-quo for the Heroes' favours? or is he considering this home for the moment? Or something entirely different?

Second... Pat's reaction to his lady's having been violated... gotta wonder what he's thinking under there... he's a lot calmer about it than I would've been... 'course, the idea that Sherlock never really had a chance against her might've had something to do with that?

Three... this is such a *thinky* one, and yet I still smile, not frown even in concentration... definitely sharing. :)

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