Story: "Unbridled Scold" Part 2 of 2
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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. To see how these characters met, read "THE Woman." See also "Browser History," inspired by comments on "Unbridled Scold."
Fandoms: BBC Sherlock/Original (Schrodinger's Heroes)
Kink: Humiliation (verbal)
Medium: Fiction
Summary/Preview: Mycroft calls Alex to demand the return of Sherlock and John. This is a mistake.
Additional Information: Spoilers for "The Reichenbach Fall" and other episodes. Canonical asexual character (Ash). Canonical woman of color (Ash). Oblique references to abusive and manipulative behavior. Protective!Alex. Hacker!Ash. John and Sherlock are bemused. And haven't we all wanted to tell Mycroft where to get off.
"Unbridled Scold" Part 2
Sherlock had grown quite focused by now, steepling his fingers and staring at Alex. John was not certain whether this was a good sign or a bad sign.
"Do you remember that little matter you discussed with Sherlock in Buckingham Palace?" Alex said to Mycroft. "It took Ash twenty minutes to hack that phone. You do the math. If you can get your overly tight-laced shoes off."
John barked a laugh.
"You're not the only person with a stake in this matter," Alex went on. "Do not underestimate either my concern or my resources."
Sherlock grabbed the phone from Alex and said, "Know when you are beaten," then handed it back.
Alex clucked her tongue and said to Mycroft, "Your brother gives good advice. Why don't you ever listen to him? You should try it, some time, instead of just preaching at him."
John privately thought the world would be a much better place if everyone would do that.
"If you truly respected Sherlock, you wouldn't want to manipulate him all the time. But have it your way," Alex said with a sigh. "That was your final warning." She hung up.
"What are you planning to do next?" John asked warily.
Alex showed him her teeth. "Oh, I'm not doing anything."
"You expect him Mycroft to stop after one conversation?" Sherlock said.
"No," Alex said, "two."
"Whatever do you mean by --" Sherlock began.
The phone rang again. "Hello, Mrs. Holmes," Alex said in a perfectly civil tone.
John and Sherlock both froze.
"Of course," Alex said. She handed the phone to Sherlock and instructed, "Say something to your mother."
"I like it here. I want to stay. Make Mycroft leave us alone!" Sherlock said, his voice high and tense. Then he handed the phone back.
"There you have it," Alex said. "Yes, of course I'll take good care of Sherlock and John; I'm very fond of them already. You have a nice day too." Then she hung up.
Sherlock gave her a perplexed look.
"Because she's your mother and she loves you, even if she isn't always good at showing it," Alex said, as if Sherlock had asked a perfectly clear question.
Well, at least Sherlock had people who spoke his language now, John decided. That had to be a good thing.
Alex was flushed and grinning, bouncing a little on the cushions.
"You ... you got off on that!" John exclaimed. "You were teasing Mycroft on purpose."
"Why yes," Alex said brightly. "I don't torment foolish people for no good reason, but give me a legitimate target and -- well, it feels grand to let loose every once in a while." She stood up and stretched luxuriously. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some personal business to take care of." She sauntered out of the room.
"Let's watch a movie," Sherlock said abruptly, "something with many loud explosions."
* * *
Notes:
Alex makes use of the eight verbal attack patterns, a more subtle, sophisticated, and devastating linguistic strategy than name-calling alone.
~ CASE CLOSED ~
kink_bingo fest. This fest encourages people to push the limits of their comfort zone by creating erotica, pr0n, smut, and other sexy stuff in the many flavors of kinky, sensual, and otherwise exotic activities. 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. To see how these characters met, read "THE Woman." See also "Browser History," inspired by comments on "Unbridled Scold."
Fandoms: BBC Sherlock/Original (Schrodinger's Heroes)
Kink: Humiliation (verbal)
Medium: Fiction
Summary/Preview: Mycroft calls Alex to demand the return of Sherlock and John. This is a mistake.
Additional Information: Spoilers for "The Reichenbach Fall" and other episodes. Canonical asexual character (Ash). Canonical woman of color (Ash). Oblique references to abusive and manipulative behavior. Protective!Alex. Hacker!Ash. John and Sherlock are bemused. And haven't we all wanted to tell Mycroft where to get off.
"Unbridled Scold" Part 2
Sherlock had grown quite focused by now, steepling his fingers and staring at Alex. John was not certain whether this was a good sign or a bad sign.
"Do you remember that little matter you discussed with Sherlock in Buckingham Palace?" Alex said to Mycroft. "It took Ash twenty minutes to hack that phone. You do the math. If you can get your overly tight-laced shoes off."
John barked a laugh.
"You're not the only person with a stake in this matter," Alex went on. "Do not underestimate either my concern or my resources."
Sherlock grabbed the phone from Alex and said, "Know when you are beaten," then handed it back.
Alex clucked her tongue and said to Mycroft, "Your brother gives good advice. Why don't you ever listen to him? You should try it, some time, instead of just preaching at him."
John privately thought the world would be a much better place if everyone would do that.
"If you truly respected Sherlock, you wouldn't want to manipulate him all the time. But have it your way," Alex said with a sigh. "That was your final warning." She hung up.
"What are you planning to do next?" John asked warily.
Alex showed him her teeth. "Oh, I'm not doing anything."
"You expect him Mycroft to stop after one conversation?" Sherlock said.
"No," Alex said, "two."
"Whatever do you mean by --" Sherlock began.
The phone rang again. "Hello, Mrs. Holmes," Alex said in a perfectly civil tone.
John and Sherlock both froze.
"Of course," Alex said. She handed the phone to Sherlock and instructed, "Say something to your mother."
"I like it here. I want to stay. Make Mycroft leave us alone!" Sherlock said, his voice high and tense. Then he handed the phone back.
"There you have it," Alex said. "Yes, of course I'll take good care of Sherlock and John; I'm very fond of them already. You have a nice day too." Then she hung up.
Sherlock gave her a perplexed look.
"Because she's your mother and she loves you, even if she isn't always good at showing it," Alex said, as if Sherlock had asked a perfectly clear question.
Well, at least Sherlock had people who spoke his language now, John decided. That had to be a good thing.
Alex was flushed and grinning, bouncing a little on the cushions.
"You ... you got off on that!" John exclaimed. "You were teasing Mycroft on purpose."
"Why yes," Alex said brightly. "I don't torment foolish people for no good reason, but give me a legitimate target and -- well, it feels grand to let loose every once in a while." She stood up and stretched luxuriously. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some personal business to take care of." She sauntered out of the room.
"Let's watch a movie," Sherlock said abruptly, "something with many loud explosions."
* * *
Notes:
Alex makes use of the eight verbal attack patterns, a more subtle, sophisticated, and devastating linguistic strategy than name-calling alone.
~ CASE CLOSED ~
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Date: 2013-01-06 06:52 am (UTC)I'm with Alex. I *love* a good ass-kicking. Especially of the pass-the-popcorn type. :)
Yes...
Date: 2013-01-06 07:31 am (UTC)