Story: "Texas Sunrise" (Part 1 of 5)
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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. Skip to Part 3, Part 4, Part 5. You can read how these characters found each other in "THE Woman."
Fandom: BBC Sherlock and Original (Schrodinger's Heroes)
Prompt: Sunrise / Sunset
Medium: Fiction
Summary: John Watson wakes up in the Teferact compound and meets some of the other members of Schrodinger's Heroes, a process that ranges from charming to nerve-wracking.
Content Notes: Morning routines. Flangst. Oblique references to previous canon-typical mayhem. Happy ending.
"Texas Sunrise" (Part 1)
John Watson woke early and all in a crisp instant, as he had learned in the army. The warm dry air with its faint tang of dust reminded him that he was in Texas. Sherlock lay beside him, snoring obnoxiously as he did only after a night of hard drinking. The wind sounded outside the window, then fell still again.
John slipped out of bed and padded over to the window. A pale, pale primrose yellow was just creeping into the sky. Some unfamiliar bird twittered outside.
There would be no getting back to sleep. John took a turn in the bathroom and noticed that someone had thoughtfully left two sets of clean clothing on the counter. Probably Ash, John mused, fingering the black t-shirt with a "Help" button on the front. Sherlock had certainly stumbled across some interesting new friends this time. John got dressed and went out to check him.
Sherlock sprawled on his back. John rolled him carefully onto his side. He also made sure the wastebasket was in reach of the bed, just in case Sherlock woke up on the wrong side of a hangover before John returned.
Outside their room, the hallway seemed straight, although John recalled Ash telling him that their facility actually curved around to make a huge ring. There had been mention of a kitchen, and where there was a kitchen there might be tea -- or at least coffee, this being America. The wind whistled again.
John tilted his head, listening. Perhaps it wasn't the wind after all. The sound plucked at him, breathy and sweet. He followed it. A glass door let him out into the centre of the ring, long low building stretching off into the distance on both sides.
Above him the sky was a paling blue, warming to peach at the eastern edge of the bowl. A few wisps of purple cloud clung to the horizon there. In the west, the last few stars were just guttering out.
[To be continued in Part 2 ...]
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. Skip to Part 3, Part 4, Part 5. You can read how these characters found each other in "THE Woman."
Fandom: BBC Sherlock and Original (Schrodinger's Heroes)
Prompt: Sunrise / Sunset
Medium: Fiction
Summary: John Watson wakes up in the Teferact compound and meets some of the other members of Schrodinger's Heroes, a process that ranges from charming to nerve-wracking.
Content Notes: Morning routines. Flangst. Oblique references to previous canon-typical mayhem. Happy ending.
"Texas Sunrise" (Part 1)
John Watson woke early and all in a crisp instant, as he had learned in the army. The warm dry air with its faint tang of dust reminded him that he was in Texas. Sherlock lay beside him, snoring obnoxiously as he did only after a night of hard drinking. The wind sounded outside the window, then fell still again.
John slipped out of bed and padded over to the window. A pale, pale primrose yellow was just creeping into the sky. Some unfamiliar bird twittered outside.
There would be no getting back to sleep. John took a turn in the bathroom and noticed that someone had thoughtfully left two sets of clean clothing on the counter. Probably Ash, John mused, fingering the black t-shirt with a "Help" button on the front. Sherlock had certainly stumbled across some interesting new friends this time. John got dressed and went out to check him.
Sherlock sprawled on his back. John rolled him carefully onto his side. He also made sure the wastebasket was in reach of the bed, just in case Sherlock woke up on the wrong side of a hangover before John returned.
Outside their room, the hallway seemed straight, although John recalled Ash telling him that their facility actually curved around to make a huge ring. There had been mention of a kitchen, and where there was a kitchen there might be tea -- or at least coffee, this being America. The wind whistled again.
John tilted his head, listening. Perhaps it wasn't the wind after all. The sound plucked at him, breathy and sweet. He followed it. A glass door let him out into the centre of the ring, long low building stretching off into the distance on both sides.
Above him the sky was a paling blue, warming to peach at the eastern edge of the bowl. A few wisps of purple cloud clung to the horizon there. In the west, the last few stars were just guttering out.
[To be continued in Part 2 ...]
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Date: 2012-11-09 01:42 pm (UTC)Yes...
Date: 2012-11-09 07:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-11-09 03:05 pm (UTC)*giggles at the whole coffee vs. tea thing* This bein' Texas, he drawled, John is liable to find his tea *iced*. Having witnessed a lovely Brit's first encounter with such an animal...
She sniffed suspiciously, wrinkled her nose, and sniffed again, then sipped cautiously. "This" *sip* "is entirely" *sip* "almost" *sip* "unlike tea" *sip* "but I'm still drinking it!"
I *so* wish I'd had the presence of mind to video that. Her expression was *priceless* :)
Yay!
Date: 2012-11-09 09:37 pm (UTC)Re: Yay!
Date: 2012-11-09 09:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-03-09 06:30 pm (UTC)Thank you!
Date: 2014-03-09 06:36 pm (UTC)