Story: "Texas Sunrise" (Part 4 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.
Begin this story 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."
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 4
"Pat will be in later," Quinn said as they sat down. "He's a bit possessive of the kitchen, but he lets me use it before he gets here."
"I met him last night," John said. "He helped Chris bundle Morgan into the van." The tea was waking him up nicely. The French toast tasted better than most of what he'd had in restaurants.
"Pat likes taking care of people," Ash said.
"Will you and Sherlock be staying long?" Quinn asked.
John's eyes narrowed. "I don't recall Ash mentioning Sherlock to you," he said.
"I've seen your blog and his website," Quinn said with a shrug. "I'm a consultant, among other things, so I like to keep an eye on the more notable personages in the field. The world's only consulting detective has a certain cachet, our different specialties notwithstanding."
That was altogether a more thoughtful flavour of admiration than the usual internet fans, let alone the most common response to Sherlock ("Piss off!") in John's observation. Something about the fellow plucked at his attention. "Might you be quinnleaf1534 ...?" he wondered.
Quinn grinned. "That's me," he said.
"You drove Sherlock daft with those comments," John said, laughing. "He really views his consulting as an expert-level pastime, not a business."
"I gathered that from his singular reply," Quinn said. "Well, it's his choice how to promote himself, or not. I doubt he realises how much you've done for his reputation."
John looked away, not wanting to open that argument with such a new acquaintance, previous brush online notwithstanding. "I'm just his blogger," John demurred. He gazed out over the brightening desert, taking comfort in its serenity.
That was when a horrid monster shuffled into the room.
[To be concluded in Part 5 ...]
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.
Begin this story 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."
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 4
"Pat will be in later," Quinn said as they sat down. "He's a bit possessive of the kitchen, but he lets me use it before he gets here."
"I met him last night," John said. "He helped Chris bundle Morgan into the van." The tea was waking him up nicely. The French toast tasted better than most of what he'd had in restaurants.
"Pat likes taking care of people," Ash said.
"Will you and Sherlock be staying long?" Quinn asked.
John's eyes narrowed. "I don't recall Ash mentioning Sherlock to you," he said.
"I've seen your blog and his website," Quinn said with a shrug. "I'm a consultant, among other things, so I like to keep an eye on the more notable personages in the field. The world's only consulting detective has a certain cachet, our different specialties notwithstanding."
That was altogether a more thoughtful flavour of admiration than the usual internet fans, let alone the most common response to Sherlock ("Piss off!") in John's observation. Something about the fellow plucked at his attention. "Might you be quinnleaf1534 ...?" he wondered.
Quinn grinned. "That's me," he said.
"You drove Sherlock daft with those comments," John said, laughing. "He really views his consulting as an expert-level pastime, not a business."
"I gathered that from his singular reply," Quinn said. "Well, it's his choice how to promote himself, or not. I doubt he realises how much you've done for his reputation."
John looked away, not wanting to open that argument with such a new acquaintance, previous brush online notwithstanding. "I'm just his blogger," John demurred. He gazed out over the brightening desert, taking comfort in its serenity.
That was when a horrid monster shuffled into the room.
[To be concluded in Part 5 ...]
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Date: 2012-11-11 04:15 pm (UTC)*laugh*
Date: 2012-11-11 09:56 pm (UTC)