This song's video premise, with John/Sherlock. Obviously John is going to be the BAMF killing ninjas to save Sherlock. Use of lyrics would be delicious as well. Slashy preferred but not necessary. <3
Are you in my head? I was going to prompt this when I saw the video yesterday but didn't get a chance to til now. Needless to say: SECONDED! Seconded so very hard!
Fill: Crossfire 1a/3longelatequeOctober 11 2010, 15:12:55 UTC
Whumped!Sherlock, BAMF!John, h/c, AU, mild J/S. Original title!Fail. It started with the video, then grew a life of its own :| Hope you like it!
I. Monday 23:30.His limbs had long been numbed by the grip of the ropes binding him to the chair and he had, with a little effort, relegated the pain from the beating he'd received to the status of a background annoyance. They hadn't damaged him seriously, after all, just enough to subdue him until they'd had him restrained. He'd emptied his bladder some time ago, earning a round of mockery from his captors, but the persistent irritation of his damp clothing was put aside too. He didn't have time for bodily distractions as he listened to their leader (in his sixties, probably; missing the smallest finger on the right hand) telling him how wrong it had all gone. He listened as impartially as possible as the man described in detail how little interest the gang (ex-armed forces, most of them) had in Sherlock other than as a means to an end: to act as bait for John. And when John arrived they
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Crossfire 1b/3longelatequeOctober 11 2010, 15:16:43 UTC
Sherlock was almost dozing by the time it started. One of the men (faint Newcastle - no, Gateshead accent) drew his colleagues' attention to something that was happening on screen and the leader ordered them out, leaving two guards behind to lock and bar the door. Sherlock tilted his head and listened. There was the sound of fighting outside, swordblades clashing and shouting. He was horrified to find himself mentally cheering for John when, if wishes had had any power at all, he should have been using every last iota of his strength to drive him away from a fight he couldn't possibly win; to persuade him to run as far and as fast as he could in the opposite direction
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Crossfire 2/3longelatequeOctober 11 2010, 15:19:18 UTC
II. Tuesday 0300.The interior of the car smelled like new leather, the scent persisting beneath the medicinal odour of the blanket draped over him, and the dust, blood and explosives that clung to John's skin. Mycroft sat directly opposite them, staring out of the window into the silent darkness to maintain the polite fiction that he wasn't cataloguing and analysing every movement that John and he made. The hum of the air conditioning and the tapping of Anthea's Blackberry keys were quietly soothing in their familiarity, and the numbness that had seized him when he had thought John was dead was beginning to clear
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Crossfire 3a/3longelatequeOctober 11 2010, 15:20:49 UTC
III. Tuesday 1615.
When he woke up again, it was with a panicked gasp, sitting bolt-upright before he'd realised how painful moving was going to be. His hands went to his rope-burned wrists, the warehouse he'd spent hours captive in clear before his eyes. If he was going to relive yesterday every time he slept then he was never going to sleep again, never, everHis surroundings came slowly into focus. He was in the tastefully decorated guest room which had once been his childhood bedroom, and he was bathed and dressed in clean pyjamas. There was a steaming mug of tea on the bedside table and John was sitting on the bed by his knees jabbering away at him. Sherlock grasped involuntarily at John's forearm, grounding himself, and John's hand closed over his, cool and steady. John who he'd thought he had lost
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Crossfire 3b/3longelatequeOctober 11 2010, 15:25:34 UTC
John gave a huff of laughter from behind him. "I was right about you, you are quite extraordinary. Take another deep breath. And another one, and tell me if this hurts."
"Ow!"
"Thought so. You've not broken anything, you've just been battered about and you've got some impressive bruising. I'd tell you to take it easy for a week or two if I thought there was any chance of you listening to me."
He helped Sherlock back into his t-shirt, and shifted so that he could see Sherlock's face.
"Officially, I deny everything, of course. But I can tell you this: I really am Doctor John Watson. I have a sister, Harry, who was married to Clara. I'm rubbish at computers, and I've never managed yet to get through the self-checkout at Sainsbury's without help. See?" he added, as Sherlock's lips twitched. "You do know me. I trained with Mike at Barts, and I was honestly just looking for a flat share when I met you. Nearly had a heart attack when I found out who you were, you look nothing like your brother, you know
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Re: Crossfire 3b/3longelatequeOctober 11 2010, 21:20:20 UTC
OP here, and can I just say, Um I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. Writer!Anon you are a beautiful beautiful person. THIS IS SO FANTASTIC. You made such a small idea into such a fantastic piece of writing. LITERALLY SPEECHLESS.
YOU WIN AT LIFE. LOVE THIS SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH. <3
(I never thought this would get filled and to have it filled in such a spectacular way is AMAZING. THANKS.)
Re: Crossfire 3b/3longelatequeOctober 12 2010, 19:40:16 UTC
*Is transfixed by Martin's sexy eyebrow of DOOM. ROWL.*
OHAI, yeah, the comment :)
I'm so pleased you liked it! It went totally off piste after the first section, so John only got to battle one bunch of ninjas. NEVER MIND SHERLOCK he will defeat them for you the next time. And the time after, too. You really need to look out for potential ninja captors a bit more closely.
I love that video, ludicrous as it is. The fic demanded to be written!
This song's video premise, with John/Sherlock. Obviously John is going to be the BAMF killing ninjas to save Sherlock. Use of lyrics would be delicious as well. Slashy preferred but not necessary. <3
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Needless to say:
SECONDED! Seconded so very hard!
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It started with the video, then grew a life of its own :| Hope you like it!
I. Monday 23:30.His limbs had long been numbed by the grip of the ropes binding him to the chair and he had, with a little effort, relegated the pain from the beating he'd received to the status of a background annoyance. They hadn't damaged him seriously, after all, just enough to subdue him until they'd had him restrained. He'd emptied his bladder some time ago, earning a round of mockery from his captors, but the persistent irritation of his damp clothing was put aside too. He didn't have time for bodily distractions as he listened to their leader (in his sixties, probably; missing the smallest finger on the right hand) telling him how wrong it had all gone. He listened as impartially as possible as the man described in detail how little interest the gang (ex-armed forces, most of them) had in Sherlock other than as a means to an end: to act as bait for John. And when John arrived they ( ... )
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When he woke up again, it was with a panicked gasp, sitting bolt-upright before he'd realised how painful moving was going to be. His hands went to his rope-burned wrists, the warehouse he'd spent hours captive in clear before his eyes. If he was going to relive yesterday every time he slept then he was never going to sleep again, never, everHis surroundings came slowly into focus. He was in the tastefully decorated guest room which had once been his childhood bedroom, and he was bathed and dressed in clean pyjamas. There was a steaming mug of tea on the bedside table and John was sitting on the bed by his knees jabbering away at him. Sherlock grasped involuntarily at John's forearm, grounding himself, and John's hand closed over his, cool and steady. John who he'd thought he had lost ( ... )
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"Ow!"
"Thought so. You've not broken anything, you've just been battered about and you've got some impressive bruising. I'd tell you to take it easy for a week or two if I thought there was any chance of you listening to me."
He helped Sherlock back into his t-shirt, and shifted so that he could see Sherlock's face.
"Officially, I deny everything, of course. But I can tell you this: I really am Doctor John Watson. I have a sister, Harry, who was married to Clara. I'm rubbish at computers, and I've never managed yet to get through the self-checkout at Sainsbury's without help. See?" he added, as Sherlock's lips twitched. "You do know me. I trained with Mike at Barts, and I was honestly just looking for a flat share when I met you. Nearly had a heart attack when I found out who you were, you look nothing like your brother, you know ( ... )
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(Captcha: Sandy unducho... wtf XD)
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('Strong ruckus', by the way. Yes it was, Captcha, yes it was :D )
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YOU WIN AT LIFE. LOVE THIS SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH. <3
(I never thought this would get filled and to have it filled in such a spectacular way is AMAZING. THANKS.)
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OHAI, yeah, the comment :)
I'm so pleased you liked it! It went totally off piste after the first section, so John only got to battle one bunch of ninjas. NEVER MIND SHERLOCK he will defeat them for you the next time. And the time after, too. You really need to look out for potential ninja captors a bit more closely.
I love that video, ludicrous as it is. The fic demanded to be written!
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