The Winning Side-Sherlock/ London Spy Crossover

 

Sherlock looked over at Mycroft, knowing how much it cost his brother to look bored. “Mycroft, when are you going to tell him?”

“Tell him what?” Mycroft snapped.

“Tell that Alex is still alive.”

“Sherlock, keep your voice down. There’s no sense in getting his hopes up when we both know that Alex is dead.”

He shook his head, then looked into his brother’s light blue eyes. “It hurts, doesn’t it?”

“Mind your own business, brother mine.”

He swallowed. This loss will break his heart. He’s made a tactical error. He’s fallen in love with Danny. “Mycroft?”

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Anesthetized-Sherlock/London Spy Fanfic

Mycroft scowled when he heard thumping sounds coming from the bathroom. Danny looked over at him. “What’s that noise?”

He sighed. “My brother, most likely getting his brains buggered out.”

Danny laughed. “You must be joking, Sherlock and John on a plane. I would expect that John had more restraint.”

He looked down at the ground, avoiding Danny’s intense gaze. “The good Doctor Watson has no restraint when it comes to my little brother.”

The noise intensified. “Oh, for god’s sake.” Then he got up and knocked on the door. “Stop this instant, I just had the plane detailed. Sherlock, was that breaking glass I heard? My Waterford crystal decanter better be intact. SHERLOCK, ANSWER ME NOW.” The Queen of the Night Aria from Mozart’s opera The Magic Flute echoed back at him, accompanied by muted laughter. He knocked again, just as the plane shifted. The door flew open and Sherlock and John, spilled out into the hallway, naked from the waist down.

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Memory Swipe-Sherlock-London Spy Fanfic

“Be careful,” Mycroft snapped, when a medical technician ran a scanner over Danny’s neck.

“Mr. Holmes, do you want a read out of the chip or not?”

“Yes.”

“Mr. Holmes, you do realize that the information from the chip will show up on the scanner whether or not the patient is alive, don’t you?”

“Yes, now get on with it and be gentle. He’s been through a lot.”

Danny looked over at him and smiled. What do I do when he smiles at me? His green eyes bore into my soul. A fleeting smile twitched at the corner of his lips, then he turned away, preferring to look at the medical equipment—cold and sterile like me.

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Chemical Defects-Sherlock/London Spy Fanfic

Mycroft carried Danny into the room. John reached them first. “Good god, what happened?”

“He sprained, possibly broke his ankle when he attempted to escape. He’s also dislocated his shoulder. He’s in a lot of pain.”

“Why didn’t you set it?” Sherlock asked.

Mycroft avoided his brother’s speculative gaze. “There wasn’t time and I didn’t want to worsen the injury.”

“Since when have you cared about whether you injure another human being?”

“Brother mine, you know as well as I that Danny is an asset.”

“And after he’s fulfill his purpose?” Sherlock asked him, with an edge to his voice.

“Then he shall be dealt with accordingly.”

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Heartbeak Grass-Sherlock Fanfic

John’s been in solitary for two weeks now. I miss him. I need him. I am lost without my blogger. I watch each session through a two-way mirror. He is making progress, but it rends my heart in two when he begs Doctor Shaw to bring back my ghost, pleading with her to not dose him with meds, just so that he can see me one more time. John, what have I done? I read your blog after I jumped, it was trite and practical, nothing about your true feelings bled through the pixelated words. I suppose communication is not either of our strong points. Bugger.

Sherlock slammed his laptop shut, but not before Wiggins had a peek at the screen. “So, you’re keeping an uncover blog, are you?”

“Mind your own business, minion.”

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Fanciful Musings-Sherlock/London Spy Fanfic

The scent of copper filled Mycroft’s nostrils.  I’m close. Then he stopped when he almost stumbled on the figure that attempted to hide in the grass. Danny. It’s time to stop fooling around. “I’m sorry, Danny.” Mycroft watched him when he opened his green eyes, barely acknowledging the red dot of light splashed across his fore head. I’ve killed a lot of people. Why can’t I pull the trigger?

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To Sleep Perchance to Dream-Sherlock Fanfic

Sherlock sat hunched over his laptop, reading through county record after county record, muttering. Then he stopped, leaned forward and frowned.

“What is it?

“Wiggins, shut up, I’m concentrating.”

“Wiggins, shut up. Wiggins, get me this. Wiggins get me that. Wiggins clean up John’s vomit…”

He looked over at Wiggins and narrowed his eyes. “If you don’t shut up. I’ll shoot you.”

Wiggins looked at him, then folded his arms across his chest. “Fine, what did you find?”

“Mary Morstan, was killed during a shoot-out in a grocery store.”

“Who’s that again?”

“I thought I told you to shut-up.”

“You did, but how else am I supposed to know what’s going on?”

“Mary Morstan, was a nurse John dated after I was dead, well, fake-dead. They went on three or four dates and then she quit her job and disappeared.”

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Breached-Sherlock/London Spy Fanfic

Danny crept alongside the fence, hoping the carcass of the dead rabbit still lay near the fence, where he’d seen it from the drive. He took a quick inventory of his pilfered supplies, Mycroft’s plush robe and terry belt, a wooden spoon, a pair of scissors, a pen light, and several rubber condoms. Thank god, Mycroft doesn’t have a latex allergy. Sheep skin wouldn’t work. I need an insulator.

He then looked around, making his way towards the electrified fence and the dead rabbit. The smell of rotting flesh filled his nostrils. Christ, it smells like I’ve found the poor thing. He shone the light down on the creature’s body, gaging from the odor, then tears filled his eyes when he noticed the maggots that ate at its once beautiful brown eyes. Alex. His beautiful blue eyes are now gone—rotted away. Though he couldn’t spare the time, he sank to the ground, keening into the folds of Mycroft’s robe. He then took a deep breath and tied the rabbit’s legs together, with one of the condoms, attaching the wooden spoon to one end. When the rabbit’s body hit the electrified fence, it lit up like a Christmas tree. The smell of burnt meat filled the air and he gagged again, but kept a tight grip on the wooden spoon.

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Frequencies-Sherlock Fanfic

I observe Molly when she comes into the room. Her hair hangs in tendrils around her face, making her appear like an anime character gone wrong—her eyes too kind and round. She looks fearful and sad.

“Molly, you don’t have to do this. We can get another Doctor.”

“It’s alright, Sherlock, I was already here.”

I frown. “I’m glad you’re here. Who brought you in?”

“I don’t know. A tactical unit came and got me.”

I smile. Could it be that Mycroft cares about the welfare of the people that matter most to me? I take her hand and bring it to my lips.

“Sherlock don’t, not today, not now. I’m not up to being teased.”

“Molly, I’m sorry I can’t give you more.”

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Black Lab -Sherlock Fanfic

Sherlock looked at the woman who stood in front of him. She was almost as tall as he and though she was of a sturdy build, there was a fragility about her. She had loved and lost. He leaned forward. “My name is Sherlock Holmes.”

She pursed her lips. “I know who you are Mister Holmes, you’re famous.”

He smiled. “Yes, well I am one of a kind. You understand that the nature of your work here would be somewhat well below the radar.”

She arched an eyebrow. “You mean illegal.”

“Well, it depends on what you consider illegal, Doctor Shaw. My partner and best friend John Watson has been in care for the last year. He isn’t getting better. I have determined that it is a result of inadequate medication and substandard therapy. I’ve studied your record and it is impressive. Your advances in PTSD are remarkable and new. It’s too bad you fell in love with a patient and that you had an affair with said patient and then said patient committed suicide after you lost your medical license. What a waste of a once brilliant career.”

Doctor Shaw stood up. Her lips were ashen and her hands shook. “I don’t need this. Good day, Mister Holmes.”

He rushed after her. “Wait, I’m sorry, please I need your…help.” Then he handed her a folder. “Please.”

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