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?”


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.



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?”


“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.



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.”



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?



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.




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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Wouldn’t It Be Nice? Sherlock/London Spy Fanfic

Danny looked at himself in the mirror. His skin was still moist from his shower and he rubbed his hand along the glass to rub away the fog. The squeaking noise his fingers made while they banished the film made him smile, reminding him of a time when he must have been happy—maybe as a child? A tap at the door made him turn.


He looked at Mycroft, making no move to hide his nakedness. With one step, he was across the room. “Mycroft, take me to bed.”

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Get Me Some-Sherlock Fanfic

I sit in a cold sterile room, the walls are grey cement, the tables chrome, it is an emergency hide out shelter, disused until today. Sniffing the air, I feel as if I can smell wet cement, cold, hard unyielding. Mycroft comes in with my tea, and the scent of boiling water and tea bag assails my nostrils. I grimace. “It’s not Twinings Earl Grey, it’s Twinings Lady Grey Tea.”

“And your point is, Brother mine?”

“If I’m going to die, I want Earl Grey.”

“Just drink the damn tea.”

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Free Will or Not? Sherlock Fanfic

Sherlock made his way downstairs to where Wiggins lay passed out on the couch, an empty glass pipe lay on the floor. “Get up,” he growled, kicking his foot.

“What?” Wiggins whined.

“You smoked a whole bowl by yourself?”

“I was bored. There’s nothing to do.”

“Well, get up. We’re going to make John his first dose.”

Wiggins sighed. “Fine, then.”

“First, help me unload the supplies from the car.”

Sherlock brought in one box, then sat down, studying its contents. Wiggins set a couple of boxes next to his feet. “There should be five more, hurry up.”

“How come you get to sit there, while I have to bring in the boxes like some lackey?”

Sherlock set a beaker on a near-by table, then glared at him. “Because that’s what you are—the lackey, or would you rather be called the minion?”

“Ow, no need to be insulting, your majesty.”