sherlockbbc_fic

Doesn't have to be 007, could be 8 or 3 or what have you, but in a similar vein. Dashing, debonair spy who gets all the ladies (or men) that he wants. Or has to pretend to want. ;)

All I've seen thus far in crossovers is John as the agent and Sherlock as Q. IMHO, Sherlock would never rest at being an office agent.

So after the Fall, Sherlock simply refuses to be tech support in /his/ search, so Mycroft gives him a double-0 title. He has to convince a grumbling M, because you know how M is. Sherlock is surprisingly effective on missions.

Bonus points for including other Bonds, Qs, and Bond movie characters!

Any recs very much welcomed.

Totally seconding!

John and Lestrade recognise each other during ASiP. Years ago, when Lestrade was a young man prone to getting absolutely smashed every weekend (early twenties?), he had a one night stand with John. The catch? John was a teenager at the time, and underage. It was mutually consensual, as much as a teen with raging hormones and a guy completely off his face could be, but it's still illegal. Lestrade didn't realise this until the next morning, when he found a blue-eyed, blonde and obviously still underage boy in his bed.

They weren't in love. They weren't dating. It was an experiment for John, and an accident for Lestrade. I want to see how they react to each other years later.

Bonus if you touch on Lestrade's occupation as a policeman with this in his past.

Double bonus if you make this Johnlock, and Sherlock is aware of their one night stand. He accepts it...how long it takes him to, and what he does in the meantime, that's a different story.

Mycroft at 221b Baker Street, with a cold or the flu, disheveled, bundled into one of John's jumpers and holding a nice cup of tea.

Go from there.

Mycroft didn’t get sick. He made a point of it. If it were possible, he would have outlawed it. Being sick was messy, inconvenient and uncomfortable. Through rigid hygiene routines, limiting time spent in or near others’ personal space, carrying an umbrella so he was never caught in rain, and sheer force of will, Mycroft had reached a state of being wherein he was quite incapable of suffering from something so pedestrian as the ‘flu. Which he tried to explain to John Watson, as he refused to accept the paracetamol and thick jumper.

All of John’s ‘evidence’ in favour of this diagnosis was easily explained:

His streaming nose was clearly just a result of the sudden temperature change from the frigid outside air and the beautifully warm flat. The persistent cough? Obviously he had just breathed in some dust, a common enough occurrence in 221b. He wasn’t feverish; his brain simply ran at a higher speed than others, excess heat a natural result of this.

“And I suppose when you vomit all over my shoes in about three minutes, it will be because you can no longer physically stand to be surrounded by the stupidity of the world,” John said soothingly, pulling Mycroft over to the bathroom. “Come on, I’ve been through all of this with Sherlock. If you won’t, and I know for a fact you won’t, go home and take it easy, you’re going to have to stay here while you get over the worst of it and I can keep an eye on you.”

Mycroft would have smoothly argued back and cleverly convinced John of his wellbeing, but his mouth was otherwise occupied with the toilet. John ran a soothing hand over Mycroft’s head and helped clean Mycroft up. After this, Mycroft was a little more agreeable to being bundled up in a thick woolly jumper that smelled pleasingly of John, accepted a cup of tea and swallowed some tablets, only making one small comment to the effect that he would indulge John in this pointless exercise as a sort of thanks for John taking care of his little brother. John laughed and eased Mycroft down until he was lying on the couch, fetching a cold compress for his forehead, and tucking a blanket firmly around him. Mycroft was asleep in minutes.

It was nearly four hours before Mycroft woke again, looking bleary-eyed, clutching his forehead and moaning. John took his temperature, pleased to find it was improved, gave him another cup of tea and two more paracetamols. He was asleep again in under fifteen minutes.

Myrcoft woke again around dinner time, and sat up, sipping delicately at the instant soup John had heated for him. His temperature was still high, but not enough to worry John. After he finished his soup, Mycroft settled back down sleepily on the couch and treated John to long and rather incoherent rambles on the state of the nation, how impossible it was having Sherlock as a younger brother, and, from what John could make out, who he hoped would win X-Factor.

Sherlock came home early in the evening and was rather appalled to find his brother dozing on his lounge, but John cut his rant off with a stern whisper. He forced Sherlock into the kitchen for some beans on toast, letting Sherlock tell him about his brilliance that day. John’s praise soon soothed Sherlock enough for Sherlock to see just how ill his brother was and take that peculiar delight that only siblings could in how useless Mycroft was.

Mycroft woke a few times in the night too out of it to notice anything beyond the water and tablets beside his head, and it was nearly dawn before he realised John was sleeping in one of the armchairs opposite. It made him feel guilty, but also warm in a way that had nothing to do with his raised temperature.

A May-December romance between John and Sherlock please. No underage, the 'May' character must be legal. Just two people who fell in love. I'm in the mood for gentle, as much as can be with Sherlock in the equation.

May write it myself, but I'm super bad at angst. XD I like happy fluff too much. But:

AU where everyone is a Dom or a sub, AND everyone has a designated soulmate. As in, when you meet them, you could never want someone else.

Sherlock is a Dom with absolutely NO interest in finding his mate. And then he meets John, who is his mate and has been waiting years for him. But Sherlock refuses to do this. John is crushed, and sets himself to proving that he can be the sub sherlock needs; after all, they're meant for each other.

Bonus points for their first time being angry sex on Sherlock's part since he's so resistant.

DNW: bp!, watersports. Omega!verse would be okay.

Huh, I like this. Second.