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Prompting: Part XV
Giggles at the Palace
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The Theory of Narrative Causality (2c/5ish)

cute enough to shoot you down (jumperfucker) wrote,

So. Remember the superhero!Watson!thread? and me saying I'd write crack!fic of it?

10,000 words later, here I am, still wondering when the hell the whole thing turned into such a monster. I'm working on Big Bang Fic, I don't have time for cracky AUs.

Or, well. Apparently I do.

Title: Derringer Sky
Pairing: Holmes/Watson
Verse: '09
Length: give or take 10,000 words, I don't even know.
Rating: NC-17. Android!sort-of!sex, yo.
Warnings: Where to start, um. Violence, gore, sex, secondary character death, swearing, potentially triggering for war wounds and bombings, Consensual Feelings between a human being and a thinking machine (literally).
Beta Credit: sarah_s and storm_ford, as usual, with all the love and gratitude they deserve.
Disclaimer: I own neither Sherlock Holmes nor Doctor Watson, though technically they're been in the public domain for a while now. Originally ACD's, Ritchie's in this 'verse.
Summary: The third time he woke up, John Watson was strapped to a table in a white lab, and a man was standing over him with a scalpel and a highly alarming grin. Modern!AU: Watson is a rather befuddled superhero, Holmes's his breathing android.

(you clearly don't know what you are about, my dear)

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'… objectively enough, Holmes knows what his skin tastes of — it is polyethylene and plastic, and with mouth pressed to it it tastes of machine oil and metal. The blood that runs in his veins is synthetic, his brain a fine web of silver fiber, a network. His heart is gold, beating faintly against his ribcage, where he would feel it if he would but press his hand to his chest. As it is, it is Watson's head that rests in this place — golden and drunken, mumbling as Holmes turns a page. From this close, there is a faint birthmark where the man's jaw touches his neck, a cross-like indentation into the skin, and Holmes thinks of touching it, of feeling the slight depression dip smoothly underneath the synthetic pad of his thumb.

They have hours until dawn and until Watson wakes up, with a gasp and a jolt and a base apology, and so Holmes takes the opportunity to map him out, categorize his jaw and his nose and his eyes, the fine bristling hairs of his moustache. Oh, he has done it before. But a sleeping Watson is a sight to behold — he is quite different, like this. He would also smell quite terrible, if Holmes had not switched off his olfactive facilities.

Holmes enjoys alcohol on a purely aesthetic level, but does sometimes wonder — to lose consciousness as his friend does, abandon the cherished control of his actions, might be quite the magnificent experience. Something superb to remember, when his framework becomes too fragile to sustain the assault of voices and colours. Methadone's the closest he's come to it, just yet; Mycroft built him well.

But Mycroft would not foresee Watson, the bare scrap of a man, returned from Afghanistan with a limp, sun-bleached hair, and a heart fit for heroes. He'd not foreseen the addiction — the gambling and the drink, and the terrible influence, the lure itching at the edges of Holmes' skin.

(To be quite fair, Holmes had not, either; the good doctor was a statical unlikelihood, a pretty mixture of sound and unsound morality, something breathless and inconceivable.)'

From: theimprobableone,
To: jumperfucker,

please stay away from

hes a better man than you
could evr dream to be and
you dont deserve to be
his friend

From: jumperfucker,
To: theimprobableone,

Nice sock-puppetry you've
got going on there, mate.

Fuck you, by the way.

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