fanficWorld| 221bagel -- Mystery/Adventure -- Posted: 27/09/2012 -- Updated: 30/09/2012 |
Sherlock groans. “Must they use Shakespearean English?” he demands.
“It could be worse,” John replies.
“No, now it’s going to be worse. Thank you,” Sherlock drawls, rolling his eyes. The ellon wanders off, mumbling confusedly to himself.
“Who was that supposed to be anyway?” John demands, because the Words are still a garbled mess, and Sherlock is already crossing the wide courtyard to the main building. The shorter Agent follows, barely keeping with his partner’s strides with his own hobbling limps. “The Words aren’t very helpful, so…”
“Blond hair, green and brown tunic, a face like Orlando Bloom’s? I’m surprised you didn’t recognise him,” Sherlock says, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “That was –”
“So, like, I was really put off that she just poofed away, you know? It’s so frustrating because I’m so in loooove with her!” another voice cuts in, and the two Agents spin around to see Legolas, dressed in pink.
“That wasn’t Legolas,” amends Sherlock, coughing uncomfortably. “I really should not jump to conclusions.”
John is too busy staring at not-Legolas in horror. “What in Arda happened to him?” he demands, eyes wide. Sherlock opens his mouth to say a scathing comment, but John shakes his head. “That was a rhetorical question.”
“I knew that,” Sherlock says immediately.
“Sure.” John. Not-Legolas stares at them confusedly, eyes shifting in and out of focus.
“Like, who are you?” he demands after a moment.
“Leaving,” John says hastily, grabbing Sherlock’s arm and pulling him into the main building. “He’s not supposed to see us. Why did he see us?”
“Character replacement,” conjectures Sherlock. A sudden manic glint appears in his eyes as he claps his hands together. “We need more data. Come on, John!”
~~
They encounter Aragorn – or rather, ‘Aragon’ – within moments. Said Dúnadan is dressed in fluorescent pink as well, and singing about rainbows and unicorns. John cringes; Sherlock shudders and mutters something about being glad John’s CAD had shorted out.
“What we know so far from the random ellon and not-Legolas is that there has been a Sue wreaking havoc, but she disappeared,” the dark-haired Agent says as soon as they reach a more secluded hall. John takes out his camera, intent on snapping pictures of the pretty elvish architecture. “That means that the Sue is in hiding; the fact that she disappeared prior to our arrival suggests that – John, are you even listening to me?”
“I am,” John replies, snapping a picture of a nearby tapestry.
“That’s childish,” Sherlock points out.
“That’s also extremely nice architecture.” But John puts the camera away nonetheless. “All right, fine. I’ll listen. Considering Legolas can see us, I probably shouldn’t have had it out in the first place. You were saying?”
“The Sue is in hiding because of us. That’s why the Words are garbled and she’s nowhere to be found, yet signs of her… presence are still here.”
“What Department were you in previously?” John asks suddenly. “You seem to know a lot about the situation.”
“I was in Intelligence,” Sherlock replies. “But my brother decided to move me.”
“Your brother –”
“Works in Personnel,” Sherlock says, rolling his eyes. “If he really wanted to, he could become the next Mysterious Somebody. Thank the Powers that Be that he’s too fat and lazy to do so.”
John snorts. “Yeah, that’s good. But why did you transfer out?”
“Can we get back to the work?”
John raises both hands in an appeasing gesture. “Fine, if you insist. I was just curious.”
Sherlock sighs, and strides out of the hall once more with John in tow. John makes a noise of protest as he tries to keep up with Sherlock; his partner seems to have forgotten that John has a limp and a wounded shoulder. “I was the one who did the Intelligence report for this story prior to my transfer,” he explains. “I deleted most of it from my hard drive once it was over, but small details still exist. Like that time when I ran into the Sue.”
John stops in the middle of the hallway, gaping at Sherlock. “You… what?”
Sherlock laughs. “You were wondering why I transferred,” he points out, before taking a left out onto a patio. Leading from the patio is a small wooded path, heading to a small bridge partially screened by trees.
“You’re saying now that the reason why this Sue disappeared from the text is because she found you and by proxy the rest of us?”
“I was never one for spying,” Sherlock replies, scowling.
“Don’t you even remember what she looks like? Where she could be hiding? Her name?”
“Deleted, deleted, deleted –”
“Sherlock!” John seizes Sherlock by the front of his robes, pulling him closer. “This mission is one breath away from failing, and now you’re telling me it’s your fault! I could kill you right about now.”
“Don’t,” Sherlock suggests, pointing to the bridge. In the middle of the walkway, painted onto the weathered stone, is a single word in Urple:
RACHE.
| 221bagel |
| Elemetary, my dear JayBird. You appear to behind the times, for there is this marvellous new adaptation they call "BBC Sherlock", and I derive my characterisation from them.
Also, I believe that's the point of an alternate universe. Certainly your Jaycacia stories fall into that because I cannot see a grain of proper characterisation with the PPC characters in her stories. |
| JayBird |
| Ummm I do'nt get tihs. Umm I dont' wanr to uspet yuu but i tihnk you ar confussed? Onli Sherolk Homes and Waston arent' in teh Ppc. Also i tIhnk they ar out of cahracter becaus tehy ar from lik 400 yeers agu andI dont' tihnk poeple talkef likee this tehn? |