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etothepii (R) Sherlock/Dollhouse crossover
Fandom: SHERLOCK BBC / DOLLHOUSE
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Length: 13,400
Author on LJ:etothepii
Author Website: Master List on LJ
Why this must be read:
The world created in Dollhouse was one of absolute grays, where black and white might well have been purple. What better world to throw Sherlock into and see what happens? I’ll give you a hint: it’s not pretty. What does happen is that John comes back to Sherlock, always, and whether that’s to do with the universe being a big ol’ Romantic, or it’s quite simply Mycroft and his sometimes godlike powers, that’s up to you to decide once you've read this.
Sometimes terrifying, sometimes heartbreaking, often heartwarming, this fic will rock your boat and make you want to - possibly - run out and clone your loved ones.
Check out the Dollhouse primer at the start if you’re rusty on that ‘verse, but this is a Sherlock-centric fic.
John Watson wakes up to a face right in front of his own. It jumps back when his eyes open.
His friend -- brown hair, about ten years younger than he, American, bounces on his feet and points both hands at him. "John! John Watson!"
"That's right," he says pleasantly and hops out of the recliner he was in, accepting the hand the man next to him holds out for balance. "Thanks."
"Do you trust me?" The man asks.
"With my life," John replies, and brushes off his clothes.
"Awesome, I'm totally awesome," his younger friend is saying, mostly to himself. "A year of surveillance footage and background records, and yet, I can still make it work. Oh yeah! I mean, the surveillance footage makes it pretty easy, but still. You, John, are a work of art."
"Thanks, I think."
The man touches his elbow. "Are you ready to go? It's time for you to go home."
Home sounds good. He's like to go home. "Yeah, I'd like that."
The man brings him to a black car parked outside the building. "You'll be going with him," he says. "I'll come get you for your treatment later."
"Alright," John replies agreeably, and gets in the car. Mycroft is waiting for him in the back seat. There is an umbrella on his lap. "Hi, Mycroft. Are you giving me a ride home?"
Mycroft is staring at him the way Sherlock stares sometimes -- he's deducing something. John waits patiently for an answer. "I might. Tell me, Doctor Watson, what is the last thing you remember?"
"Getting in the car with you."
"Before that?"
"Walking out the door?"
"And before that."
"Waking up after a treatment."
"And before that?"
John frowns. "Right before that?"
"Right before that," Mycroft confirms. "Where were you, right before you woke up?"
He doesn't understand. "I don't understand."
Mycroft sighs. "This won't do," he says, and pulls out his mobile.
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Pairing: John/Sherlock
Length: 13,400
Author on LJ:
etothepiiAuthor Website: Master List on LJ
Why this must be read:
The world created in Dollhouse was one of absolute grays, where black and white might well have been purple. What better world to throw Sherlock into and see what happens? I’ll give you a hint: it’s not pretty. What does happen is that John comes back to Sherlock, always, and whether that’s to do with the universe being a big ol’ Romantic, or it’s quite simply Mycroft and his sometimes godlike powers, that’s up to you to decide once you've read this.
Sometimes terrifying, sometimes heartbreaking, often heartwarming, this fic will rock your boat and make you want to - possibly - run out and clone your loved ones.
Check out the Dollhouse primer at the start if you’re rusty on that ‘verse, but this is a Sherlock-centric fic.
John Watson wakes up to a face right in front of his own. It jumps back when his eyes open.
His friend -- brown hair, about ten years younger than he, American, bounces on his feet and points both hands at him. "John! John Watson!"
"That's right," he says pleasantly and hops out of the recliner he was in, accepting the hand the man next to him holds out for balance. "Thanks."
"Do you trust me?" The man asks.
"With my life," John replies, and brushes off his clothes.
"Awesome, I'm totally awesome," his younger friend is saying, mostly to himself. "A year of surveillance footage and background records, and yet, I can still make it work. Oh yeah! I mean, the surveillance footage makes it pretty easy, but still. You, John, are a work of art."
"Thanks, I think."
The man touches his elbow. "Are you ready to go? It's time for you to go home."
Home sounds good. He's like to go home. "Yeah, I'd like that."
The man brings him to a black car parked outside the building. "You'll be going with him," he says. "I'll come get you for your treatment later."
"Alright," John replies agreeably, and gets in the car. Mycroft is waiting for him in the back seat. There is an umbrella on his lap. "Hi, Mycroft. Are you giving me a ride home?"
Mycroft is staring at him the way Sherlock stares sometimes -- he's deducing something. John waits patiently for an answer. "I might. Tell me, Doctor Watson, what is the last thing you remember?"
"Getting in the car with you."
"Before that?"
"Walking out the door?"
"And before that."
"Waking up after a treatment."
"And before that?"
John frowns. "Right before that?"
"Right before that," Mycroft confirms. "Where were you, right before you woke up?"
He doesn't understand. "I don't understand."
Mycroft sighs. "This won't do," he says, and pulls out his mobile.
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