dirigo: (thoroughly rely - {SH09})
Less than an hour later, he returned, looking peeved. His jacket got thrown in the corner and his stick ended up in the fireplace. "Tomorrow. Their ship leaves tomorrow." Holmes flopped himself down in an overstuffed chair. "What am I meant to do until then?"

"I don't know," Watson drawled. "Perhaps you can contemplate the meaning of the universe." He went back to reading his newspaper.

Holmes sent him a sharp look. )
dirigo: (Look up - {T:S})
Title: I'll Get You There
Author: [personal profile] dirigo and [livejournal.com profile] worlddescending
Character/Pairing: John Connor/Marcus Wright. Includes most characters from TV and movie verse as well as some OCs as well.
Rating: NC-17 eventually
Warnings: Seeing as this is the Terminator 'verse, there is death, bad language and general unpleasantness. And m/m slash. In this part, warning for character death.
Summary: Welcome to the jungle / We take it day by day / If you want it you're gonna bleed / But it's the price you pay
Disclaimer: These characters belong to James Cameron, Josh Friedman and people who are not us. We are also poor. Please don't sue.
Author Notes: This started out as a discussion of PORN. Then came the plot. 30K words later, and we're both awed by the epic. We cherry-picked what we wanted from all over the place here, bringing in movie and TV verse as well as [livejournal.com profile] hearts_andminds 'verse.

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dirigo: (Look up - {T:S})
Marcus wasn't quite sure how he'd gotten here. What had started as a casual recollection of events that felt like a dream to his human mind, had ended with him on his back in the surgery bay, the door locked behind them. The metal of the operating table was cold on his bare back and he could feel the goose bumps rising on his skin. The day had been long, longer in that John had gotten in another fight with Kate, eventually arriving at Marcus' door looking for a fight as much as he was a fuck. But as usual, they'd ended up oddly tender, careful with each other in a way that Marcus had only ever felt with Allison.

But that was all difficult to focus on when he was lying prone under a bright light. Sneaking in here with Connor had been strange, but appropriate for what they were doing. Marcus took a deep breath and closed his eyes. I wanted you then.

Fuck, you're going to kill me like this, aren't you? )

Cowritten with [livejournal.com profile] worlddescending
dirigo: (thoroughly rely - {SH09})
"And you've left her room exactly as it was," Holmes asked as he shuffled through a rather large stack of papers, not really attempting to keep them in any order. Lord Bath watched suspiciously. Holmes, at least, was wearing clean clothing. His hair was combed, his hands stained with ink, but scrubbed. Holmes was clean like a cat, but had the hoarding habits of a crow. "You haven't touched anything since she disappeared, when was it-" He straightened suddenly, a small notebook in his hand.

"Yesterday afternoon," Lord Bath said, surprised out of his incredulous examination of the mess by Holmes snapping his fingers.

"And I'm assuming the Yard is on the case as well." He flipped the notebook open and began to scribble. Whether this was sincere or an act was anyone's guess.

"Well...no. I chose not to inform them. This is a rather...sensitive matter I would prefer to keep quiet."

Holmes smirked, as if expecting this answer, and nodded. )

Beginnings

Jan. 6th, 2010 05:56 pm
dirigo: (thoroughly rely - {SH09})
Co-written with [livejournal.com profile] worlddescending to see if we could manage it

It had been nearly forty-eight hours since they'd last spoken and quite honestly, Watson didn't hold much optimism for the scene he would encounter.

And, as expected, Mrs. Hudson had once again foregone all hope, reporting that she'd knocked on the doors to his private rooms until her knuckles were quite raw, only to get no answer. She was, she informed him, prepared to proclaim Holmes quite dead.

Dear Watson. He never failed to come around. )

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