Chapter 3 of The Stronger Bond is up!
Trigger Warning: there is abuse in this chapter and dub con bordering on non-con. Sorry.
Chapter 2 of Stronger bond is up! This one’s from Sherlock’s POV.
Okay thanks a lot to iamianto I got this elemental fic done for fanwork Friday:
Ianto sent another paper airplane through the sluggish air the hub. When the thing had crashed into Kansas and people suddenly developed powers, of course he’d got the ability to manipulate paper. The airplane made a loop over Tosh’s desk, making her smile, before crashing into Owen’s screen. “Oi!” Owen turned towards Ianto. “One more time and I’ll take your liver out through your ear.”
Rolling his eyes, Ianto started to say something when he heard the alert letting him know there was someone in the tourist office. “That’ll be Sherlock and John,” he said, heading up to let them in.
Jack came out of the office and surveyed his team.“We’re going to Kansas.”
“Investigating the crash site?” asked Gwen.
“Yes.” He looked up as Ianto led John and Sherlock in. They’d been here before but John still looked around cautiously as if not quite believing in the place. Ianto went to make them coffee.
Just then, the harsh sound of the Tardis landing could be heard outside. Everyone raised their heads. Jack smiled. “That’s our ride. Come on.”
“The Tardis, really?” Owen looked dubiously towards the street.
“You’ll be fine. Just don’t touch anything.” Jack pulled on his coat and led the way. Ianto put takeaway cups in John and Sherlock’s hands as they followed the rest of the team.
The door was open. Jack grinned as they all piled in. “Good thing it’s bigger on the inside.” Sherlock held onto a railing, clearly a bit disoriented. Jack slapped him on the back. “Don’t worry Sherly, you get used to it.” The detective glared at him.
“Stop it,” grumbled the Doctor hitting switches. “You all need to work together on this. The Winchesters, Castiel and Martha are meeting you there. What landed isn’t supposed to be here, but no one can get close enough to shut it off.”
“Can’t just land the Tardis on it?” asked John.
“It’s blocking me too. I’ll get you close.”
The Tardis shook as it landed rough. Jack snapped into tactical mode, opening the Tardis door and looking out carefully. The others were leaning against the Impala, waiting. In the near distance a dark cloud hung low to the ground. Martha grinned as she saw Jack. “Come on then.”
The Doctor watched them get out. “I can’t get closer.” He tossed Jack a small box. “When you get there, use this, it’ll shut it down.”
“Sir.” Jack saluted as he went back inside.
Turning back to the others he grinned at the Winchesters. “Hello Sam, Cas.”
“Knock it off,” growled Dean, cocking the shotgun in his hands.
Jack chuckled and looked at the dark cloud. “Flat as a pancake. Owen, Gwen you can make shields to give us some cover.”
“Hey, who put you in charge?” Dean challenged.
Jack raised an eyebrow. “When was the last time you lead a team of more than three into anything?”
Dean looked at the others, then crossed his arms. “What about Doc Watson? He was in the army.”
“Doctor. I’d listen to Jack.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Fine.”
Jack looked around. “This will go better if we have a plan.”
“So let’s hear it, Captain.”
Eight minutes later they were walking cautiously towards the cloud. The Tardis was still visible behind them when something large swooped out of the sky, breaking into smaller figures attacking the group.
Dean shot the first one as everyone else moved towards the middle. “Dean, get your ass over here,” growled Sam, pulling him back behind the shields Gwen and Owen were putting up. Tosh took out three with a bolt of lightning. Castiel stood between Gwen and Owen, putting a hand on each and boosting their powers.
“They’re swarming,” called Jack. “Let them bunch up and then hit them.”
They watched as the smaller things clumped together, it was impossible to tell what they were, other than something made of wings and teeth.
“Now!” Called Jack.
Sherlock let out a burst of ice that shattered a clump. At his back, John shot fire. The burning group crashed into another. Tosh fired more lightning. Martha blew one group towards the one on fire. Sam wrapped another one in shrieking darkness. Grumbling and dropping his gun, Dean pelted another group with earth. A sheaf of papers went through yet another group, scattering them into the the chaos.
Jack watched them fighting together, using their powers to compliment each other. He nodded and pulled out the box. “Take care of them, Dean.”
Before anyone could argue, Jack plunged past the shields, wrapping himself in a dark cloud to try and shield himself a little. He died before he got halfway, but woke with the box still in his hands. He glanced back and could see they were still fighting. He didn’t know how long they could hold out. Gritting his teeth, he charged on.
A wave of papers cleared the path and he smiled, knowing Ianto was helping. Finally he reached the edge of the cloud and pushed inside.
Nightmares tore at his mind. He fell to his knees, struggling with the box, wondering if he was pulling a reverse Pandora. Every shred of doubt and fear ripping into him. With a final bit or strength he got it open.
The cloud shrieked and Jack collapsed, dying in agony as the box slipped from his fingers.
When Jack gasped awake again, Ianto was holding his hand. He groaned and ran a hand through his bloodied hair. “That was unpleasant,” he muttered.
“You stopped it,” Sam smiled at him. Looking around, Jack could see there were other injuries. Owen was patching up Sherlock while John tended to Dean.
The Tardis screeched to existence as Ianto helped Jack up. The Doctor looked both relieved and worried sick. “Let’s get you all home.”
Allright, the first chapter of this omegaverse is up:
John’s an Omega and Sherlock his Alpha, but after he witnesses Sherlock’s suicide John tries to carry on, eventually meeting and bonding with Alpha Mary.
Now Sherlock is back, finding his Omega bonded to someone else and worse, pregnant by her.
teaser below the cut
The day Sherlock jumped from Bart’s, John thought his world was over. He’d known other Omegas that hasn’t survived the loss of their Alpha. But John had never been a typical Omega. Even at the funeral, he thought he caught a bit of his Alpha’s scent, but of course when he looked there was no one there. At least his heats had never been that frequent. But the first one he had after Sherlock’s death he spent in misery and heartbreak, using toys in the bed where they had made so much love and his scent still lingered. As soon as the heat was over he moved out.
For the next year he threw himself into work. He could swear sometimes he could still feel Sherlock, like the moon pulling tides. But he’d seen Sherlock die. John chalked it up to the strength of their bond and tried to move on with his life.
In late January he had a particularly vivid dream. It was bitterly cold like only Russia could be. Sherlock walked in the darkness, bundled against the cold, following someone. John cried out as he saw someone about to jump him. Sherlock turned at his cry and knocked the knife from his assailant’s hand. John watched helplessly as three more men moved in on him. Sherlock tried, but they beat him unconscious, one of them picking up the detective, saying something to the others in Russian and tossing him over one shoulder. John woke, bolting to a seat. He put his hand on the bond mark, finding it warm. He shook his head, heart racing. Sherlock was dead. He’d seen him jump. He scrabbled his hands through his hair and went to take a shower, wondering how long his former mate would haunt him.
Looks like I’m working on another omegaverse story. John’s an Omega and Sherlock his Alpha, but after he witnesses Sherlock’s suicide he tries to carry on, eventually meeting and bonding with Alpha Mary.
Now Sherlock is back, finding his Omega bonded to someone else and worse, pregnant by her.
Just need to figure out the puzzle of what happens.
I’ve been rping with darkestelemental616 and playing Jack awoke some of my old feels. So this Jack/Ten was born of that.
May I Have This Dance? – After the Year that Never Was, Jack and the Doctor take comfort in one another.
teaser below the cut
The Tardis hung in the vortex, stepping out of time to let those on board her rest. Martha tended mostly to her family, a bit to Jack and the Doctor, but they both waved her away pretty quickly. Jack knew that physically he was fine; his body’s capacity to heal not dimmed by the horrors of the past year. The year that now never was.
Jack wandered the Tardis a lot. He couldn’t seem to find his old room, and sadly, he assumed the Doctor had gotten rid of it. The Tardis gave him a new space, but it was too quiet and empty, and he never seemed to need much sleep, less so now, with the still-fresh nightmares.
So he was unsurprised late one night when he turned a corner and found himself in a workshop, the Doctor working over some little thing. He was more surprised by the big band music playing quietly in the background. “What do you want, Jack?” asked the Doctor, not looking up.
“Need any help?” he asked, coming around the workstation.
The Doctor glanced at him. “Hold this wire.”
Jack did so, unfamiliar with whatever device he was working with. It reminded him of his time with his doctor, the last one, working on the Tardis console or whatever little projects the Doctor would toss his way. But that man was gone now, and he’d seen what sort of man this one was. The bravery and the heart and the absolute faith in humanity wasn’t dimmed by changing the outside. Timelords, like humans, were bigger on the inside.
Just a little thing in my head today. It’s intended to be after they get back to Baker Street after a study in pink.
On the Threshold – Meeting Sherlock has been whirlwind, makes sense they wouldn’t get up the stairs before their first time.
teaser below the cut
John led the way into Baker Street. What a difference two days made. He glanced back at the mad detective, wondering about how much faith the man had placed in him.
That trust went both ways. John climbed two stairs and stopped, turning around to meet Sherlock’s eyes. He studied John’s face, searching. John licked his lips slowly. Leaning forward, Sherlock cupped his face and kissed him cautiously.
John kissed him back, moaning softly. This all felt as inevitable as thunder after lightning. Or perhaps Spring after Winter would be more apt. In the depths of February, Spring always seemed impossibly far.
But here was Spring, thawing warmth that eased the ache in his bones. Perhaps he was having the same affect on Sherlock. The man pulled back to look into the depth of John’s eyes, hands dropping to his waist.
This one isn’t quite as smutty as the title implies. Not sure how i feel about it, to be honest, but here it is:
5 times Greg topped and one time he didn’t – Greg never quite knows where this relationship is going…
teaser below the cut
(1)
After weeks of dancing around the issue, things came to a head between Mycroft and Greg after a heated argument in the official’s office. “I am not your brother’s babysitter!”
“He is working for you. I’m simply asking you to keep an eye on him. Make sure he stays clean.” Mycroft leaned back in his chair.
“Not. My. Division.” Greg put both hands on the desk and leaned forward.
Mycroft sat up, face inches from Greg. “And what is under your purview?”
Before he could change his mind, Greg grabbed his tie and yanked him forward, crushing Mycroft’s lips against his own. The man moaned softly, parting his lips for the inspector.
Greg pulled back after a moment, removing his suit coat. “So that’s why you called me here.” He came around the desk and bent Mycroft over it. “I know your type. So used to power and control you want to give it up to someone.”
Mycroft let him position him as he wanted. "I trust you, Gregory.“
"With yourself and more importantly to you, with your brother.” Greg freed his belt. I am going to take you and then we talk about what happens next.“
"We go on as if nothing happened. No one needs to know.”
“Deal.”
Sunday Six
Working on a fic that’s a bit about Sherlock’s PTSD, trying to anyway. Slightly more than six sentences:
John walked into what might have once been a ballroom, all large expanse of floor. Sherlock moved past him, out towards the middle of the room. He smiled a little at the graceful steps, visible even in the dim light. Ever since his return, Sherlock had been tight, tense, wound. But for the moment he looked free, even moving among the dust.
Suddenly Sherlock’s steps faltered. Without thought, John hurried towards his side, and perhaps that was the fatal mistake. Sherlock turned and put a hand out in warning a moment before the floor gave way and they plummeted into darkness.