Mycroft and John ran up the stairs to the morgue in Bart's, hoping that Sherlock remain at zero collateral damage, assuming the worse from the dark haired male. Instead they find Sherlock debating with Molly over outfits of all things.
"But...But I don't want to have them out! They're embarrassing!"
"They're suitable. You appear to have the looks of a bee, a worker bee at that. I can't tell off hand if you have the coloring of a solitary or a communal insect."
"Wait you think they're cute?" Molly gave Sherlock what could be a shy look, if he squinted really hard. Sherlock brighten and the former solider knew that look of manipulation and chose that time to step in.
"Ok that's enough you two. What would of happened if someone other than us walked in talking to what appeared to be yourself."
"It was obviously considering that you two would follow me to make sure the leash is still on."
"Oh Sherlock its not like that." John shook his head and tugged on his flatmate's scarf. Sherlock frowned at his form but John gave him a reassuring smile, which settled his nerves. "Come on you berk let's go with your brother and see what he has to say."
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The four of them drove in an unmarked black limo to what appeared to be a base similar to Baskerville near the palace.
They traveled underground, making John remind him of one of those James Bond movies with the secret lair, before they reached a base. Well what appeared to be a base. It only contained a steel door as well as rank smelling earth beneath them.
"Temporary repose." Mycroft said as he slid a key card through the only slot near the door. "The others are down the way." A narrow walkway revealed itself and they walked down, John in the back with Sherlock and Molly near Mycroft in the front. The moment didn't last as someone came running halfway and meeting them.
"Oh is this him?" A familiar face revealed itself and John stood there flabbergasted along with Molly.
"What in the word are you doing here?" Mycroft sounded a cross between bored and amused. "I kindly told you to wait with the others."
"Sherlock Holmes!" The forensic scientist of the Yard stopped near the detective. He ignored Mycroft's comment and came up to the two men with all teeth. Anderson wore a long lab coat and seemed to have a bunch of contraptions on his person. He still appeared the same in John's eyes except now he had on a full beard.
"Anderson." Sherlock snarled out with barely restraint, hands in his coat pockets. "It does not please me to see you."
"I know we went off the wrong start but I couldn't be more impressed to see you here!"
'I know Sherlock mentioned Anderson but it amazes me that him of all people could be a potential hero.' John stared at how one man seemed to gush in awe and the other tried to ignore him in a rude and standoffish manner.
Anderson either brushed it off or refused to take it to heart. "I heard you had the ability to change fate itself! Such a remarkable power! I wonder does it influence your deductions? I mean if I had that ability instead of-"
John watched as Anderson fell over his own two feet on his face from what seemed to be nothing while Sherlock continued to pace forward to catch up with his brother.
"Did he-?" Anderson rose his head up, eyes amazed and dazed. The doctor shook his head and helped up the poor man.
"Yes." John rolled his eyes at the blatant fanboyism when Anderson smiled brightly and ran up to catch them, the other scientist trailing in the rear.
Wrath of the machines 14/?
"But...But I don't want to have them out! They're embarrassing!"
"They're suitable. You appear to have the looks of a bee, a worker bee at that. I can't tell off hand if you have the coloring of a solitary or a communal insect."
"Wait you think they're cute?" Molly gave Sherlock what could be a shy look, if he squinted really hard. Sherlock brighten and the former solider knew that look of manipulation and chose that time to step in.
"Ok that's enough you two. What would of happened if someone other than us walked in talking to what appeared to be yourself."
"It was obviously considering that you two would follow me to make sure the leash is still on."
"Oh Sherlock its not like that." John shook his head and tugged on his flatmate's scarf. Sherlock frowned at his form but John gave him a reassuring smile, which settled his nerves. "Come on you berk let's go with your brother and see what he has to say."
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The four of them drove in an unmarked black limo to what appeared to be a base similar to Baskerville near the palace.
They traveled underground, making John remind him of one of those James Bond movies with the secret lair, before they reached a base. Well what appeared to be a base. It only contained a steel door as well as rank smelling earth beneath them.
"Temporary repose." Mycroft said as he slid a key card through the only slot near the door. "The others are down the way." A narrow walkway revealed itself and they walked down, John in the back with Sherlock and Molly near Mycroft in the front. The moment didn't last as someone came running halfway and meeting them.
"Oh is this him?" A familiar face revealed itself and John stood there flabbergasted along with Molly.
"What in the word are you doing here?" Mycroft sounded a cross between bored and amused. "I kindly told you to wait with the others."
"Sherlock Holmes!" The forensic scientist of the Yard stopped near the detective. He ignored Mycroft's comment and came up to the two men with all teeth. Anderson wore a long lab coat and seemed to have a bunch of contraptions on his person. He still appeared the same in John's eyes except now he had on a full beard.
"Anderson." Sherlock snarled out with barely restraint, hands in his coat pockets. "It does not please me to see you."
"I know we went off the wrong start but I couldn't be more impressed to see you here!"
'I know Sherlock mentioned Anderson but it amazes me that him of all people could be a potential hero.' John stared at how one man seemed to gush in awe and the other tried to ignore him in a rude and standoffish manner.
Anderson either brushed it off or refused to take it to heart. "I heard you had the ability to change fate itself! Such a remarkable power! I wonder does it influence your deductions? I mean if I had that ability instead of-"
John watched as Anderson fell over his own two feet on his face from what seemed to be nothing while Sherlock continued to pace forward to catch up with his brother.
"Did he-?" Anderson rose his head up, eyes amazed and dazed. The doctor shook his head and helped up the poor man.
"Yes." John rolled his eyes at the blatant fanboyism when Anderson smiled brightly and ran up to catch them, the other scientist trailing in the rear.