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storypaint) wrote2013-08-31 11:06 pm
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[Pokemon/Elementary I will battle every day (Sherlock gen)
Title: I will battle every day
Fandom: Pokemon/Elementary
Length: 394 words
Prompt: Written for reverseremix 2013 forbetony as a remix of her ficlet, blasting off again.
Pairing: Joan and Sherlock gen; implied Sherlock/Irene
Other: n/a
Excerpt: She doesn't treat him like a ten-year-old. He is very, very tired of that. He doesn't want to be a Pokemon master. He has more important things to do than subjugate other living beings.
He stops calling her Joy about ten days after they meet. She pretends that she doesn't notice, but he knows that she does. She's nearly -- well, with training, perhaps -- as observant as he is. A faster learner than Clyde, in any case. The Pokemon tries, and he is important to Sherlock, but he's no detective.
Perhaps Joan is. She's nothing like the other Pokemon nurses he has ever met. She pays attention, she listens. She pushes back.
She doesn't treat him like a ten-year-old. He is very, very tired of that. He doesn't want to be a Pokemon master. He has more important things to do than subjugate other living beings.
He tells her about Team Rocket as he picks the lock to the Viridian City gym. Joan keeps watch, although more in a slightly panicked way than a practical one. She doesn't really believe him. Or at least, he thinks so until she bites her lip and asks.
"Does this have something to do with Irene?"
Clyde mutters worriedly when the lockpick slips from Sherlock's fingers. Sherlock looks up at Joan and she seems frightened by the look on his face.
"You've mentioned her while you were asleep," Joan says. "More than once. You mumble a lot."
After the first unpleasant night, they'd taken to laying their sleeping bags down next to each other, staring up at the stars, and mostly being silent. She has a gift for silence, except now, when she really needs to be quiet and not mention Irene, or notice anything about Sherlock at all.
"No," he says, leaning over to pick up the lockpick, and that's when the shouting begins, a guard coming around the side of the building with a Marowak at his side. Clyde could probably take the creature in a fight, but he doesn't think the guard will agree that a Pokemon battle is the best way to resolve this problem.
"Run!" he tells Joan, recalling Clyde into his Pokeball in a hurry and then following his own advice. It doesn't take long for them to lose the guard. They spend the rest of the day making various inquiries around the city, until (Sherlock hopes) Joan has forgotten all about his reaction.
But just in case, he beds down a little further away from her than usual, tonight.
Fandom: Pokemon/Elementary
Length: 394 words
Prompt: Written for reverseremix 2013 for
betony as a remix of her ficlet, blasting off again.Pairing: Joan and Sherlock gen; implied Sherlock/Irene
Other: n/a
Excerpt: She doesn't treat him like a ten-year-old. He is very, very tired of that. He doesn't want to be a Pokemon master. He has more important things to do than subjugate other living beings.
He stops calling her Joy about ten days after they meet. She pretends that she doesn't notice, but he knows that she does. She's nearly -- well, with training, perhaps -- as observant as he is. A faster learner than Clyde, in any case. The Pokemon tries, and he is important to Sherlock, but he's no detective.
Perhaps Joan is. She's nothing like the other Pokemon nurses he has ever met. She pays attention, she listens. She pushes back.
She doesn't treat him like a ten-year-old. He is very, very tired of that. He doesn't want to be a Pokemon master. He has more important things to do than subjugate other living beings.
He tells her about Team Rocket as he picks the lock to the Viridian City gym. Joan keeps watch, although more in a slightly panicked way than a practical one. She doesn't really believe him. Or at least, he thinks so until she bites her lip and asks.
"Does this have something to do with Irene?"
Clyde mutters worriedly when the lockpick slips from Sherlock's fingers. Sherlock looks up at Joan and she seems frightened by the look on his face.
"You've mentioned her while you were asleep," Joan says. "More than once. You mumble a lot."
After the first unpleasant night, they'd taken to laying their sleeping bags down next to each other, staring up at the stars, and mostly being silent. She has a gift for silence, except now, when she really needs to be quiet and not mention Irene, or notice anything about Sherlock at all.
"No," he says, leaning over to pick up the lockpick, and that's when the shouting begins, a guard coming around the side of the building with a Marowak at his side. Clyde could probably take the creature in a fight, but he doesn't think the guard will agree that a Pokemon battle is the best way to resolve this problem.
"Run!" he tells Joan, recalling Clyde into his Pokeball in a hurry and then following his own advice. It doesn't take long for them to lose the guard. They spend the rest of the day making various inquiries around the city, until (Sherlock hopes) Joan has forgotten all about his reaction.
But just in case, he beds down a little further away from her than usual, tonight.