Mister Holmes! I Cried Out As I Made My Way Across The Market. "Mister Holmes!

“Mister Holmes!“ I cried out as I made my way across the market. "Mister Holmes!”

It wasn’t such an uncommon name to give our game away, and the expression on his face was more than worth the risk. He looked up from the plum-cart, a moment of unguarded recognition, then a deep blush following fast on its heels at being so transparent. He swallowed deeply, forcing his customary mask back into place. Near-three years’ practice at playing dead; you would have thought he’d be better at it by now. But in his defense, mine was certainly not a face he ever expected to see again.

“You have me confused with someone else. The name is Sigerson.”

“Is it indeed?” I chided him. My appearance was much changed (both by design and by necessity, some persistent injuries had stubbornly refused to heal) but my smile at least was still my own. I let him see it, let the old gleam at the prospect of revisiting our old connection show in my eyes, and saw a second glimpse of recognition in his. His breath caught in his throat, his eyes dilated just that little bit more. In his hand, the plum juice colored his palm a nicely symbolic red from where he’d grasped it too hard, breaking the fruit’s skin.

I paid the vendor for his ruined fruit and offered Holmes my handkerchief so he might clean his hand. “Will you join me?” I asked. Choice demanded an alternative and so was an illusion between Holmes and myself at this point, much as it had been on the precipice. Still, we were in a public market, and sometimes illusions could prove useful. “My rooms aren’t far,” I lied, “and I would welcome the company of a… countryman.”

Holmes stood resolute in his silence. There wasn’t much he could say in a public market, of course, and I chose to credit that silence as cleverness more than shock, if only because I enjoyed thinking of him still as among the wise, and that my own losses at his hands were to some degree justified. The last near-three years had not been kind to him, and I needed some foothold to maintain my faith in him. “Yes,” he said at last, pocketing the handkerchief (still mindful of forensics; at least he still held on to that). “Yes; lead on.”

(Continue.)

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The @holmestice reveals are up, so I can proudly claim my own submission.  Written for Trobadora.

Imagine that Holmes wasn’t the only one to survive his fall over the Reichenbach Falls, and that he meets Moriarty during the Great Hiatus for a more intimate final confrontation than events in “The Final Problem” allowed. Moriarty’s POV, and goodness what a head-trip that was!

Many thanks to @aristofranes, who beta’d and Brit-checked. As always, I appreciate her help greatly.

Star Trek colouring-in project #1: Lorca

I'm trying to keep myself occupied and (more or less) sane with some Star Trek colouring-in projects. And I thought other Trekkies might enjoy them too, so...

First up: it's frowny (Prime) Gabriel Lorca!

Feel free to print/download/share/colour in; if you do, please share the results - I'd love to see them!

Coming soon: a certain highly caffeinated captain...

Chapters: 4/8

Fandom: Star Trek: Discovery

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Katrina Cornwell/Original Universe Gabriel Lorca, Katrina Cornwell & Philippa Georgiou & Orignal Universe Gabriel Lorca

Characters: Prime Gabriel Lorca, Harry Mudd, Katrina Cornwell, Ash Tyler | Voq, Other Character Tags to Be Added

Additional Tags: enemies to reluctant allies to inept detectives to frenemies?, communication via fortune cookies, questionable detective work, inept heists, grudgingly canon compliant, fixing the injustice of erasing Discovery from history one poorly-thought out escapade at a time

Summary:

2270. Nearly ten years ago, Gabriel Lorca returned from the mirror universe to a home that wasn’t really his anymore. With no ship, no rank, no reputation, no Kat - and no hope of ever finding out what happened to her - he’s ready to let Starfleet help him to disappear.

But it’s hard to move on when you don’t know what you’re moving on from. So when he stumbles on a chance to uncover the truth about what happened to the people he loved, Gabriel finds himself teaming up with a very unlikely partner for one last, deeply unofficial, mission.

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Chapter 4! Flirtation and a brief musical interlude. Oh, and a really terrible heist.

I've been finding it really hard to be creative lately, given ... *waves hands at everything*

So I'm trying to kickstart my brain by reworking some of my Star Trek: Discovery post-it note doodles from last year into colouring-in sheets. And I thought other Trekkies might enjoy a colouring-in project too...

First up: it's frowny Prime Gabriel Lorca!

Here's the original post-it note doodle from last September:

And here is the reworked version, ready for colouring!

Feel free to print/download/share/colour in; if you do, please share the results - I'd love to see it!

Chapters: 13/13

Fandom: Star Trek: Discovery

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Katrina Cornwell/Original Universe Gabriel Lorca, Katrina Cornwell & Philippa Georgiou & Orignal Universe Gabriel Lorca

Characters: Prime Gabriel Lorca, Harry Mudd, Katrina Cornwell, Ash Tyler | Voq, Christopher Pike, Mirror Philippa Georgiou, Number One (Star Trek), Amanda Grayson, Sarek (Star Trek)

Additional Tags: enemies to reluctant allies to inept detectives to frenemies?, communication via fortune cookies, questionable detective work, inept heists, grudgingly canon compliant, fixing the injustice of erasing Discovery from history one poorly-thought out escapade at a time, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Grief, but also jokes?

Summary:

2270. Nearly ten years ago, Gabriel Lorca returned from the mirror universe to a home that wasn’t really his anymore. With no ship, no rank, no reputation, no Kat - and no hope of ever finding out what happened to her - he’s ready to let Starfleet help him to disappear.

But it’s hard to move on when you don’t know what you’re moving on from. So when he stumbles on a chance to uncover the truth about what happened to the people he loved, Gabriel finds himself teaming up with a very unlikely partner for one last, deeply unofficial, mission.

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Ten months, 13 chapters and 55,981 words later - it’s done! Have an epilogue, in which there is coffee, and company, and a new mission.

Procrastinated from writing chapter 6 of Lost Cause with a quick doodle of Gabriel Lorca/Gabriel Lorca’s Depression Beard ™ c. 2270.

(How does Jason Isaacs’ face work, anyway?)