Subject: Percy Jackson/Sherlock (not shipping, canons)
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Posted on: 2014-02-23 07:04:00 UTC
Sherlock was not surprised that the police didn't know how the murder happened. The police were usually wrong. No one could see what was right in front of them. No one could observe.
But this was ridiculous.
"I thought you said she was stabbed with a knife!"
The chief investigator furrowed his brow. "It is a knife."
"No, it's clearly a venomous spike from some sort of animal. Our culprit was creative." Sherlock knelt on the pavement next to the body. "It was thrown at the victim, from a very odd angle - see how it has sunk in more on this side? That indicates it was thrown upward, as if launched from the ground."
"Why couldn't the culprit have simply stabbed upwards?" the investigator asked.
"If you held this spike in your hand, you too would be affected by the venom, and there haven't been any other deaths. I don't recognize what creature this is from, though."
"It's not a spike, it's a dagger," the investigator said, frustrated.
"And I said, are you blind, that is clearly a spike," Sherlock said. "I didn't think you were that stupid. So, why would someone - "
He broke off short.
"What is it?"
Sherlock turned and bolted. He had a feeling, a strong feeling. Someone - someone right now - was facing their death. He had never been more certain of anything in his life, and it simultaneously terrified him and excited him.
He darted through side streets and around street corners, pulled by the feeling. Was he going to save their life, or were they going to die, and he would have a murder to solve? He didn't know, and he didn't care. It was exhilirating, and strange.
He stopped short in a darkened alleyway. A sandy haired teenager was pinned to the wall with one of the spikes he'd seen earlier, and a person - no, a creature - faced him, tail long and spiky. That was how they were thrown from that angle!
A part of Sherlock's brain registered that monsters weren't supposed to exist, and then another part of his brain realized that was John Watson. The closest thing he had to a friend.
"Half-blood. I should have known," The investigator said.
"What did you just call me?" John asked, wincing in pain.
"Of course he'd befriend you. Less powerful, but still satisfying."
The monster turned.
"I knew you'd come out of hiding for this. Drawn to death, incredibly observant," he continued. "Enjoy this death, Son of Hades."
The monster fired a barrage of spikes, and instinctively, Sherlock held up his hands. "Not John!" he yelled, and the ground rumbled. A crack split apart the asphalt, and it widened into a fissure. The monster and spikes tumbled into the abyss, and the fissure closed with a loud crunch.
Sherlock collapsed to the ground and exhaled. John freed himself from the spike on the wall by ripping his shirt, and, clutching his shoulder, he joined Sherlock.
"What was that?"
Sherlock stared at the crack in the asphalt.
"Sherlock, how did that happen?"
He looked up. "I don't know, John."
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I'm probably going to expand this at some point, since I have a bunch of other ideas that provide backstory for this as well as some ideas about other characters once they get to Camp Half-Blood. Backstory:
John and Sherlock met at school because of some mutual demigod problem (only they don't know that's why they're drawn to each other), but I'm not exactly sure what. John's a son of Asclepius because doctors, which is why he's less noticable than Sherlock, son of Hades.
Other ideas:
Lestrade is head counselor for Hermes, which is where Sherlock stays when he gets to Camp Half-Blood.
Molly is a daughter of Athena.
Mary is from the Roman camp. I don't know why, but it feels right for some reason.
Fandoms:
Welcome to Night Vale
Almost Human
Avengers
The Kane Chronicles
Star Trek
(Oh gods I might want to do some of these - I already have lots of ideas for Almost Human/Star Trek. This is so much fun.)