Fic repost: The Man with the Fobwatch
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neveralarchMan, it's so nice outside, and I had plans, and instead I'm holed up in my room, doing homework and watching brains leak out of my nose. Ew. At least the fever's gone. ANYWAY, this means it's time for another fic repost.
The Man with the Fob Watch
Doctor Who, Sherlock
Rating: PG
(general villainy)
Characters: slight Eleven/Moriarty!Master, Amy, Rory, Lestrade, Sherlock, John Watson, Mycroft.
Wordcount: 2,000ish
Summary: John and Sherlock are hanging over a piranha tank when they notice the fob watch.
A/N: Originally posted here for a prompt on the best_enemies anonmeme. Part XII of the unanoning mission!
The warehouse was silent except for the splash of water and Moriarty’s tuneless whistling. He was fiddling anxiously with something in his pocket, a symptom or a cause of his distraction. He was unshaven and his suit was rumpled. Tired. Hunted. Not sloppy, though, not yet. Sherlock watched him dispassionately as he swung over the piranha tank. Did Moriarty have an obsession with water? It might be a coincidence. The stuff was ubiquitous, after all.
"How much longer before the rope burns through?" asked Moriarty. "John, you have a watch."
"Five minutes," said John, at the same time as Sherlock said "but you have a fob watch right there."
"This doesn't work," said Moriarty. He pulled it out and turned it over in his hands, laughing self-deprecatingly. "I don't know why I keep it around."
"You've never tried to open it," said Sherlock. He ignored John's whispers about five minutes, Sherlock and how are we going to not die this time. "It's worn, but not aged, and there aren't any scratches around the edge. It's pristine. How do you know it isn't going to work?"
"I know," said Moriarty. He caught his lip in his teeth. "But-"
There was a click, and golden light spilled over Moriarty. When it faded he looked sharper. Not just a loss of exhaustion. Sherlock catalogued a number of shifts in his body language that told him he was dealing with a different man, now.
"May I ask who I’m addressing?" Sherlock asked.
"I am the Master," said the man who had been Moriarty. His pronunciation was more rolling, solid. The shifting accent was gone, settling on slightly-old-fashioned BBC English.
"I'm not calling you that," said John. "Sherlock, what happened to Moriarty? Is he having a BDSM-themed breakdown?"
"No," said Moriarty, but Sherlock ran over him.
"The opening of the watch has triggered a complete physiological and psychological shift in Moriarty. I would have to have more time to examine, but I would suspect the criminal who tied us up here no longer exists."
"He is a part of me," corrected Moriarty. "A small part, admittedly."
"Physiological shift," said John. Sherlock twisted so he could get a good look at John's wondering expression.
"Our friend Moriarty was human," said Sherlock. "I checked extensively. He is no longer."
"It's the two hearts," said Moriarty. His smile was larger and more self-assured. "Dead giveaway."
"I'm not in a position to observe," said Sherlock, nodding up at where his feet were tied to a beam. "But you are breathing with less regularity, and you display none of the basic tremors that humans are prone to."
"He's an alien," said John.
"Yes."
"Will he let us down?"
"Actually, I quite like this," said Moriarty. "Human-me was doing the best he could with very limited supplies. How long have you got?"
"Two minutes," said John, and sighed.
---
The ropes were almost entirely charred through when a lanky man in a tweed coat and a bow tie charged into the warehouse. He was followed by a couple holding hands; a woman with long red hair and a man with a long nose and a sword.
"Found you!" shouted the lanky man. "What are you doing now? Death traps? Again?"
"Doctor!" Moriarty sounded delighted. He turned to face the man, leaving the couple to sneak around him toward the piranha tank.
"Don't ‘Doctor’ me," said the lanky man. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, pulled them out again, and crossed his arms awkwardly. "Hello. Yes. I'm glad you're alive. I am not glad that you not only didn't tell me you were alive, but also built a criminal empire and have been trying to murder people."
John was talking to the couple as they tried to bring them down from the ropes. Sherlock shushed him, trying to listen in to the conversation.
"...not myself." Moriarty spread his fingers over where his hearts presumably were. "I thought, if it worked the last time I escaped the Time War, why not stick with it?"
"Last time you ended up as a sweet old scientist," said the lanky man. “I liked him.”
"I may have made some changes to the basic parameters of the Chameleon Arch," said Moriarty. "Couldn't put myself through that again."
The rope snapped, and Sherlock caught himself on the lip of the tank, his hands scrabbling on the smooth purchase. Piranhas snapped at his shoes as the couple and John dragged him up and over.
Moriarty and the lanky man had whirled around to watch. Sherlock caught a glimpse of Moriarty’s annoyed expression before his view was blocked by John’s shoulder.
"This has to stop," said the lanky man. "It's ridiculous, and it's evil, and I realize those are both synonyms for 'the Master' but it has to stop anyway."
"I have snipers in the rafters," said Moriarty. "And quite a lot more rope. I can just add you and your companions to the death trap."
"There aren't any snipers," said John. "They would have fired as soon as these three ran in."
"Sorry, I'm still disoriented," said Moriarty. He drew a pistol from a shoulder-holster before anyone could react. "What I meant was, I have a gun and will shoot this lovely girl and this lovely doctor unless you tie yourselves back up. I’ll set up the flame again and we can start all over."
"You're not allowed to call me lovely while you're trying to kill me," complained the lanky man.
"I was referring to Doctor Watson," said Moriarty. "I was trying for a parallel of vulnerable sidekicks."
"Oh," said the lanky man. He twisted to look at John and twisted back again. "Don't call anyone else lovely."
"Stop arguing before he accidentally shoots Amy," said the man with the sword. He put it down carefully and picked up some rope.
---
"I'm sorry about my nemesis," said the lanky man. Unlike Moriarty, he seemed incapable of remaining still, so his rope swung from side to side, moving him like a pendulum and occasionally bumping him into Sherlock. "I'm the Doctor, by the way, he's the Master. Anyway. I'll get him out of your hair in no time."
"I have the situation under control," said Sherlock. The Doctor swung back, revealing John and his disbelieving expression, but Sherlock paid him no mind. He'd concealed his cell phone in his hands while man without sword – Rory – was tying him up again. Now he was touch-texting Lestrade.
"You really don't have to do anything," said the Doctor. "It's practically my job to keep him from killing people."
"Then you're not very good at it," said Sherlock. "Probably too sentimental."
"Me? Sentimental? No."
"You're shagging him," said Sherlock. He didn’t want to stop texting in order to glare at the Doctor, and he didn’t want to glare distractedly and do a botched job of it. He settled for an abstracted gaze at nothing. "Or you were. It's obvious. And dull."
"It's very interesting and exciting," said the Doctor. "Wait, also, also, we're not shagging."
"Wait, not even in this body?" called Moriarty. "I thought it was sort of quirky and appealing. Is it the stubble? Because I'm already planning out something more stylish. Sideburns? No?"
“You can’t do sideburns properly,” said the Doctor. “You keep trimming them into odd shapes.”
"Doctor, do you only go for men, or only for evil maniacs?" Amy's voice revealed a long-standing infatuation, though, admittedly, so did her next words. "Because I can do the one, but I'm not big on the other."
"Amy!" Rory. He wore a ring, Amy didn’t. She did have a white stripe on her finger where a ring would be. Sherlock presumed she took hers off when wandering into strange warehouses. Practical.
"You said that if I could get him to say yes, you'd do it."
"But not when we're about to be eaten," said Rory. "Also, which one would you do?"
"We're always being eaten," grumped Amy.
Sherlock got ready to hit send on his text, and then paused. "John, I have your phone," he hissed. "What's Lestrade on your speed dial?"
"I haven't set up my speed dial," said John.
"Idiot." Sherlock thumbed a few buttons. "Lestrade, or DI Lestrade?"
"DI," said John.
"Right. How many people do you have in your address book whose names begin with D?"
It took a few minutes to come up with a list and even then it was a gamble, but the Doctor was very good at distracting Moriarty. They were reminiscing about their planet, now, the Doctor with a vague longing and Moriarty with a recently renewed distaste. Something interesting there, and Sherlock stopped texting for a moment.
"Piranhas," sing-songed John, and Sherlock resent the text to a couple other Ds in the address book just in case.
---
Sirens wailed outside. Moriarty stopped flirting with the Doctor just in time to see Lestrade run into the warehouse.
"Right, put up your hands." Lestrade gestured with the gun he was holding ready.
Moriarty made a face, and said nothing as he complied.
"Donovan, go around and take down Sherlock and them."
Donovan climbed up the ladder and glanced down into the tank. "Fish? Is this a Bond film?"
"This is my fault," said the Doctor. "I didn't know he would take my introduction to Earth pop culture and use it for evil."
"You showed an evil mastermind Bond movies?" asked Rory. "What did you expect to happen?"
"He was only a bit of a mastermind at the time," muttered the Doctor.
"Donovan, these fish are going to kill us if you don't hurry up," said John.
Donovan mumbled a litany about freaks as she started to take Rory down.
---
Outside was a mess of police cars and an ambulance or two. Sherlock got another blanket for being in shock. He supposed he deserved it even more this time.
"Prison cells won't hold him," said the Doctor, beside him. His eyes tracked Moriarty as he was ducked into a police car. "They haven't before."
"Then I'll catch him again," said Sherlock, sharply.
"Maybe I'll stick around," said the Doctor. "Yes. Make sure the Master doesn't get into any more trouble."
"I'm sure you have other things to do," said Sherlock. "Go do them."
"You're a little standoffish," said the Doctor. "You know, he was my nemesis first."
"The Doctor," said Mycroft, precluding Sherlock's response. He had been hanging around in the crowd for some time, but Sherlock couldn't be bothered to warn the Doctor. He allowed himself a small smile as the Doctor jumped. "A pleasure, sir."
"Oh, hello," said the Doctor.
"I need just a moment of your time," said Mycroft, taking the Doctor's arm and leading him away. Sherlock watched them with narrowed eyes.
"Amy and Rory are nice," said John, wandering up with his own blanket. "A bit weird."
"They're about to get involved in the needs of Her Majesty's Government," said Sherlock, with satisfaction.
"You'll have Moriarty all to yourself, then," said John. "You should send Mycroft a thank-you card."
"Do you think it would confuse him, or just make him pleased?" Sherlock could envisage both possibilities.
"It depends how sappy it is," said John. "Come on, let's go to a card shop before we go home." He tugged on Sherlock's hand, and Sherlock let him pull him along for a moment before disengaging.
"It's my sword," Rory was explaining to a police officer as they passed. "I lost it when I became human again, you see, but we found it again when we visited Rome. I just got it back, so I don't want you confiscating it for evidence."
"And not my handcuffs, either," said Amy.
"What are they for?" asked the officer skeptically.
"Well, sometimes Rory likes-"
"Amy!"
"How many kittens are just too many?" asked Sherlock, as they left earshot. He was tending toward two, but John probably had more experience with card-giving.
"Five," said John, firmly.
"Right. We need a five-cat card for my dear brother."
The sun was setting, Moriarty was in the hands of the law, and the Doctor and his companions were firmly entangled in various degrees of trouble. John was not eaten by piranhas. A good start to the evening, decided Sherlock.
The Man with the Fob Watch
Doctor Who, Sherlock
Rating: PG
(general villainy)
Characters: slight Eleven/Moriarty!Master, Amy, Rory, Lestrade, Sherlock, John Watson, Mycroft.
Wordcount: 2,000ish
Summary: John and Sherlock are hanging over a piranha tank when they notice the fob watch.
A/N: Originally posted here for a prompt on the best_enemies anonmeme. Part XII of the unanoning mission!
The warehouse was silent except for the splash of water and Moriarty’s tuneless whistling. He was fiddling anxiously with something in his pocket, a symptom or a cause of his distraction. He was unshaven and his suit was rumpled. Tired. Hunted. Not sloppy, though, not yet. Sherlock watched him dispassionately as he swung over the piranha tank. Did Moriarty have an obsession with water? It might be a coincidence. The stuff was ubiquitous, after all.
"How much longer before the rope burns through?" asked Moriarty. "John, you have a watch."
"Five minutes," said John, at the same time as Sherlock said "but you have a fob watch right there."
"This doesn't work," said Moriarty. He pulled it out and turned it over in his hands, laughing self-deprecatingly. "I don't know why I keep it around."
"You've never tried to open it," said Sherlock. He ignored John's whispers about five minutes, Sherlock and how are we going to not die this time. "It's worn, but not aged, and there aren't any scratches around the edge. It's pristine. How do you know it isn't going to work?"
"I know," said Moriarty. He caught his lip in his teeth. "But-"
There was a click, and golden light spilled over Moriarty. When it faded he looked sharper. Not just a loss of exhaustion. Sherlock catalogued a number of shifts in his body language that told him he was dealing with a different man, now.
"May I ask who I’m addressing?" Sherlock asked.
"I am the Master," said the man who had been Moriarty. His pronunciation was more rolling, solid. The shifting accent was gone, settling on slightly-old-fashioned BBC English.
"I'm not calling you that," said John. "Sherlock, what happened to Moriarty? Is he having a BDSM-themed breakdown?"
"No," said Moriarty, but Sherlock ran over him.
"The opening of the watch has triggered a complete physiological and psychological shift in Moriarty. I would have to have more time to examine, but I would suspect the criminal who tied us up here no longer exists."
"He is a part of me," corrected Moriarty. "A small part, admittedly."
"Physiological shift," said John. Sherlock twisted so he could get a good look at John's wondering expression.
"Our friend Moriarty was human," said Sherlock. "I checked extensively. He is no longer."
"It's the two hearts," said Moriarty. His smile was larger and more self-assured. "Dead giveaway."
"I'm not in a position to observe," said Sherlock, nodding up at where his feet were tied to a beam. "But you are breathing with less regularity, and you display none of the basic tremors that humans are prone to."
"He's an alien," said John.
"Yes."
"Will he let us down?"
"Actually, I quite like this," said Moriarty. "Human-me was doing the best he could with very limited supplies. How long have you got?"
"Two minutes," said John, and sighed.
---
The ropes were almost entirely charred through when a lanky man in a tweed coat and a bow tie charged into the warehouse. He was followed by a couple holding hands; a woman with long red hair and a man with a long nose and a sword.
"Found you!" shouted the lanky man. "What are you doing now? Death traps? Again?"
"Doctor!" Moriarty sounded delighted. He turned to face the man, leaving the couple to sneak around him toward the piranha tank.
"Don't ‘Doctor’ me," said the lanky man. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, pulled them out again, and crossed his arms awkwardly. "Hello. Yes. I'm glad you're alive. I am not glad that you not only didn't tell me you were alive, but also built a criminal empire and have been trying to murder people."
John was talking to the couple as they tried to bring them down from the ropes. Sherlock shushed him, trying to listen in to the conversation.
"...not myself." Moriarty spread his fingers over where his hearts presumably were. "I thought, if it worked the last time I escaped the Time War, why not stick with it?"
"Last time you ended up as a sweet old scientist," said the lanky man. “I liked him.”
"I may have made some changes to the basic parameters of the Chameleon Arch," said Moriarty. "Couldn't put myself through that again."
The rope snapped, and Sherlock caught himself on the lip of the tank, his hands scrabbling on the smooth purchase. Piranhas snapped at his shoes as the couple and John dragged him up and over.
Moriarty and the lanky man had whirled around to watch. Sherlock caught a glimpse of Moriarty’s annoyed expression before his view was blocked by John’s shoulder.
"This has to stop," said the lanky man. "It's ridiculous, and it's evil, and I realize those are both synonyms for 'the Master' but it has to stop anyway."
"I have snipers in the rafters," said Moriarty. "And quite a lot more rope. I can just add you and your companions to the death trap."
"There aren't any snipers," said John. "They would have fired as soon as these three ran in."
"Sorry, I'm still disoriented," said Moriarty. He drew a pistol from a shoulder-holster before anyone could react. "What I meant was, I have a gun and will shoot this lovely girl and this lovely doctor unless you tie yourselves back up. I’ll set up the flame again and we can start all over."
"You're not allowed to call me lovely while you're trying to kill me," complained the lanky man.
"I was referring to Doctor Watson," said Moriarty. "I was trying for a parallel of vulnerable sidekicks."
"Oh," said the lanky man. He twisted to look at John and twisted back again. "Don't call anyone else lovely."
"Stop arguing before he accidentally shoots Amy," said the man with the sword. He put it down carefully and picked up some rope.
---
"I'm sorry about my nemesis," said the lanky man. Unlike Moriarty, he seemed incapable of remaining still, so his rope swung from side to side, moving him like a pendulum and occasionally bumping him into Sherlock. "I'm the Doctor, by the way, he's the Master. Anyway. I'll get him out of your hair in no time."
"I have the situation under control," said Sherlock. The Doctor swung back, revealing John and his disbelieving expression, but Sherlock paid him no mind. He'd concealed his cell phone in his hands while man without sword – Rory – was tying him up again. Now he was touch-texting Lestrade.
"You really don't have to do anything," said the Doctor. "It's practically my job to keep him from killing people."
"Then you're not very good at it," said Sherlock. "Probably too sentimental."
"Me? Sentimental? No."
"You're shagging him," said Sherlock. He didn’t want to stop texting in order to glare at the Doctor, and he didn’t want to glare distractedly and do a botched job of it. He settled for an abstracted gaze at nothing. "Or you were. It's obvious. And dull."
"It's very interesting and exciting," said the Doctor. "Wait, also, also, we're not shagging."
"Wait, not even in this body?" called Moriarty. "I thought it was sort of quirky and appealing. Is it the stubble? Because I'm already planning out something more stylish. Sideburns? No?"
“You can’t do sideburns properly,” said the Doctor. “You keep trimming them into odd shapes.”
"Doctor, do you only go for men, or only for evil maniacs?" Amy's voice revealed a long-standing infatuation, though, admittedly, so did her next words. "Because I can do the one, but I'm not big on the other."
"Amy!" Rory. He wore a ring, Amy didn’t. She did have a white stripe on her finger where a ring would be. Sherlock presumed she took hers off when wandering into strange warehouses. Practical.
"You said that if I could get him to say yes, you'd do it."
"But not when we're about to be eaten," said Rory. "Also, which one would you do?"
"We're always being eaten," grumped Amy.
Sherlock got ready to hit send on his text, and then paused. "John, I have your phone," he hissed. "What's Lestrade on your speed dial?"
"I haven't set up my speed dial," said John.
"Idiot." Sherlock thumbed a few buttons. "Lestrade, or DI Lestrade?"
"DI," said John.
"Right. How many people do you have in your address book whose names begin with D?"
It took a few minutes to come up with a list and even then it was a gamble, but the Doctor was very good at distracting Moriarty. They were reminiscing about their planet, now, the Doctor with a vague longing and Moriarty with a recently renewed distaste. Something interesting there, and Sherlock stopped texting for a moment.
"Piranhas," sing-songed John, and Sherlock resent the text to a couple other Ds in the address book just in case.
---
Sirens wailed outside. Moriarty stopped flirting with the Doctor just in time to see Lestrade run into the warehouse.
"Right, put up your hands." Lestrade gestured with the gun he was holding ready.
Moriarty made a face, and said nothing as he complied.
"Donovan, go around and take down Sherlock and them."
Donovan climbed up the ladder and glanced down into the tank. "Fish? Is this a Bond film?"
"This is my fault," said the Doctor. "I didn't know he would take my introduction to Earth pop culture and use it for evil."
"You showed an evil mastermind Bond movies?" asked Rory. "What did you expect to happen?"
"He was only a bit of a mastermind at the time," muttered the Doctor.
"Donovan, these fish are going to kill us if you don't hurry up," said John.
Donovan mumbled a litany about freaks as she started to take Rory down.
---
Outside was a mess of police cars and an ambulance or two. Sherlock got another blanket for being in shock. He supposed he deserved it even more this time.
"Prison cells won't hold him," said the Doctor, beside him. His eyes tracked Moriarty as he was ducked into a police car. "They haven't before."
"Then I'll catch him again," said Sherlock, sharply.
"Maybe I'll stick around," said the Doctor. "Yes. Make sure the Master doesn't get into any more trouble."
"I'm sure you have other things to do," said Sherlock. "Go do them."
"You're a little standoffish," said the Doctor. "You know, he was my nemesis first."
"The Doctor," said Mycroft, precluding Sherlock's response. He had been hanging around in the crowd for some time, but Sherlock couldn't be bothered to warn the Doctor. He allowed himself a small smile as the Doctor jumped. "A pleasure, sir."
"Oh, hello," said the Doctor.
"I need just a moment of your time," said Mycroft, taking the Doctor's arm and leading him away. Sherlock watched them with narrowed eyes.
"Amy and Rory are nice," said John, wandering up with his own blanket. "A bit weird."
"They're about to get involved in the needs of Her Majesty's Government," said Sherlock, with satisfaction.
"You'll have Moriarty all to yourself, then," said John. "You should send Mycroft a thank-you card."
"Do you think it would confuse him, or just make him pleased?" Sherlock could envisage both possibilities.
"It depends how sappy it is," said John. "Come on, let's go to a card shop before we go home." He tugged on Sherlock's hand, and Sherlock let him pull him along for a moment before disengaging.
"It's my sword," Rory was explaining to a police officer as they passed. "I lost it when I became human again, you see, but we found it again when we visited Rome. I just got it back, so I don't want you confiscating it for evidence."
"And not my handcuffs, either," said Amy.
"What are they for?" asked the officer skeptically.
"Well, sometimes Rory likes-"
"Amy!"
"How many kittens are just too many?" asked Sherlock, as they left earshot. He was tending toward two, but John probably had more experience with card-giving.
"Five," said John, firmly.
"Right. We need a five-cat card for my dear brother."
The sun was setting, Moriarty was in the hands of the law, and the Doctor and his companions were firmly entangled in various degrees of trouble. John was not eaten by piranhas. A good start to the evening, decided Sherlock.
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Date: 2011-05-13 04:14 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-05-13 04:29 pm (UTC)CLASSIC! CLASSIC! Well, all of it is, really. LUVVERLY!
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Date: 2011-05-14 07:19 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-05-13 07:18 pm (UTC)D U D E.
Righteous, man.
Everyone's spot on.
FIVE CAT CARD! That is an EPIC sentence! Pleas use it for a title in the future! It's just THat good. You could have a series going!
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Date: 2011-05-14 07:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-13 07:20 pm (UTC)well done indeed.
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Date: 2011-05-14 07:26 pm (UTC)Also, I remember that when we were talking, this was my last fic to unanon and then I would be done. Now I have four more in the queue. Surely, this is a Sisyphean task/something equally pretentious :|
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Date: 2011-05-14 08:23 pm (UTC)i am very happy the anon meme makes you write so much, btw. and i suspected a good many were yours, because i liked them so much (also if the prompt about roberts being a fencer isn't yours, you should find out who that prompter is and befriend them, but i'm pretty sure it is.)
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Date: 2011-05-14 09:23 pm (UTC)The Roberts fencing prompt is totally me, courtesy of inspiration from the fencing.net mailing list. If I knew there was someone else who fenced and shipped Doctor/Master, I would have tracked them down so fast. I've tried a few times to turn fencers into Doctor Who fans and work from there, but I haven't had much luck so far. Someday. Someday I will find the right combination.
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Date: 2011-05-14 10:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-15 02:21 pm (UTC)(The next two paragraphs here have nothing to do with what you were asking, sorry. I though I'd just go back and warn you before the tl;dr happened.)
Having looked at my prompt, though, I have come to the conclusion that what I really want is a weird Doctor Who/By the Sword fusion. Like, without all of the By the Sword bits, because it sounds like an awful movie which apparently ends with a climactic duel between the arrogant and underhanded fencing coach (Roberts) and the ex-con with a heart of gold who killed his father in an earlier duel (some other guy). What.
ANYWAY, I now want Roberts!Master as a competitive fencer and Eight as the sports journalist who has been condemned to covering fencing and who knows that his career is probably all but over. Roberts!Master would have to explain all the rules to a completely confused Eight. There would be lots of snide comments about sabre fencers with their hacking and slashing and no point control, and epee fencers who do nothing but bounce up and down and miss each others feet (because Roberts would totally fence foil). Also, Five would be the major rival, and eventually Eight has to learn how to fence in order to duel Five for Roberts!Master's love. Or something. I think the reason I prompted Three/Roberts!Master instead of this is because I already know that I'm the only person who would write/read this idea.
tl;dr is my new address (at least yours has punctuation)
Date: 2011-05-15 02:46 pm (UTC)on the other hand a) i would watch and base my characterisation of roberts!master forever on that film b) i would read the crap out of the AU you suggest. and probably would be writing it right now if i wasn't already writing a ridiculous long AU in which roberts!master was a fencer.... and if i knew anything about fencing, which i don't if it wasn't in the three musketeers. although, obviously this links back in with the (sorry, but i think we all know by the sword is now the focus of this conversation) far less important point of whether you should write about what you know or not. and i do feel a bit shamed by your answer, but at the same time i think if you're actively seeking out fencing fics you want the fencing to be an important part, rather than just a setting. also i am the terrible smug sort of person who reads a fic that gets a tiny insignificent detail of canon wrong and thinks 'what an idiot' even though i write loads of fic like that in the early days of writing, and must still be doing it because i only found out this morning that vansell, vansell was a member of the deca. wft? vansell???
anyway - write some roberts!master fic!
or whatever my point was.
more fencing!
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Date: 2011-05-15 04:10 pm (UTC)I totally forgot that Roberts!Master was a fencer in your AU, and then got distracted while I reread Meanwhile, in Another Universe. (Is there more of that coming soon? I ask because I really like it.) I really love that fencing is the sport for D/M, by the way, the ratio of fencing to fic in this fandom is so much higher than anything except Highlander, I think.
Re: canon issues, I think I'm actually really judgey of people for screwing major things up, especially when it's something you could fix with research. But I also spend a lot of time double-checking things on TARDIS wiki and then still get stuff wrong, so. I guess my ideals are higher than my actual execution. Also, Vansell? I only know half of the Deca members, but seriously?
I was going to say something like "but I am supposed to be doing homework and applying to grad school, and this idea is at least 20,000 words worth of fic, no way is it actually happening," but then I started writing dialogue down anyway. Oh well.
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Date: 2011-05-15 04:34 pm (UTC)amadeus is a great film - much better (probably) than by the sword. it's about trying to be the best. f murray abraham's character just wants to be an awesome composer, and then mozart shows up and is so much better than him, but salleri (f murray) is the only one who sees it, and he dedicates his life to destroying mozart while being totally in love with his music. it's a brilliant film, which won multiple oscars, one of which was for the star of 'by the sword' - who was up against the guy who played mozart, who was really good. in short f murray abraham is really really good at acting, and so whenever i see something else that he's been in i have to laugh for about 10 minutes straight, because whatever it is (i.e. muppets in space) is usually so bad that it would be embarrassing for eric roberts...
and yes! re meanwhile. (funny you should ask - it's not like i am dropping hints. well, not on purpose, but i like to talk about the writing so i guess you have to hear about it). i am about 6,000 words into the second chapter, and i wasn't necessarily thinking about it when i asked whether you would be offended by bad fencing, but i am pleased nonetheless that you wouldn't be particularly.
i also think 'fencing' is one of the reasons that doctor/master is a better pairing than all the others. (it would have really perked up end of time). why did king's demons get voted off so early? not only is it good(ish), it's so much shorter than sea devils... ho hum. anyway.
sherlock, sherlock, sherlock. stupid!watson is looking for clues as to how this comment relates to your fic. thus far he has found a jar of jam.
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Date: 2011-05-15 06:24 pm (UTC)Oh man, is there going to be fencing in the next chapter? Or even just vague mentions of the fact that fencing is a thing? So excited. Also for the rest of the fic, obviously. But you're right, if there was Doctor/Romana fencing or Rose/Mickey fencing, I would be way more interested in those pairings. (Amy with a sword was so awesome, and I am apparently incredibly easy for these things.)
I feel that later readers may go through the comments looking for interesting conversations and learn about By the Sword and F Murray Abraham. I have gained a lot of knowledge in the past by reading comment conversations and generally being a bit of a creeper.
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Date: 2011-05-15 06:35 pm (UTC)no fencing in chapter two. but there are lots of bits with taxis! you liked that in chapter 1, i remember (because i read the comments again recently in an attempt to jolly myself into writing a bit more). hmm. there will be fencing a bit later. and probably a cricket game. to be honest, i have only the sketchiest idea between what happens at the end of this chapter and what definitely happens at the end of the fic in about 70,000 words time. but i assume there will be some fencing...
also, amy with a sword was pretty great. i like her a lot more this series.
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Date: 2011-05-15 06:51 pm (UTC)Treasure Island is admittedly much better than Muppets in Space. I think we may have switched when the awesomeness of Tim Curry stopped sustaining my mom through the thousandth rewatch of the movie. We were really into the muppets, I guess.
I did like the taxi! I am excited for the new chapter, despite the vagueness of this promise of future fencing.
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Date: 2011-05-13 10:02 pm (UTC)Doctor and Master flirting with Sherlock making commentary in the background and Rory with his sword and his nose and Amy contemplating becoming evil and poor, poor John fkjdkglfdg this is A+, okay A+! You've written the characters so accurately and the plot and James Bond watching Master? I love your brain ): ♥
"You're shagging him," said Sherlock. He didn’t want to stop texting in order to glare at the Doctor, and he didn’t want to glare distractedly and do a botched job of it. He settled for an abstracted gaze at nothing. "Or you were. It's obvious. And dull."
"It's very interesting and exciting," said the Doctor. "Wait, also, also, we're not shagging."
"Wait, not even in this body?" called Moriarty. "I thought it was sort of quirky and appealing. Is it the stubble? Because I'm already planning out something more stylish. Sideburns? No?"
dying rn omg I need more Sherlock+Doctor/Master interaction in my life ):
thank you for sharing this, wonderful person~~~
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Date: 2011-05-13 10:55 pm (UTC)The line that made my wife ask what I was laughing at was "This is my fault," said the Doctor. "I didn't know he would take my introduction to Earth pop culture and use it for evil."
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Date: 2011-06-05 07:03 am (UTC)"You're shagging him," said Sherlock. He didn’t want to stop texting in order to glare at the Doctor, and he didn’t want to glare distractedly and do a botched job of it. He settled for an abstracted gaze at nothing. "Or you were. It's obvious. And dull."
"It's very interesting and exciting," said the Doctor. "Wait, also, also, we're not shagging."
"Wait, not even in this body?" called Moriarty. "I thought it was sort of quirky and appealing.
Oh Doctor. Oh Sherlock. Oh Moriarty!Master. ♥ I especially like Eleven's "very interesting and exciting" there because it does seem to be an Elevenish thing, oversharing about why he's attracted to someone, especially someone "bad." But really, all of it is hilarious and lovely. And of course Theta and Koschei used to watch Bond movies. Of course.
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