Third Star+Sherlock.

James= Sherlock
Davey= John
Bill= Lestrade
Myles= Anderson

Classic AotW-esque thing, but going onto the story line of Third Star because I am freakin obsessed with this movie. TECHNICALLY it's a crossover, but I can't find the category for the movie. So I just shoved it in here. I just HAD to cast Anderson as Myles... I mean, come on, it suits perfectly right? I really wanted to have Lestrade as Myles because I though it would be easier to write, but I didn't want to leave Anderson out and shove Mycroft into it... because that would be awkward. But, anyway. Go watch the movie because it's perfect and just... ah, I just watched it and I still can't breathe properly. I was sobbing so hard... *sigh* I kind of abandoned my MorMor fic cos it wasn't working for me... I got a good knowledge of drugs now though C: I'm yet to convert the movie and put it on my iPod... which I will do. I might take the Fall off of it so I can write this all the time, I'll carry it around on a USB stick I'm so attatched to it. Anyway, I changed bits and pieces of the story to suit characters and whatnot, I sorta changed Anderson to suit everyone a little. I KNOW that everyone will be horribly OOC. And I'm also sick... so, uh... it may not be exactly 'quiality' as of yet. I've been sick for a week now and it's thrown everything out of whack. Also, my internet is down for a while... So I'm stuck with notepad and iTunes. Until I can hack something. I'm going off of a script I found, it's not exactly the same... but that's what I'll be roughtly following... and I'm getting so distracted by Benedicts' voice. It's pissing me off. I'm also having a problem with tenses, so... bear with me. Also, canon? What canon... I'm going to pretend that the Fall never happened. PS. I don't have word. Disregard any typos. AND THE EDITING ON THIS SITE IS SO DODGY.

"Sherlock Holmes... 37 years old today. I'm going to die young aren't I?" he chuckled to himself, flicking the small voice recorder around in his hand. "I could say more... but, what hasn't already been said? I needn't say anything more to John. Cancer scares him, as it did Mycroft. Though he never let it show around us. He has his collegues and a fair share of enemies to deal with. Lestrade, I think, is happy to get away from his wife, he built us all a cart to ride in. Transport for me and for the luggage. And... then there's Anderson. Don't even... ask, why we're bringing him with us. Lestrade thought it would be good to have an annoying dick on the ride. He said we could 'bond'."
He clenched his jaw, spinning the recorder around in his hand again before hitting the stop button with a trembling left thumb. He made sure to record all of his thoughts, deductions and anything important... like John. John... his eyes glazed over knowing what he'll do to him, cancer, of course. Of all things. He thought he would go out with a bang... chasing a criminal like Moriarty, or dying an old man. But, morphine was the only thing stopping him from screaming, his body left scarred and pained from the ravaging effects of the cancer. It was something he hid, most of the time. Until lately when everything got worse, Sherlock knew he was drawing to a close. But he was OK. Really.

He found himself out the back of 221b, sitting around a table [it was his birthday after all], staring across at Anderson coming through the back door. Anderson had stopped be the unbelievably annoying Anderson when he was told that Sherlock was dying, he was doing it for John, who was hit the hardest by the news. Sherlock took the last from his drink and stood up, much to the disappointment of everyone else, and limped outside, leaning heavily on his cane. The decor was white, the table also, the table cloth was printed in funny colors and designs. Mrs Hudson had set everything up. Even down to the cake, which she insisted, must have 37 candles. Sherlock cracked a smile at the bickering he and Mrs Hudson had gone through. He sat down on a discarded chair, propping his cane against the side of it.

"Well, you look horrible," Anderson muttered, shoving his hands into his coat pockets.

"I was about to say the same to you, Anderson," Sherlock replied with a half smile. "This is a good day mind you, what are you going to do on the trip?"

Anderson laughed, flicking his hair out of his face, "Barafundle Bay is a long way to walk, you know."

"Lestrade made the cart remember?"

Sherlock fiddled with the camera, adjusting the lense and setting it on Auto while John tossed things into the back of the right red van. Anderson stood off to the side and watched him struggle with it- the technologicaly handicapped Sherlock he is- until he heard the strum of a guitar. Of course, Lestrade's NEW new obsession. Last time it was the clarinet.

"No! No. No way," he shouted, pointing menancingly to a very confused Lestrade.

"Come on!" he glared at Anderson then put on puppy eyes at Sherlock who grinned and shook his head, not looking up from the camera. "John?"

John extracted himself from the back of the van, smacking his head on the side of it, "Ow!" he rubbed his head while talking, "We did agree, remember?"

Lestrade sulked before shoving the guitar at Mycroft, "Fine..." he grumbled.

Everyone had tossed aside their usual formal attire and had gone out and bought new clothes, spray jackets, beanies, jeans, actual hiking boots and casual clothes. Though Sherlock had kept his blue scarf and John had kept his black and white striped shirt, even though they weren't supposed to. This was going to be a holiday, vacation... whatever you want to call it- for the hard working officers of Scotland Yard. All the men anyway.

"Have a safe trip!" Mycroft said, shaking Sherlock's hand, then John's. "Don't wear my brother out too much."

Sherlock smiled a little at Sally, giving her a wave with the camera. "I guess... I'll see you all when I arrive home again."

Mrs Hudson tottered up to him, wrapping her arms around his chest, "Be safe, no big risks now Sherlock."

"I know, Mrs Hudson, I'll be careful."

That was a lie.

Sorry for the shortness. I just wanted to see if anyone was interested...? Please R&R. Pleeeeeeease.