A/N: Hiyah! this is our first fic, writing together, so R&R tell us what you think. It's a four part fic, and we'll upload one a day. Enjoy!
Once upon a time in a kingdom far, far away in the magical canon of BBC, there lived a consulting princess, by the name of Sherly White. Birth name of Sherlock Holmes, but no-one ever came to see a princess with a name like Holmes, it would be shameful! The name was tainted by his brother's unimaginable appetite that had managed to create a name for its self. Anyway, Sherly White lived in a mahoosive castle, sharing the glory with his pet hedgehogs and fairies and enough sass sparkled with knowledge to fill a black hole. Which is an impossibility, black hole do not simply end, unless you have the help of The Doctor and K9, but that's a story for another day. Right now, Sherly's dearest mummy has just passed, and a new queen is taking residence in the castle.
Sherly decides he doesn't like Queen Jim, and the games he plays with Sherly are no fun. "Why blow up the rabbit? I got the riddle. You don't play exactly fair. Talking to the skull is more fun sometimes, you're too caught up in normal things to notice that I'm bored and your games aren't entertaining. Entertain me, or leave." The look Jim gave him after one of these (frequent) outburts was one to rival the look your mother gives you when you say "I want to boil a kitten" or "I'm too busy to clean my room," which in Sherly's household, were equal crimes. Another reason that our dearest Sherly doesn't like Queen Jim is that godforsaken mirror that he never lets go of. Every evening, he sits down and, like a ritual, stares into it and says "Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who is the cleverest of them all?" and every time, the mirror answers, "Good queen, it seems that you have the knowledge to wipe out nations." The tiniest smirk would appear on the Queens face, and he would turn away, triumphant. One winter day happens upon Sherly's birthday, and his face is flush with excitement. "Why, I am sixteen today," he chirps, standing on the terrace to the woods, looking out upon the crystalline landscape. Queen Jim, from the balcony above, casts a careless glance down and scoffs. Young and excitable, barely able to concentrate for more than a minute, lest a person in dire need of a princess comes running to the door. Queen Jim sweeps to check on his mirror and performs his ritual.
"Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who is the cleverest of them all?"
"..."
"Mirror...?"
"..."
"Mirror."
"..."
The one sided conversation was going nowhere. Jim stood, angrily and exclaimed;
"If you say what I want, I'll make you rich. If you don't, I'll make you into shoes for that oaf Cinderella to shove her warty tootsies in. TELL ME."
"I am afraid, bountiful queen, that Sherly has intelligence that surpasses your own."
The queen was silent, staring hatefully into the mirror. Seized upon impulse, he strode out to the balcony, looking to where Sherly sits, unresponsive, staring into the forest, mumbling something about peace and destruction.
"I will burn you... I will burn, the heart out of you."
He stares at Sherly, realising that this may never come to light.
"Or just send you into the forest to meet your grisly end by the hand of my axe man, and eat your major organs. That could work." Queen Jim cocks his head and grins at the figure in the garden.
"Sorry. Wrong day to die."
"Sherly!" Jim calls, his voice thick with fake care. The figure's head turned to face the bootiful Queen with pale eyes. "Can I help?" he asked.
"Don't use that tone with me. I want you to go into London and get me a new Westwood suit. You're to use your own money. Now go."
Sherly bit back a retort and clenched his fists slightly. How was this fair? He had learnt from experience that it was no use arguing, so went upstairs and collected some money from a hedgehog bank.
After putting a few hard earned ten pound notes in his coat pocket, he retreated out the house to catch a fairy train. Jim watched him leave, a hint of relief flickering in his dark eyes. "MAAAHHHCROOOOOFTTTTTT!" he yelled, listened out for the clank of Mycroft's umbrella he so greatly relied on to walk. Finally, it came sounding up the stairs and Jim didn't have to turn to watch him come into the room, the same bleak expression painted on his face. "Yes...sir...?" he asked wearily.
"I need a job doing."
"What's that sir?"
"I need you to kill Sherly Holmes."
SHERLY WHITE
Sherly browsed a couple of shops himself, enjoying the freedom he so unusually was given, mostly pet shops where he fanboyed over the hedgehogs. Finally he was on his way to the suit shop. He did a quick scan of his surroundings, taking in the histories of people around him, before returning to the present with a sharp bump. Quite literally. He spun around to apologise to whoever he had bumped into, but the words were caught in his mouth from the sight of the man in front of him.
"I'm so sorry, please forgive me." coupled with a hand on his and one on his shoulder were the undoing of Sherly, who had never found himself stuck for words before, but this man was just exquisite. Not ONLY was he a prince, (calluses on hands indicate sword fights and gun wielding, but no low class soldiers had posture that made them look quite so dashing. Jacket indicates wealth and importance, with a medical background. A prince that has training in doctoring?) but he was polite, unlike the morons Sherly sometimes had to court, and he was so good looking! Shorter than your average prince, but with posture that seemed to eradicate any notion of less than average height. His features were fine by themselves, but combined they created a man that could not be resisted, with a bit of a hedgehog tang.
"Prince John. Are you sure you're okay, you look dazed..." Prince John's marine blue eyes probed Sherly's ice blue shards. Sherly simply stood and looking into the man's eyes, and knew that he would marry this magnificent man. But right now, Sherly was looking a bit of a numpty, gazing into the eyes of a prince on the corner of the street, where he had been trying to hail a taxi. All thoughts of a taxi were mysteriously wiped from his mind when John slid his hand over Sherly's and took the bag from him.
"Let me take that for you," he murmured, accompanied by a quick quirking of his thin lips, and a glance to the street. Sherly coughed, and attempted to avert his eyes from the Prince, but in vain.
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"Pardon?"
"I was just trying to get a taxi..." Sherly's face was on fire! He had never felt like this with any of the other suitors, why would this John fellow be any different? He shook his head, attempting in a mess of curls, to clear it. It was a futile attempt. Suddenly, Sherly was in a car, and the driver was asking for an address. John leaned into the cab, pressed his lips to Sherly's cutthroat cheekbones and whispered through the mass of curls; "I'll be seeing you soon, I hope."
Sherly made a small whimpering sound. No, no he didn't. The consulting princess Sherly has no weaknesses, and none of the suitors his father dragged forward had been able to impress him, he surely did NOT get faint over princes that he just happened to chance upon in the street. Neither did he smile shyly and blush as John draped the suit over his knees and leaned back, fingers trailing over Sherly's arm. And of course, he did not, under any circumstances trail their fingers together as John extracted himself from the car, and shut the door. And what are you talking about, it's not like he thought about that moment the entire ride home... Well, that's what he'd tell himself later. As he got back to his faaabulous castle, (with the a's, it's part of the sass of belonging to Sherly) he was smiling from ear to ear, and still managed to retain his cheeriness as he dropped of Jim's suit and made his way back to his chamber. Jim was probably brooding in the dungeons.
On his way, as he skipped down the corridors and reflected on how his mind palace was so much more interesting than this castle, he got stopped by his brother.
"Oh Myc, I've had the most fabulous day! I've met my prince!"
"Uhr, that's good, Sherly. You need to come with me, into the forest for a while,"
"Okay! I can tell you about him then!" Sherly grinned submissively, dancing after Mycroft, into the depths of the forest.
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