Title : Yellow Submarine
Author : DiBee
Summary : We know from 'Warriors' that Magnus has supposedly seen the sun rise with one of the Beatles. But it raises another question...
Disclaimer : Don't own nor receive anything for writing it.
Spoiler : Slight references to Requiem and Warriors. Set before we actually first see Watson ;)
Rating : K
Author Note : English still isn't my first language. I'm still totally crazy, and this idea shows it even more, I think. I wished to thank Gaïa for the help, as well as the Beatles. Oh, and the 'slight' reference to one Tolkien book is totally my bad ;)
'Yellow Submarine, yellow submarine...'
Will was humming around, and not really looking out when he suddenly collapsed into a moving target.
"Ouch, dude, look out, this baby doesn't like to be shaken."
Henry sent him a semi bewildered look along with his warning as he made his way to his lab, his precious... -was it a ring?- , cradled in his arms as a tiny baby. Only rounder. And less lively. Who could wear a ring this big anyway...
Will sighed, and resumed humming. He had had enough a bad luck to hear ten seconds of that tune two days ago, and he hadn't been able to get it out of his head ever since.
"William Archibald Zimmerman, if you don't stop your humming at this very moment, you are actually going to be sent to supervise the maintenance on one very grey submarine in a very near future!" The ever so British voice had came from some space right behind him, that he would have swore was empty only a few seconds before, and was now occupied by one pretty cross head of Sanctuary.
Will gulped, which subsequently stopped his humming, and wondered for a second why his sudden colour-blindness would affect so much his supposedly phlegmatic boss.
"That is enough with the Beatles! Ever since the beginning of Spring, Ashley had been singing, -terrifically out of tune, I must admit, but still recognizable-, Here comes the sun. And Henry... has been renaming everyone after some 'Jude' you might know off... What is there with you and that band? Or, should I say, with me and that band? Seriously, is the fact that I knew one of the Beatle 'that' shocking to you, when you simply ignore my acquaintance of whom was once called 'Sherlock Holmes' ?"
"Wait a minute, you knew Sherlock Holmes? The real Sherlock Holmes? As in Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes?"
"His real name is Watson, actually, but anyway. And do not find yourself a new obsession among my past, or present for that matter, acquaintances, if you please."
And with that, she was gone.
"Did you just say 'his name is Watson'?" He called out after no one in particular, given she was already out of earshot. That woman really was a mystery to him. And, for all that he knew, every being who could have solved it, human or Beatles, had passed away long ago.