SHERLOCK

NOTHING AND EVERYTHING

Sherlock, John, Greg and Mycroft are strange men. But they complete each other like nobody else ever has. A small look at who the characters are. Rated T for language.

Pairings(S): Hinted Mycroft/Lestrade, Sherlock/John if you want it to be.

About: A look at the four main characters from Sherlock and how they work with each other.

Ownership: Original characters are owned by Arthur Conan Doyle, these versions are owned by Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss. I just get to play.

Nothing And Everything

Sherlock Holmes is tall, thin, lanky, exotic. He has high cheekbones that can cut you, perfect curly hair as black as coal. His eyes are pale, icy, with a sharpness you can't find anywhere else. His alabaster skin looked cold and smooth but is warm and welcoming. His full, pink lips draw you in before the words spewing from them push you away. His clothes are sharp and well-fitted; perfect. Sherlock is like a spring, acts like a mad man. If you push him he'll snap right back before veering off like a shooting star; bright and leaving a trail of flames behind. Sherlock Holmes is... different.

John Watson is strong, reliable, cuddly. He stands with an air of detached strength that tells you he'll always be there; you could drive a tank at John Watson and he'll push it back. He's always there when you need him; he's the guy you can depend on. Even his clothes, his expression and eyes and haircut all scream military efficiency. He's handsome, adorable, oh so cute in those stripy jumpers and plaid shirts. He's... he's reliable.

Greg Lestrade is average height with broad-shoulders and thick, spiky grey hair that defies gravity no matter how much product he puts in it. His tanned skin matched his warm, dark brown eyes. Greg wears off-the-rack suits to work and jeans when at home. Everything about him screams workaholic. He is a man who's been trodden on, pushed, smashed to the ground. And each and every time Greg has gotten back up. The criminals can't wipe away his boyish grin or earthy eyes. Murderers and rapists can't stop him enjoying a smoke and smiling. Greg's clothes and looks show abuse and anger and a little resentment. But his eyes and that grin show a man who can take anything and get back up. Lestrade? He's strong.

Mycroft Holmes is dangerous. Everything about him screams power. His perfect ginger-brown hair, his piercing blue eyes that se more than his brother, his condescending smile and teeth and skin and clothes– everything together shows wealth and power and a brilliant mind. His three-piece suits, tailor made and very expensive, hide a man with soft, pale skin and ginger hair. They hide a man who could kill you fifty different ways in ten seconds. The umbrella in his right hand only heightens the movements he makes. A small eyebrow raise and a chuckle can make you feel like a speck of dirt. Everything Mycroft does is catered to fit a specific need or desire; his body language matches what he wants, what he wants to manipulate you into doing. Mycroft Holmes is powerful.

For some reason the four men, all different in many ways, work well together... most of the time.

Sherlock and John can fight and scream and not to talk to each other for three days. But if Sherlock calls John goes running. If John's in danger Sherlock won't sleep until the doctor is safe again. They are two sides of a coin; John is Sherlock's moral compass, Sherlock John's key to adventure and danger. They complement each other completely. They need each other completely.

Sherlock and Greg are... they drive each other absolutely insane. Sherlock is loud and rude and disruptive, Greg is calm and collected and able to smile anything away. Sherlock needs Greg for cases and company and sometimes the occasional piece of advice or a cigarette. Greg needs Sherlock's brilliance and danger and excitement. They need each other to survive.

Sherlock and Mycroft? They hate each other. They despise each other. They absolutely, without a doubt, do NOT like each other. They love each other, the brothers are there for each other. If Sherlock needs help, really, really needs help, he can call Mycroft. His brother will drop everything to help Sherlock no matter what the cost. And if Mycroft needs Sherlock to solve a case or do something, anything, Sherlock will do it. The younger Holmes will bitch and moan but at the end of the day he wants his brother to be happy. There is no one else on the planet who understands Sherlock like Mycroft does. John gets that Sherlock is different. Greg gets that Sherlock needs to be rude. Mycroft understands how Sherlock's mind works. No one else can claim to understand Sherlock completely. No one else knows how fast the genius' mind works. Only Mycroft does. Because Sherlock understands Mycroft's mind. Mycroft works on a whole other level to Sherlock. He's smarter, more cunning, more dangerous... but only Sherlock has any idea of how difficult it is to be a genius like Mycroft. They hate each other, loathe each other; Sherlock hates Mycroft's brilliance and ability to understand and hide emotions. Mycroft hates Sherlock's free nature and energy. They love each other.

John and Greg got on like a house on fire. Both are down-to-earth men pulled into the cyclone known as Sherlock Holmes. They both crave danger and excitement like a drug and are more than happy to drop everything for the genius. They like to complain about said genius; they like to drink beer and bitch and moan that Sherlock isn't normal... that he isn't like them. But they love it, love every part of it. John brings a slice of normality to Greg's life and vice versa.

John and Mycroft work to keep Sherlock sane. The elder Holmes knows everything, can see everything, but it's John who makes it happen. John has the warmth and humanity to make sure Mycroft's plans concerning Sherlock go well. John is able to call on Mycroft for absolutely anything; the elder Holmes is there to make sure John is okay because Sherlock needs him to be okay. John and Mycroft are very different people but they work towards the same cause; they want Sherlock to be happy.

Greg and Mycroft... Greg and Mycroft get along. They're very different; Greg is down to earth, Mycroft runs the planet. Greg likes beer, Mycroft likes stupidly expensive wine. Greg likes football, Mycroft feels sick at the thought of physical exercise. But they are both the outsiders looking in; they get to see Sherlock's world but are on the sidelines. Only John Watson is allowed in completely, leaving Greg and Mycroft to pick up the pieces. Greg works with Mycroft on keeping Sherlock out of prison; of making sure he stays out of too much trouble. They speak to police commissioners and security companies and employees to make sure Sherlock, and John, are safe. Greg and Mycroft work well together. Very well together. Both understand when the other has to leave to chase after Sherlock. Both understand when the other has to work three days and live off coffee and cigarettes. Both understand when the other needs a quiet night in. Greg makes Mycroft happy. Mycroft makes Greg happy.

Sherlock is loud, disruptive, annoying, brilliant, stupid, arrogant, a good man.

John is quiet, considerate, nice, sturdy, dangerous, a very honourable man.

Greg is tired, older, beaten, charming, giggly, law-abiding, a good cop, great mate and fantastic lover.

Mycroft is cold, calculating, manipulative, dangerous, powerful, protective, lovable and selfless.

Alone they're different, weird, men to be feared or laughed at or pushed away.

Together they're a close, good unit, working together to make the world a better place. They work well and make each other happy.

Alone they are nothing.

Together they are everything.

Author's Note: I really have no idea where this came from. I was just looking at a picture of Martin Freeman as John Watson and thought; he's cute, cuddly, strong, admirable... I just thought of all the different things one picture can say and what one good actor can make you believe.

So I started thinking of the other three and thought about what the picture says; what the actor says in that one pose.

So enjoy, review, curse me, slap your keyboards, whatever floats your boats my friends.

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