SUMMARY (CONTINUED): The two's worlds collide in a story of adventure, friendship, betrayal, romance, and cognizance.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Wow! I can't believe I actually started writing this. But here I am. My inspiration is my friend, Katie, showing me this Destiel Titanic AU (which I have yet to finish) (the link is s/7780210/1/Titanic-Destiel-Style). Other inspiration is from when the John Watson I RP with (Ami) told me that on her Johnlock playlist, she has My Heart Will Go On. So, why not and make an AU, am I right? This is probably my first AU I've ever written. I hope you like it! Also, I mostly winged this stuff and I'm American so I don't even understand the currency when using pounds and stuff so I AM SORRY. WHY ARE YOU STILL READING THIS? READ THE STORY.
Also also: pairings will include Male/Male, Female/Female, Female/Male. I do not own Titanic or anything Sherlock Holmes related (obviously), so if I take them right out of the original story, I don't intend to be all "HAHA THIS IS MINE"
The year was 1912. The latest talk between all the locals was the discussion of the unsinkable ship called the Titanic. It was mentioned in the papers, it was the latest gossip of the cities all around the world, and only the richest of the rich could take a ride on the glorious ship. Not far from the boarding place to get on the Titanic was a bar. And in this bar, was a few men playing a competitive game of poker.
One of the men said something in German to his companion, and both of them looked their cards over, making sure to keep blank faces. When they spoke in their native tongue, their words sounded angry which was also included with a slight wrinkle of their foreheads. But hell, weren't most Germans like that? John Watson hadn't met too many of them in his lifetime, but he could easily tell that these two were discussing something of importance. As the two male Germans came to a conclusion, the American man bet all the money he had left to a total of five pounds. John's older sister looked over to him, unbuttoning the top button of her dress shirt with worry. She whispered to him, adjusting her paperboy hat. The "in-disguise" female had a habit with fidgeting when she was concerned in a situation. "John, that's the rest of our money, other than that extra amount of shillings for emergencies."
"No, Harriet, it's the rest of my money. I shall use it on whatever I please. Besides, when I have nothin', there's nothing left to lose." John replied in return to the female, bringing his cigarette to his partially chapped lips. Their parents had died long ago and no other family seemed to care for them. The siblings were forced to live on their own at the age of 15, which wasn't too bad if you didn't mind shared homes with other homeless teenagers and adults that treated you like servants. John freely let the smoke in the atmosphere of the bar, which smelled of tobacco and cheap alcohol.
The German man, Sven, had bet his and his friend's third class tickets for the luxurious Titanic. Olaf, the other German man had unlucky cards. Harry, John's sister, had nothing that great as well. Sven had two pair. John sighed, looking at the cards that the German fellow had set down. The American with tired eyes looked over to his sister with false disappointment in his eyes.
"I'm sorry. It's a shame, Harriet. You'll have to leave ol' Claire behind," John commented with the biggest grin that soon occupied his face. She stared with wide eyes, not sure how to take the information. John proudly hit down a full house, excited laughter filling his voice. He had won the game of poker. Harriet grinned widely, too, practically dancing along with John as he shouted, "We are going to America!"
The Germans were stunned. And John? John was going home.