Summary: The last remnants of the human race still on Earth have congregated into 5 massive cities all over the world. These 5 great cities are joined together under The United Federation of Earth. A war raged between the Colonies of Earth and the Peacekeepers, a galactic military organization prominently made of the sebacean race. The human race won but not before imprisoning thousands of sebacean warriors & ships. After years of imprisonment in prison camps, The United Federation of Earth has started a program where the upper class may take a peacekeeper/sebacean as a slave. Mycroft Holmes gets a sebacean war doctor in-training as a slave/companion to his younger brother Sherlock Holmes who suffers from multiple personality disorder and has a few VERY interesting personalities.
Authors Notes: Hello! Um, This fic I started writing last year. I stopped writing it for a long time, but recently started again. It was only posted on A03, but since I use FF now, I figured I would start uploading it on here! Ok, So this story is a bit complicated. Here are some things you need to know before reading. This is a BBC Sherlock fic with a Farscape AU. No characters from Farscape make an appearance. The story takes place in the year 3103. If you would like to know the whole history of Earth for this fic, I have an timeline on tumblr, also have more information on the 5 cities is there too.. Feel free to head to my profile for my tumblr link.
John never quite understood why his species attacked earth. Long before he was born all of the peacekeepers who were mostly made up of the sebacean race; declared war on Earth and all its colonies. When the warship he was born on arrived in Earth's solar system, he had been alive for 9 cycles. He was already in training to become a field medic and he was considered to be at the top of his class, but all that changed very quickly. A few days before the peacekeepers were thought to be able to breach Earth's last defensive line, a massive attack lead by The United Federation of Earth nearly wiped out all in there path. A few hundred thousand Sebaceans were taken as prisoners and were either forced into prison camps or used for hard labor. John had heard many whispered theories as he roamed around the halls his camp. Some said the UFE made a virus that made everyone too sick to fight, others say it was sabotage; that there were Sebacean sympathizers who thought that Humans were much like them and helped the UFE win the war. Some even said that The UFE created some secret weapon that vaporized almost everyone.
John knew that they would probably never find out and he honestly wasn't all that worried about it. He never really knew much of a life out of captivity and despite being behind thick metal grey walls, he came to realize that there was not much of a difference between a warship and a prison camp. There were strict schedules, strict diets, strict dress code, mandatory education, physical training and psych evals. The only difference is that there was no war to fight, and he truly did miss the rush of being in battle (even if he was too young to actually participate). He would watch on the screens the battles taking place and in classes they would run simulations of actual wars. That was always his favorite part of training.
John made his way to the library from his room, which was more like a cell, but was made more homey from the earth band posters and drawings john made in art therapy. One thing John hated the most were the therapy sessions. For some reason that John could not fathom, was that Earths government had a weird obsession with the Sebacean psyche. Once John arrived at the library he scanned his ID card on the reader.
Two guards were sitting behind a desk near the entrance of the library. One looks up at the monitor screen to see whos asking for access. "Hey, Stro. It's that Watson kid again, doesn't he know he's transferring out?" Stro grumbles as he shifts in his chair half asleep. "If the Captain sees you sleeping again he's going to demote you! Now get up!" "Blimey Vern, don't you know its bad to yell when someone's half asleep? Especially when they have army training? Jezz!" Stro complains further till he sees John Watson on the monitor. "They're not telling them what's going on so how would he know he's getting transferred dipshit!" Vern gives Stro a dirty look before turning on the com.
"WATSON! All your activity access has been revoked, go see your adviser!" John squeaks in surprise from the booming voice on the com and quickly makes his departure down the hall. John ponders why his access has been revoked. Was he in trouble? Did he forget to make his bed right? Was he tardy to a class to many times? Thoughts were running wild in his head when suddenly someone bumps into him roughly.
"Hey! Watch it man, I gotta…" John eyes open as wide as they can, taking in the sight before him. One of his only friends left from his platoon on the warship stands before him with a vacant look in his eyes. His hair disheveled and clothing a wrinkled mess. John was sure his friend must be blessed by the earth gods for not getting in trouble for his appearance. "Mal… What's wrong? Mal… Hey! Mal… You look a mess, what's going on?" Mal just stares at him. John starts to get worried and the other 'prisoners' are starting to stare. John takes Mals hand and whispers, "Come on Mal, follow me. Lets go somewhere more private."
John leads Mal down the hall and around a few corners till they react and empty hallway. "Well, this should do, right, Mal what's going on. You look like you've seen a Celestial Spirit. Talk to me." Mal looks up at John and sees the look of concern on his face. Tears start to well up from his eyes and words start coming flowing out in a garbled mess. "Oh John! Its horrible. I was sneaking around in the kitchen cause I was so hungry after physical training and the kitchen guards were huddle around one of those monitors. The people on there were says horrible things about us John! Just horrible!" Tears were now running freely down Mal's face, falling to the floor. John grabs on to Mals shoulders and pushes him against the cold gray walls. "Mal, I need you to calm down and tell me exactly what they were saying on the monitors." His friend starts to shake, he starts to shake so hard that John thought he would fall apart. Mal whispers something that john could almost pick up. "What Mal say it louder?" John urges. Mal lets out a sob, "Slaves, John! There going to make us slaves! Slaves to anyone with enough money to buy one. They made us as equal to a cow or a pig, John and the sickest part is that is been going on for weeks! People have been disappearing John, and I think I just found out where they're going!"
I will upload a couple chapters per week, until I get caught up to the chapters i'm writing now. Enjoy.