To Free Will

by princessg101

What do you get when you take two American hunters and their 'supernatural' family, add in a time-travelling alien and his family, plus a high-functioning sociopath and his family? A dark, sarcastic adventure into the world of aliens, creatures, and criminals. SUPERWHOLOCK (Don't let the character list fool you, appearances of literally everyone)

1. Chapter 1

To Free Will

A/N: What's up bitches? 100th story is here! I can't believe its been this many stories and I can't thank you all enough for supporting me through each and every one. So this is indeed a SuperWhoLock which also makes this my first Sherlock. Fair warning, I'm not saying that I will also be adding that to my regular upload list but we'll see. On the matter of ships I will say this, I haven't fully decided as yet and if I do, if I have a ship you don't agree with, you're within your right to stop reading and let me know that you don't like it but it's still my call. ENJOY! R&R PLZ!

Mycroft finished reading a report and let out a heavy breath. He still wasn't sure he believed half of it but this was something that was destined to go deep, deep into the Black Archive. Never to see the light of day again. If anyone discovered, two countries and several…beings would be in grave danger. He slipped the file back into its manila envelope and tied it tight. One of those heavies from UNIT would undoubtedly be along to pick it up. Kate Stewart was not a woman to be trifled with, especially when it came to…that man. For the first time ever, the man who his little brother affectionately referred to as THE British government was dealing with something above his paygrade and it did not sit well with the older Holmes. "Oh little brother," he sighed, touched the envelope. "How was I supposed to know?"

"You weren't," a voice sounded from the corner of the room. "That was the point." It was short man with a beard and light British accent. Crowley was his name.

"What do you want?" Mycroft asked shortly.

"Now, now," Crowley tutted. "We're not enemies here. If you helped us out a great deal. I thought I'd bring you a gift." He produced a bottle of Scotch from inside his jacket. "Won't find this vintage anywhere."

"I could use a drink," Mycroft allowed. "Care to join me?"

"I won't say no," Crowley sat down and made two glasses appear. He poured them healthy amounts and raised his with a tilt, "To a new kind of international cooperation."

Mycroft tapped the glass with his, "Indeed."