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For those of you who have not read Cardverses I advise you to read the segment below, however if you have just remember that every Cardverse goes by different rules, so either way, you should read the segment below.

CARDS: So overall, the land of Cards is divided into four main kingdoms which are Spades, Hearts, Diamonds and Clubs. Each with its own Monarchy chosen by the Clocks and perhaps defining powers, but we'll let the story decide.

KING: ROLE NOT GENDER SPECIFIC. This means the king can be either male or female and no one gives a shit because that how we roll in the land of the Cards! The king is the ultimate power, he or she is in charge of the politics of his or her respective kingdom, they also have the final say in anything of the sort. In times of war, he or she manages the kingdom from inside

QUEEN: ROLE NOT GENDER SPECIFIC. Yes this means that like the king, the queen can be any fucking gender they want to be. The queen is in charge of international relations and battle tactics, when in war they lead from the front lines, it is also the duty of the queen to protect the king. Though king and queen are not obligated to marry of engage in any sort of sexual relationship working in close quarters normally leads to this.

JACK: ROLE NOT GENDER SPECIFIC. The jack is kind of like the backstage crew/treasurer/secretary of the kingdom, in other words they are stuck with the buttload of work that is not the king or queens. You should feel bad for them.

ACE: believed to be mythological but might not be, depends on what the storyline decides

HEIRARCHY GOES IN THIS ORDER:

-KING

-QUEEN

-JACK

-10

-9

-8

ETC. YOU'RE NOT STUPID (PROBABLY)

SPADES: usually the good guy kingdom

KING: SHERLOCK

QUEEN: JOHN

JACK: MYCROFT * SO WHAT IF I MAKE MYCROFT SPEAK FRENCH EVERY ONE IN A WHILE?I BET HE LIKES IT!

10: LESTRADE

HEARTS:

To be decided

DIAMONDS:

To be decided

CLUBS: usually the bad guy kingdom

KING: MORIATY

QUEEN: MORAN * 'CUS I WANTED

JACK: IRENE ADLER

10: MOLLY HOOPER * 'cus deep inside you know she's with the BAMF bad guys

DISCLAIMER: NONE OF THIS BELONGS TO ME, NONE AT ALL, NOT EVEN THE WORDS, I PROBABLY GOT THEM FROM THE DICTIONARY OR SOMETHING!

"Mr. Holmes! The Queen Clock has stilled, the new queen has been chosen, sire!"

Mycroft Holmes, Jack of Spades, nodded. It had been several seasons since he'd been chosen as Jack of Spades and even longer since his younger sibling, Sherlock, was chosen as King. To say Mycroft had been surprised by this would've been a lie. Regardless of his naivety and sociopathic tendencies, Sherlock's genius remained unmatched and it was undisputable that he was a great man perhaps even a good one, though that was still questionable. All along, unlike his parents, he'd known that Sherlock was due to be crowned King by the clocks sooner or later. If the clocks chose the right queen (which of course they would, the clocks were never wrong) his brother could potentially shape Spades to be the greatest empire Cards had ever seen.

For as long his brother had been the king, Mycroft had steered him, guiding his decisions and running the kingdom during Sherlock's whims, making sure things never got out of hand had long since become a second nature. Mycroft's duty as a brother would never end, however after the new queen took a hold of things, the elder Holmes would be more than ready to abdicate his undesired position of royal babysitter. He just hoped Sherlock didn't drive him or her away before he had the chance.

Mycroft turned to the messenger, his name started with an S or a C or a J perhaps, not that it mattered. "Very well, it was about time… Send the royal coach, he'll take me to…" Mycroft faltered.

"His name is John Watson, sire."

"Yes, to John Watson's home then we can escort him to the Palace. Make sure we use the finest horses in the stable."

"Yes, sire," Julio, as Mycroft decided was his name, bowed, "Anything else, sire?"

"Would you tell… Anthea," being the gentleman he was, Mycroft respect the woman's wishes to not have her name revealed, and referred to her as Anthea, "To make sure mon petit frère dresses appropriately for the arrival, I was mortified when he met the queen of Clubs in a sheet ."

Bowing one last time Julio scurried off to fulfill the tasks he was given.

The coach was ready in just under half an hour, hooked onto the Kingdom's finest and most well-bred. Julio's efficiency was a pleasant surprise and the elder Holmes reminded himself to promote him, a task that would not be hard given his status, even if the Jack did work behind the scenes. Mycroft grew somewhat uneasy as the coach drove away from the center of Spades where the royals and nobles resided and into the poorer more worn down districts.

The carriage unexpectedly stopped in front of a small, shabby but under the heavy supervision of the royal guard, shack. It wasn't really a shack, at some point it had most likely been a humble home to a small family but time had not been kind to the house. The paint was chipping off in chunks and one of the numbers that hung from the door had long since fallen off, leaving only a dusty blotch in its place. This was definitely not what Mycroft had been expecting.

Queens were commonly chosen from the more privileged and well educated nobles while the kings were more likely to come from somewhere in the royal family's genealogical tree. And though it was not unheard of it was highly unlikely for a queen to come from anything lower, especially not as low as district 32.

A short hallway led to a kitchenette/living room, a small door in the left corner was probably the bedroom. A short sandy haired man, looking slightly upset sipped his tea on an ugly beige couch matching the ugly beige walls. Catching a glimpse of the Jack of royals he quickly set down his tea, and kneeled, a pained expression tainting his features momentarily.

"Sire," John spoke, keeping his calm demeanor between gritted teeth, "Could you kindly explain what the f…why my house is suddenly being kept under surveillance? I don't see what I have done wrong" John continued, "I pay my taxes, my records are spotless and I've served in the army of Spades under the rank of captain, so kindly explain why the fuck I left my room for a fucking cup to find this."

Mycroft didn't waver, he hardly blinked, John took this as a cue to stand and calmly continue sipping his earl gray. "You must be either very brave or very stupid to speak to someone of my rank in such way John, and for the sake of Spades I hope it is the former." John started to ask why but Mycroft cut him off "We're not here to incarcerate you John, I can promise you that. We came to inform you that the clocks have chosen a new queen."

John raised a brow, softening a little but remaining defensive, "What does this have to do with me though?"

"I thought it was clear."

"You surely don't mean…" at Mycroft's nod the façade dropped and John's cup fell, shattering into a thousand pieces of white ceramic, John didn't seem to notice this. "No… why would the clocks choose me? They must be wrong, I'd be the most useless queen ever and…" John had no idea why he even said this, "I'm not gay…"

Mycroft was somewhat surprised at this, "Mon cher Watson, the clocks are never wrong. As to your sexuality, I hardly see how this could be an issue, you are not required to be part of an active relationship with your king."

"Really? But I thought…"

"Well obviously you thought wrong, now hurry, its time you meet your King."

Phew jeez, I mean I know it want that long but shit its the longest I've written in a single sitting for a long time, I hope you like it and please R&R

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