Title: Starlocked
Summary/Description: The one where Sherlock meets Star Trek. Where Sherlock is a half-Vulcan scientist and John is his grumpy, irritable doctor. Join the inter-species pair as they venture into the unknown of space, danger, and... love? Poor Captain Lestrade's job would be so much easier without these two on his ship.
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Author's Note: I just want to disclaim that I did NOT get this idea because Benedict Cumberbatch was in the latest Star Trek. I'm doing this because I believe Spock and Sherlock's characters are eerily similar, and in retrospect in a way so is John and Bones. I mostly just thought this AU too perfect and fun for me to pass up exploring. So this story is going to be loose- chapters varying in size and content. It's really just my guilty pleasure and I'm not entirely sure where things are going immediately. I guess just buckle up and prepare for warp! Warp into what you say? SPACE HUSBAND LAND.
Disclaimer: And oh yeah, don't own.
Chapter 1: In which there is John (the Human)
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John Hamish Watson sighed as he saw the giant ship 221-B Baker on the space dock. It was undoubtedly a beautiful sight, if he wasn't so paranoid about going upon it. Not only for the vast increase in sickness through space, but for going back on duty as well. He knew himself to be no coward, but it wasn't getting any easier to recover from space fights.
He had been on leave for the past six months after an injury that had led him immobile for weeks, and then it took weeks more to recover enough to walk with a cane. And then of course they enlist him on the newest, shiniest (both literally and figuratively it seemed) ship with a young, genius crew.
And who was he? An old man with a bad leg that didn't do anything but help foster a surrey attitude. Oh yes, this was going to just go peachy keen.
John looked away from the window and assessed the crew for a moment. Young, handsome, beautiful - oh great. If it wasn't for Mike Stamford who had told him that there was nothing left for him on Earth, he'd still be there. He needed to get back to the stars, where he was actually excited about what he was doing. Not to allow himself to get stuck in practice at the Academy tending to cadets' sprained wrists and nausea. Nope - the professor had promptly made John fly back up.
John's assessment of those around him halted as he noticed someone was already studying him. Someone seemingly non-human, but then again a good portion of the crew were non-natives of Earth.
The odd thing was, with that nearly greenish tinge to his skin and dark hair he mirrored Vulcan physiology. Especially with that expressionless face, giving nothing away despite the vibrancy of his eyes. But he couldn't be Vulcan - because he had curly hair (and of course those piercing no-dark eyes). The idea that there was a Vulcan around who didn't have straight, bowl cut hair was like saying there was a human with purple those curls were so long that John couldn't even see which direction his eyebrows went.
Additionally, this man easily looked younger than the rest of the crew (except maybe that energetic girl with the mousy hair and black eyes, maybe a Betazoid). Jeez - they really were letting down regulation for age if this man was invited in.
John turned away with a half-chuckle, imagining the shame if he was a Vulcan to the rest of the species. To have that clearly unruly mop of curls atop his head, especially if it hid pointed ears.
Since John had turned back to window, he missed the man narrow his eyes and purposefully tuck some hair behind his ear to show the curved shell of his ear.