A/N: Alrighty then! The first suggestion is by yue14121990, who suggested Evanescence or Within Temptation. I'm gonna go with Haunted by Evanescence. I was gonna do Angels or Memories (from WT) but they didn't resonate with what I wanted for some reason. Fickle Muses... This is before and during DMM:Ww, so don't worry if you get kind of confused. Words with this (*) at the end of them will be explained after the Ending A/N.
DISCLAIMER: If I owned either series, most people wouldn't want to read/watch them. Alas, I do not and no matter how much I deduce or wave my wand, I will never own them. Thank Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and the lovely Ms. Rowling for these characters as well as the BBC for modernizing Sherlock to make this sort of thing even possible...
WARNING: This is an Alternate Universe. If you did not catch the drift within the A/N, let me point it out in big, bold letters. THIS IS A YAOI FIC. As with all my warnings, if you do not like slash or the pairings mentioned above, stop reading and click the back button. It isn't that hard to do. Reading any farther than the third line of this warning means one thing only; you enjoy slash. Excellent. There will be the probability of M-Preg as this is magic and anything goes! If M-Preg bothers you, please follow line three to the back button. If you appreciate a good story even if it's not your thing, then you're welcome to it.
Ryder
P.S. READ THIS FIRST! Not all of the characters encountered will have Talent*. In fact most of them are perfectly normal. Don't freak out if your favorite character doesn't have it. I might even write an omake or two if you review prettily.
DMMWw Haunted DMMWw Haunted DMMWw
John stands by his parent's graves not even feeling the rain as it trickles down into his black suit and white shirt. His tie is long gone, left in a muddy pile that will be thrown away the next morning. In his hand is a fragile orchid water beading on the soft petals and falling to mix with the dew in the grass. Harry's off in some pub; getting rip-roaring drunk and she'll call him at three in the morning from a dirty street corner. He hates this vicious cycle more than anything. John wants to scream, shout or just sink down on his knees and beg for his parents to come back. Then his bowed head snaps up. No, he's a grown man and Harry's a grown woman, dammit.
The Army has the structure he needs; the Sergeants tell him he's a crack shot with his service pistol and quite a few other weapons. He's deployed with the rest of the 3rd Division in a peacekeeping mission. Medic skills serve him well all the way up to that awful day in the desert...
-FLASHBACK-
Heat waves rise up from dunes that seem familiar yet hold no place in a man's mind. This particular village is silent save for the frantic medics and doctors doing their best to save the brave men and women that sacrificed everything for liberty. Blood spatters decorate everything; clothing, walls of adobe, staining the sand deep red as it seeped from bodies stacked ten high. John was numb. He had to be, seeing as he was bandaging wounds and inoculating soldiers the minute they were handed to him. It was an innocent nineteen-year old boy who reminded John too much of his sister that had released the restraint upon his own powers. Power, pure and immense poured from somewhere deep within; a veritable ocean that overflowed. The wounds sealed up and it was as if the teen had never been injured. The amazed Evac-personnel had asked what he'd done, but John'd had no clue what that was a precursor to his hidden Talents. Then the surprise attack, John tackling one of his fellow medics into the sand and taking the bullet for him. Black edges his vision as he fires back with his SIG Sauer P226* a sense of triumph lacing his nerves as the shooter falls off of his perch spouting a fountain of blood.
-END FLASHBACK-
It's pure chance that leads him to Mike Stamford and the events that follow afterward. Living with Sherlock is the most excitement he's had since his deployment. When Sherlock texted the word 'dangerous', his nerves sang with the high of the chase and the apprehension of the villain of the day. Shooting someone in defense of Sherlock clued him in on the fact that he might have feelings for the genius.
Shoving those feelings to the back of his mind doesn't work. Target practice at the range doesn't move them nor does time spent in Sarah's arms (not even when he goes on dates with her). He chooses to ignore the butterflies in his stomach whenever he glances at Sherlock longer than necessary or looks at him when his back is turned. Donovan's looks become more poisonous and Anderson just sneers when they arrive on scene. Sherlock seems oblivious and that's how John intends to keep him.
He never expected sugar to be the one thing to bring them together. Yet Sherlock always manages to taste of sopapilla*, mint and (for some odd reason) electricity. He admits the taste is just like Sherlock, unique and vibrant. Everything that falls into place after their first kiss is merely a formality by that point.
Relaxing at 221 A is a practice they often indulge in and John enjoys the fact that Sherlock's mind is quieted enough for their genius to sleep.
"Mmm, it seems alright with their presence. It likes Mozart and Gladstone." Harry murmurs to his husband of a decade. John greets Severus with a soft smile as Sherlock continued to snooze on his lap. "Sherlock was lulled to sleep with it."
"He's been working non-stop on your series of homicides. It's about time he crashed." John hummed, stroking his fingers through the silky black curls.
"Still... Do you mind if I cast a diagnostic?"
"Go ahead." Severus flashed John a quick smile before snagging a cookie off of the plate in the kitchen and flicking on the telly. The long-legged Potions Master settles at his feet, his head lying on John's unoccupied thigh as they trade soft touches and gentle kisses over Sherlock's sleeping form.
John snarls as he fights the bonds that hold him in place with his Talent, breaking free once and snapping the arm of one of the Wizards with his combatives training before he's restrained again.
"This one brawls like a common Muggle." The high-pitched girlish voice has him baring his teeth like a wolf.
"I'll show you common-"
"Silencio."
"That doesn't work on me, useless bitch. I have a Healing Talent." he spat blood out onto her pristine outfit, his tone biting.
"Oh. So you can take the beating I wanted to dish out?"
"I can take a bullet for my country, I can certainly take you on." he sneered, the binds loosening again as he works at them with his Empathy. He frees himself for a second time and wreaks havoc until he notices the red jet of light too late to save them.
"... Sher... lock... 'Ry..." he coughs before his world goes black.
When he awakens to the sight of a pissed off Severus, he's frantic until his lover shoves the injured animals into his shaking hands. He Heals them, smoothing over the pink scars until downy fur grows over the scars. Mozart whines at him and licks the blood and tears of frustration off of his face. Gladstone huddles against his side and Estragon is a purring mound in his lap.
"Who would be so bold?" He looks up to see a regal blond standing in the middle of the trashed flat.
"Umbridge. I warned both Scrimogour and Kingsley to incarcerate her." he snarled, gently wiping blood from John's lips and helping him stand up. "Are you alright, wolf?"
"As I'll ever be with Sherlock and Harry missing." His voice is rough and he reverts to military bearing since the Wizard seems to be judging him. "When are the rest of the search party getting here?" He fixed up a war table and sketches of Umbridge.
"Now actually. Do you expect to participate, Muggle?" At the dismissive tone of the blond, he sneers.
He snarls out the opposite word with more venom than the blond had used, "Damn straight I am, Wizard. Sherlock is MINE and that stupid bitch is dead when I get my hands on her Hippocratic Oath or not. If she's even thought about touching Harry... Well, let's just say you'll find her in pieces." John's hands are flexing as he stands still, wanting to reach for the pompous twit who dismissed him so easily.
"I see what you mean by wolf, Severus." The Wizard knew he'd brought it upon himself.
"I did warn you."
"Severus-Oh. Hello. You are?" A woman with curly hair got straight to the point and stopped as she spotted John.
"..."
"Care to explain, Severus?" Severus sighed and swept him into a private embrace setting up unbreachable Wards for the moment.
"John, luv, Harry and Sherlock need you to be strong right now." He fisted his hands in Severus's robes and let out a choked sob, taking comfort as his lover let him cry it out.
"Dammit, I fought as hard as I could, Sev! I wasn't a match for them... She just aimed that-that wand of hers and I was helpless as she took them away. I wasn't that helpless in Afghanistan! Where was that Talent when I needed it most?" John snarled, swiping away the tears angrily.
"Your Talent is to Heal and not everyone has the patience or care for it."
"It didn't help." came the stubborn reply.
"Doctors are dangerous for a reason, John. Use that knowledge to stun, to hinder. I will protect you from any return fire but you need to trust me." Hardened hazel snapped up to meet grim onyx. "Good, you understand it is not MY intention to leave you here."
"They better not..." He dismantled the Wards and turned to face the assembled teams.
"Well?"
"Umbridge has sealed Intel Room 15. He's not coming along?"
"Do you take me for a fool? He's fully trained in combat that Aurors are unfamiliar with if she has them involved in her little scheme. John is more than capable in taking care of himself if I shield him." he sighed, spelling out to them slowly. They laced fingers to take comfort in each other's presence. "He's also close to Harry and I; that woman has taken his lover." John grinned savagely as his mind clicked with Sherlock's. "How are they?"
"She's monologuing, according to Sherlock. He thinks it's hilarious." Of course his genius would find it amusing.
"Of course he would. Harry's condition?" John slipped back into meditation, his eyes opening as he assessed the situation.
"Tied up on a chair behind Sherlock. He's worried because Harry's stopped responding to his mental chatter." Damn it all, why had Harry slipped into his own mind?
"The Heat's recognized a threat. We have to get there now."
The room was Warded with traps and endless curses. William Weasley looked a little green at the thought of picking apart such dangerous Wards. John huffed, scraped back his hair and slipped through all of them with ease. He then picked the lock on the door. John felt the tenseness of the room drop by several degrees.
"How-"
"I'm not one of you. Insignificant Muggle who so happened to get in the way and fight like a common street-brawler. You see the advantage? She never even bothered to factor me in. Ugh, Sherlock is right... Villains are getting less original by the day." he quipped sarcastically, waiting for Severus to shield him in case he stepped into something nasty. "Geez, your world has some first-rate wankers..." She was in the middle of a spittle-laced sentence when she spotted all of the wands pointed at her.
"You're both fools to think that someone would bother saving your worthless-" Severus lifted the Silence spell off of Sherlock. The consulting detective laughed so hard he bent double as he wheezed to their Healer, "Oh, John, she's repeated herself at least three dozen times. Ah! Let me see. You are boring, unoriginal and I think you could use a little work, to be honest. I heard you were meaner to the students of your boarding school... Poor souls can't stop laughing." He let Sherlock do his work. "You've had issues with your Mother since the day she walked out the front door of your cottage. Probably couldn't stand the sight of you, to be honest. Dear old Daddy left soon after. Oh and sucking your precious former Minister's cock isn't going to help with your looks. Your mind is twisted up so badly I don't even think John could Heal you. Mental defenses are always present in a healthy mind and I haven't encountered a single one. That alone means you should be seeing someone. What if you spilled-Oh, wait. You already have. As for why you want our lightning bolt? You're jealous. It's not about sex, or even a mild obsession. It's power and isn't that the most unimaginative thing I have ever come across. Please, come back with a brain and you might even be useful."
She gibbered unintelligently for several moments before launching herself at Sherlock.
John caught her in a python grip, slowly choking the air from her with a ferocious snarl. "You will never again touch what is mine, bitch. Listen up and listen good; I will go against my sworn oath as a Healer if you so much as think about them within my presence. Have we an understanding?" Sherlock snickered as she passed out, her body doing the unthinkable and voiding itself. Severus gave Harry a satisfied smirk. "I want her to have the harshest punishment your world is able to offer, Severus."
"Ugh, I agree with John. That toad is vile."
John couldn't stand it when Sherlock and Harry were gone together. Severus blanched when the two proposed to go out alone. They looked at each other warily before John sighed, scraping back his longer hair (he hadn't cut it in months and now Harry was rather fond of putting braids in it) before staring both men in the eyes.
"It worries the bloody hell out of me, but you can go." he admitted softly. "We can't keep you here because we fear for your safety."
"As Harry is so fond of pointing out to me, trouble finds him and never the other way around." Severus drawled, seeking out his hand again. "Go on your walk." They channel-surfed, occasionally trading heated kisses until John straddled Severus's lap and pressed his lips to the older man's neck. "I worry about them..."
"Mmmhmm, but they're too wild to contain. They need some free time to themselves. We've been kind of overbearing." he murmured, his fingers carding through Severus's waist-length locks carefully.
"True. But if they're missing for more than eight hours, we look for them?" Apprehension flashed through the intense obsidian eyes before Severus sighed. "No. Let them be. They'll be back before long."
They fell asleep, John using the taller male as a pillow, his face tucked into Severus's neck and both of them wrapped around one another. When Sherlock's voice floated into the flat, he stirred and rubbed his eyes half-heartedly before bolting upright. Severus groaned but also got up. Harry laughed, giving both of them a welcome kiss.
"You two fell asleep?"
"It was that or go stir-crazy, genius." he purred, staring up into Sherlock's excited cobalt eyes. "Looks like you got the freedom you wanted, hmm?"
"There is that. Harry's a dirty little minx too." Severus sniggered before laughing as he held Harry close.
"The department store? Changing Room 2?"
"Merlin, Sherlock was so good at convincing the salesclerk that we were just having trouble with our clothes..." That set all of them off, the flat filled with laughter as it hadn't for weeks after the kidnapping.
Ending A/N: Thought this needed to be seen from John's PoV. As before, suggestions for music are welcome and I will honestly tell you, choose two songs or bands because I had to listen to the songs first and see if my Muses would respond. They're ridiculously picky about what I write to sometimes. :D
* SIG Sauer P226- Service pistol for the British Army
*sopapilla- A cinnamon and cheesecake cube of deliciousness. Look it up. :3
