Title: When?
Category: Cartoons » Hero: 108
Author: Cahaya Sidur
Language: English, Rating: Rated: K+
Genre: Suspense/Adventure
Published: 02-04-14
Words: 1,073
Disclaimer: I do not own Hero: 108 or Sherlock.
AN: Basically, a short one-shot crossover between Hero: 108 and Sherlock.
"Why are you here?" Sherlock leaned forward in his chair.
"Because I need help." the grey-haired teenager answered. "And people say you're the best."
As John asked him some questions - what's his name? (Lin Chung) where're you from? (Can't say until Mr. Holmes agrees to take the case) and others, Sherlock took the chance to examine him.
Constantly pushing his hair back. Grey hair and eyebrows. Slightly calloused fingers. Alert. Strong. Fingers tightening in clothes. Rabbit fur on his sleeve. Faint smell of bamboo. Worried but open expression. Dark eye circles. Dark short hair on his shoulder. Slight bulge (weapon?) on his waistband. Faint accent.
Sherlock leaned back slightly, noticing that Lin Chung was looking at him out of the corner of his eye.
Conclusions - hair is usually pushed back by something that he doesn't want to or can't wear. More likely can't, seeing as he is getting slightly annoyed, but not as quickly as an average person. More patient than is the norm. Natural hair colour - no changes at the roots - inherited.
Alert - soldier? Warrior? Fighter? Usually holds a…sword? Maybe. No. Gun. Sharpshooter? A staff…one of the only explanations. Used to close-combat fighting but also careful to shoot from a distance. Probably has brilliant eyesight. Fingers tightening in clothes - not used to wearing these clothes. Not moving naturally - usually wears looser clothing. Carried a rabbit before he arrived.
Bamboo - need more data. Used to a much friendlier environment than London…America? No. Look and accent says China, but China's not exactly friendly…In constant dangers, explains the gun.
"Sherlock?" John asked him.
Sherlock turned to Lin Chung. "I am aware that you usually wear a very different looser attire, something that can push your hair back. You are a sharpshooter but can fight in close-combat with a staff. You own a rabbit, and have been having nightmares for a long time yet.
"You are not used to this environment, but the one on China, where is where you originate, but China isn't known to be a friendlier place than London, unless you come from a small village. However, the conditions of your clothes speak of a well-off family, and no well-off family would stay in a village.
"Yet you flinched at some loud noises from outside - most of the common city noises, indicating that while you are reasonably acquainted with the city, you are more used to a more pleasant environment. Please explain, I am quickly gaining-"
He was cut off abruptly as the door flung open, and Lestrade walked in, Sally Donovan, Anderson and Mycroft all on his heels.
Sherlock scowled at them as Lestrade looked at them with alarm. "Oh, sorry, are you taking a case now?"
"Obviously, Lestrade. It is beyond me how you became a police officer."
John looked at him sharply. "Sherlock!"
Mycroft merely shook his head, already used to his brother's antics. Then, he looked at Lin Chung, and his eyebrows raised.
Lin Chung stared back evenly, his face not betraying his emotions.
Sherlock gave Lin Chung another glance, now only realising the thin ring that he wore on his thumb.
Just then, a bang interrupted them. They all stood up, hands reaching for their weapons. Three people emerged, one of them…
Lestrade choked. "Is that…a bear?"
Indeed it was.
Sherlock's eyes widened, but with excitement as he glanced at Lin Chung. Lin Chung's face is weary, but still otherwise emotionless.
However, that changed when the last person emerged, holding an…oversized rabbit?
Mrs. Hudson was held by the other man, weapon in hand, gun pointed at her head.
Lin Chung frowned then, eyes already darting around.
He stepped forward carefully, and the men tightened their grip on their weapons. He placed both hands up in a placating manner, before turning slowly to Sherlock. Sherlock looked back at him, head tilted only slightly.
Lin Chung gestured his head to the man holding Mrs. Hudson in the very slightest of manner - so slight, that you would only know if you knew what you were looking for, and paid very close attention. Sherlock didn't give even an acknowledgement as he began to question the man, sprouting out deductions easily, even as he kept an eye on Lin Chung.
With everyone's attention on him, it was easy for Lin Chung to grab Mrs. Hudson's attention discreetly, and gesture for her to duck when he said so.
Even terrified, Mrs. Hudson knew that she had to act unless she wanted to be killed. She nodded discreetly, with Lin Chung sending the briefest of glances to Sherlock, who acknowledged it without any outward display. But the way his hand twitched was enough for Lin Chung, who looked at Mrs. Hudson, and then the rabbit.
The rabbit let out a snuffle, which had everyone turning to him.
In that second, instantaneous things happened.
Lin Chung slid the ring off his thumb, and it transformed into a six-foot staff, one which he used to flick two bamboo shoots to the man, who collided heavily with the wall, the small bamboo shoots holding strong as the gun clattered to the floor. He turned then, instantly dodging a cannonball from Bearstomp before engaging him as the others watched on, in stunned shock.
As they turned back to the rabbit, he unleashed a skipping rope, whipping the man with it, and then kicking back as both his long ears covered his face except for his eyes, giving the impression of a ninja. He then took out a carrot, pulled out the greenery like one would do for a grenade, and flung it at the man.
The carrot collided with the man in a small controlled explosion, causing him to fly backwards into the kitchen, gun also clattering to the floor as he dropped, unconscious.
The rabbit turned back, and unleashed another one on the still-fighting pair, hitting the bear perfectly on the face.
Lin Chung gave Mrs. Hudson a concerned look, with John hastening to approach the woman, looking her over. Lin Chung approached the rabbit, looking him over. "Are you ok, Jumpy?"
The rabbit nodded as he turned to the staring group. "They…accepted?"
Everyone turned and stared now, even John, as the rabbit spoke in broken English.
Lin Chung shot a look at Sherlock. Sherlock's eyes were gleaming. "I think they might."
"When do you want to begin?" Sherlock's tone was eager as he asked the question.
"Now."