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The Case of the Half-Drained Vics
Prompt Used: code, disguise, gadget, reward, secret, undercover
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Sherlock BBC, Grimm
Word Count: 327
Note: Part of an ongoing crossover series in which Giles brings the Slayerettes to London after the fall of Sunnydale, and they get involved with the Sherlock crew. They're drawn into an investigation of a series of supposed serial killings which might be vampires, or might be something else entirely. Mycroft has come to the Watchers’ Council, as has his distant cousin, Sean Renard, lately of the Portland Police Department. Both sets of teams are zeroing in on the culprits of the multiple murders.

With Sherlock sniffing the door jamb, Buffy managed to pry open the rusted hatch of the battered door set into the stone wall at the back of the Tennis Club where the last, half-drained victim had been found, using a metal gadget she’d had, oddly but conveniently, in her purse. Sherlock’s eyes lit up and the two slowly wrenched open the door, as Lestrade and the others hurried over.

Willow, who’d been reading about the legend of the dearg-du, continued her litany as to how the myth entailed that the beautiful woman, killed by her lover, somehow had spawned a secret brood of blood sucking creatures, doomed to roam the night, sometimes in disguise, waylaying victims. But once the two had the door wide open, and the cold and clammy blast of air seeped out, even she was staring, like the rest, into the dark entrance.

“Well,” said Giles, clearing his throat and reaching into his jacket pocket, “Shall we?” With that, he brandished a small penlight, and advanced into the entry. Sherlock likewise produced a flashlight, as did Dawn from her pink backpack and Lestrade from his overcoat pocket. John looked askance, Willow alarmed, and Xander looked eager but rueful. “Don’t got a light,” he muttered, and John chuckled and drew him and Willow back. “What say we wait here, and let the rest go undercover,” he said mildly, then reaching to grab Dawn as she headed forth. “You too, love, not this time,” as she pouted but drew back obligingly.

“Yes, yes, best wait here,” agreed Giles, as he ducked to follow the others. "And don't forget the code," --waving his phone-- "In case we need to send for help."

"Fat lot of good that'll do anyone," grumbled Xander as he plopped down on the stone wall and fumbled in his backpack. "Crazy librarian forgets we've got no codes for Jolly Old England." With that, he pulled out a Heath bar and began munching contentedly. "But as we know, craziness has its own reward."

For a challenge at gameofcards to do some fanworks illustrating a crossover. So I'm revisiting this headcanon I have that Mycroft Holmes and Sean Renard are cousins, based on the (to me) likeness between the actors Mark Gatiss and Sasha Roiz. A little snippet of the story, a fanmix, and picspam.

( Find the Fox... )
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...for universe_the. The challenge is to write a fic about what I wish for in one of my fandoms for 2014, but I twisted it slightly to be what I think one of the characters might wish for, sometimes.

What I Wish For
Fandom: Grimm
Characters: Rosalee (mentions of others)
Words: 650

Journal Entry, December 31, 2013

I’ve been trying to keep up my father’s habit of journaling—I think he came by it out of the need to make notes of all the potions and artifacts and customs of our people, and thank the saviors that he did, and my brother, as all of our Fuchsbau forebears have, on down the line. Because of course without that, we couldn’t ply our trade of saving our peoples and the whole damn world, now could we. Not to mention soothing the sniffles, backaches, fertility problems, and whatever else ails the wesenfolk.

Anyway, it seems that it’s in our tradition to keep not just apothecary notes, but also personal ones. There’s been so much going on lately—understatement!—that I’ve been lax in the latter department, but trying to turn over a new artauch leaf, as we say, for the new year. So here we go.

It’s been quite a year, but as I sit here, in my new abode, I find myself tending away from reflection and remembrance. Oh sure, there have been some good times, and right now is one of them, but the past is full of snarling beasts and rocky shoals and dangerous substances.

Sitting here, with Monroe snoring in front of the television set, me with my tea and pen in hand, I almost feel like we could be a regular human couple, with just the usual jobs, and aches and pains, and silly customs of the Kehrseite. Say we just moved in together—we did!—and worrying about how to tell our parents—we are!—but not because our parents are crazed bigoted wesen who are violently opposed to inter-wesen marriage, but just for the usual reasons, not sure what those would be. But anyway, we’re looking forward to celebrating New Year’s Eve at a….fancy hotel, with a bunch of people we don’t know, ready to toast with champagne and dance and talk and laugh and not worry that, even if a drunken brawl should break out, that it will end in torn-off limbs or claw-slashed throats. Vogueing, not woge-ing, lol.

Imagine we’d be planning our next vacation, maybe an Alaskan cruise, on one of those big ships with a rock-climbing wall, and buffets and slot machines, with our biggest worry that we might get stuck with a couple of bores at the dining tables, or whether our fancy dress is fancy enough, instead of whether a bunch of Bauerschwein or Seelengutter book passage and damage Monroe’s calm.

It would be fun to double-date with Nick and Juliette, just two couples out on the town, going out to a movie and then grab a burger, and not feel like Nick is always on the lookout, or that we might run into wesen who recognize him as a Grimm and freak out.

It would be amazing to think about planning a family, maybe even a baby this year, without having to do all this extensive historical research on our particular pairing, and whether the mix can even work out, and the whole Vorherrschen thing. Yeah, that would be amazing.

Oh well. That’s one life, but it’s not ours. Maybe we can have bits of it, but the life we have right now is … well, like I already said, it’s so much more wonderful than I ever imagined I’d have, I shouldn’t even be thinking of wanting to live the Kehrseite way, but just think about our own future: a future that just might hold more love, friendship, creativity, and dedication than I’ve ever known before.

Oh, I think they are going to drop the ball at Times Square. I better get Monroe up, so we can ring in the New Year like the good Wiederen we are. Here’s to 2014!

Kehrseite (human);   Vorherrschen (prevalence); Wiederen ("Reform” wesen). ETA thanks to magical_sid for the German beta expertise!