#adlock au

[alwaysnfk]

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[chiantidinner]

IZZY

《 Whether solving crimes with a dominatrix was a much terrible idea than introducing her to Scotland Yard, Sherlock didn't know – but figured the contemplation was held too late as the clicking of her heels echoed the hallway. 》

"Lestrade." Sherlock gave a subtle nod as he made his way into the Detective Inspector's office and sat sulkily onto a chair in front of the desk, "I'll have you know I don't enjoy stepping out of the flat for less than a seven. Don't disappoint me or I'll make my way back to the confines of Mrs. Hudson's tea and biscuits."

The detective inspector in question gave a long sigh and ran a wrinkled hand across his face as he watched his bizarre friend brood in the chair. "Yes, this – " His reply was halted as he laid eyes on a skinny but still attractively curvaceous figure in the doorway, quickly flashing Sherlock an open-mouthed confused look.

The woman in the doorway stood still; stance steady and confident, eyes flicking from one man and onto the other, sparkling with what seemed to be amusement, and mouth curling into her usual teasing smirk. It was only when the sulking man stood up that she stepped into the room. "Ah, yes." Sherlock flashed a small – more smirk-like – smile to the former dominatrix and quickly turned to the still shocked and most definitely confused Lestrade, gaping up at the two. "Ms. Adler, this is Gary Lestrade; Lestrade this is Ms. Irene Adler."

"Or Izzy, that's her nickname, apparently."

Upon hearing the last remark, The Woman's stoic, blank mask cracked — eyes widening and narrowing ever-so-slightly across the brow. Though the glint in her light blue orbs betrayed her attempt to compose herself as she glared at the infuriatingly heedless detective. She didn't ask where he got the information – not that she actually wanted to know, but figured he read it somewhere in her file – and actually feared he might erupt into convulsing laughter.

"It's Greg," The grey-haired man abruptly corrected Sherlock and held his out hand for the woman, straightening in his seat but not standing, then addressed her rather more sheepishly than Sherlock would have been... comfortable with, "It's lovely meeting you, ma'am."

Irene finally turned her gaze to the man in front of her and shook his outstretched hand, managing to reply in a purr and a feline grin, "The feeling's mutual, detective inspector."

"Yes, enough with the pleasantries. What was that you were about to say, Gavin?"

***

"I never expected you to be one for nicknames."

Irene raised one perfectly-shaped brow as she set her beige coat down on the arm of Sherlock's leather chair at the detective's – rather poor, she'd say – attempt at small talk, "I'm not."

The detective lowered his mane of dark curly hair as he leaned down and opened his laptop; cocking an eyebrow and slightly pursed his lips, emitting a disagreeing and derisive sound at the back of his throat.

"... Izzy," Sherlock voiced the name slyly and irritatingly leisurely, as if mocking it by the movements of his lips, and risking a glance back to the woman who took her place in his chair. Irene shot him a glare – well, to his back, much to her dismay.

Her distasteful frown then suddenly got replaced by a mischievous little smirk. Gracefully standing from her seat and waltzing in front of the detective, taking the seat in front of him as she purred, "And what do you deduce about that, Mr. Holmes?"

The brilliant man in the seat glanced up from his laptop and saw the challenging glint in the eyes of the dominatrix in front of him. He narrowed his eyes, straightened, and raised his chin as an acceptance of said challenge. He then took a deep breath,

"Izzy is obviously not something that's used presently – and most likely never will; judging from your reaction earlier – therefore, used and made in and from your past; before you became a dominatrix. This was also made by somebody close to you, as most nicknames that begin with the first syllable of the name and end with -ie's are. Parents, a friend, a former lover, perhaps? And don't even try to trick me into believing you have a sibling, obviously you don't."

The detective halted at his deductions and squinted his eyes at The Woman,

"But you weren't only surprised that I had learnt your nickname, you were also angry with me – or irritated. Deem the latter. You wouldn't be cross with me only because I revealed it to Lestrade. No. You're clever enough to realize he won't tattle, but rather, you were cross because you didn't want to hear that name again. And that leaves us with the conclusion that things didn't end well with whomever made it for you. Now; onto who. A friend: You're a dominatrix who is currently on the run and in hiding, and if you do have 'friends' you wouldn't be sitting in my flat now, would you – ?"

"I can leave you here and prove you wrong... but then again, maybe you aren't."

"You won't and I'm not. For a former lover: again, you're a dominatrix; you wield whips and handcuffs in order to derive clients' secrets and use them for your own pleasure and protection. Even if you did have former lovers, you aren't sentimental – a nickname from a past lover wouldn't ensue such a reaction. So, this leaves us with the parents."

He couldn't help the smirk tugging the corner of his lips,

"Tell me, Ms. Adler, when was the last time you met with your dear mum and dad?"

Behind the impressed glint in Irene's eyes and the slight parting of her lips, there was also the faintest hint of irritation Sherlock couldn't help but notice. I've struck a nerve, he thought rather smugly and felt the smallest of grins occupy his features. He shrugged his eyebrows upwards, as one would when expecting a reply.

"One of them is dead and the other still lives, although rather unhappily." She spoke out more hoarsely than she would have liked, "I’ll leave you to decide which is which."

Sherlock opened his mouth to speak but closed it once more as he heard the husky, soft purr of a voice from the woman upfront,

"But, Dear God, you sure know how to impress a girl."

This turned out way longer than expected, whoops!

I even initially intended this to be adlock!crack but then I figured maybe a real, serious adlock fic (that actually includes both characters) would do good lol.

Anywho, I hope people found this small fic enjoyable! I'd really love to do more. :))

[sorrowsflower]

Autopsies and Misbehavior (Irene-centric AU)

This is something I wrote a while back for @randombiochemist​ ‘s AU where Irene is the forensic pathologist at St. Bart’s instead of Molly. God I wish I could come up with a better title. Thank you again, darling, for letting me hijack it and hack it to pieces like the gleeful weirdo I am. 

I know a lot of people won’t like it, but this is what Irene told me to write (blame her, lol), and it’s what I felt was in character for her in this universe. Don’t hate on me for it.

In this AU, Jim from IT still exists, and Irene works with him. 

I thought at first maybe Jim was blackmailing her, but then i thought nah, Irene wouldn’t let him get away with blackmailing her for very long, so I thought, maybe shes a private contractor

Irene is something of a chaotic neutral in this situation. She works in the morgue as a “cleaner”. Like a money laundering business except she deals with dead bodies. She disposes of them for the government, the mob, etc.

And “Jim from IT” is just one of her clients.

Shes basically the go-to pathologist in London if you want to dispose of bodies that perished from dubious circumstances without leaving a trail that can be investigated. That’s why shes perfectly positioned in the morgue.

If the mafia kills someone and wants to dispose or hide the evidence, or maybe make a poisoning look like a stroke, they go to her. She’s the best in the business.

She’s not an “evil” character, but even in Molly’s role, I don’t think Irene would ever be “good”, she’d still find a way to unapologetically misbehave.

In one scene, Jim is talking about her work for him, and maybe Jim makes a casual threatening remark (something about making Irene into shoes):

Irene levels him a cool glance “Careful, Jim darling, I know where the bodies are buried. Literally.”

Jim smirks at her in amusement, his features transforming into a warped version of delight. “I must admit, that was a spectacular job you did with the Ambrosio cleanup. Inspired. I do wish you'd reconsider my offer and come work for me.”

Irene smiles slightly, recalling what an absolute mess Moran had made of the three men on her table last month. Brute, that Sebastian, lacking in any finesse whatsoever.

“It's a business, darling, and it's my business. That's the beauty of being a private contractor, I can still pick and choose my own clients.”

To Jim’s “offer” she responds with nothing more than a wave and a dismissive smile. “Besides, who would dispose of your dead bodies if I'm a dead body myself? Your little lapdog Moran can't fake his own death to save his life. Who would you go to? Perlmutter? He can barely tell the esophagus from the trachea, or ammonia from nitroglycerin.”

“But the thought of you wasting your considerable talents for those idiots at the MI6...” Jim shudders delicately and gives her a dramatic sigh, which Irene ignores until his tone changes into something more treacherous, more familiar.

"Speaking of which, I've heard you let a certain little detective run around your morgue?” Jim’s face is smiling, but Irene can see his eyes darken. “Naughty, naughty, honey."

Irene tenses minutely, but she keeps her tone and expression carefully neutral. “Sherlock? He's useful. Occasionally. But you know I like to keep my men on a tight leash.”

She can feel Jim scrutinizing her closely, even with the casual leer on his face. She meets his eye and gives him a playful look. “I like my distractions the same as you do. Life gets a little boring sometimes, as you well know. Why? Does he make you nervous, Jim?"

Jim eases off slightly, pulling away from her desk. “Let's just say I'd like to play a little Game. Introduce me?”

Irene feels her pulse jump slightly, and she narrows her eyes at Jim’s back as he walks away. “I know your games, Jim, dear. And you'd better return him to me nice and whole. Don't think I'll let him be your sloppy seconds.”

_________

By SorrowsFlower

Great, now I’m doing a rewatch again with this AU in mind. Aaand I’m thinking of how Sherlock would react when he finds out his favorite forensic pathologist (the main reason he comes back to St. Bart’s instead of anywhere else, even if he won’t admit it) is actually working with and is just as dubious a character as Moriarty.

[oneallysa]

Sherlock AU

Adlock and Warstan Gender Reversal. 

[ladydisdainblog]

AU: Lady Dracula & doctor Van Helsing

[sorrowsflower]

Chemical Defect (The 100 AU)

This is an Adlock / Clexa / Supercorp AU, and there is no excuse for this AU other than my apparent compulsive need to make one GIANT crossover of my 3 most beloved OTPs. 

Also, I know not everyone likes these ships (especially with all my experience as an Adlock shipper) but please don’t shit on my AU if you don’t ship them. You don’t have to read it if you don’t want to. I’m really just putting this up because it just will NOT get out of my fucking head!!!! and I need to be able to focus again.

So, basically an AU where Lexa is an Adlock child. Title is from Sherlock’s whole Love is a “chemical defect found in the losing side”. Which is basically a variant of Lexa’s “love is weakness”.

I adore Irene Adler, and I can’t get it out of my head that she’s Lexa’s birth mother, especially since The 100 never actually shows Lexa’s parents or gives any background from before Lexa became Commander. Here’s my Irene in this AU:

Not too much of a stretch to see her as Lexa’s birth mother. Also, their personalities are quite similar. They both have a commanding presence. They’re both highly intelligent, ruthless, calculating, and make an art form out of compartmentalizing emotions. And they’re just both really badass. Also, CHEEKBONES.

So, here we go...

As in the show, 97 years after nuclear war ravaged the earth, and rendered it supposedly uninhabitable, there are 3 groups of survivors:

The Mountain People/Maunon, who live in Mt. Weather, a bunker facility where diplomats and high ranking officials were kept. Three generations on, this is where Irene, Sherlock, John, Mary, Mycroft, Lestrade and Molly all grow up together. 

The Grounders, descendants of people who survived the apocalypse outside Mt Weather. In the show, the higher ups at Mt Weather kidnapped Grounders to use their blood (Harvest Project), since they have the immunity to radiation that the Maunon do not.

The Sky People/Skaikru, descendants of the people who survived the apocalypse in the space shuttle, the Ark.

Anyway, when Irene is in her early 20s, she and Sherlock find out about the Harvest Project, which was initiated by Mt. Weather’s President, Dante Wallace (in my hc, he was quite ruthless and cold as a young man, but became remorseful with age)

Irene distracts Dante Wallace, pretending to ally herself with him, while Sherlock investigates the experiments and tries to find out how to stop them without endangering their fellow Mountain people. Mycroft is part of the President’s advisory council and tries to deter Sherlock’s investigation.

Sherlock brings John and Mary into the investigation but doesn't tell them about’s Irene ruse because of course, John can't keep a secret. They both just think Irene betrayed them all by forming an alliance with Wallace.

Soon, rumors spread that Irene and Dante are lovers, which worsens this betrayal, and even Sherlock is affected by this.

Things accelerate when Irene finds out she's pregnant. Dante thinks the baby is his. Sherlock, plagued by doubt and jealousy, isn't sure what to think.

He thinks, and on some level, knows, that it's his. But there's that kernel of doubt - the grit in the lens - that says it's not. So he forces their hand and reveals to Dante that he knows about the Harvest Project.

This is extremely unfortunate because several months into the pregnancy, Irene discovers that the baby she's carrying has a genetic mutation.

In the show, the Grounders have a Commander, whose spirit they believe is passed from one Heda (Commander) to another. The Spirit/Flame is actually an AI that gets implanted in them

All Commanders, however, are born with black blood (they have to be, for the AI to work inside them). They're called Nightbloods / Natblidas.

During the course of the pregnancy, Irene (with Molly’s help) discovers that the baby is a Nightblood. Maybe a near miscarriage reveals this, when Irene starts bleeding black blood mixed with red, I dunno.

It's unprecedented, a child descended from Mountain people, having Nightblood. Irene knows that she can't deliver the baby inside Mt Weather, because the minute Dante and the others from the Harvest Project find out that Irene is growing a Natblida in her uterus, they'll want to experiment with her and the baby

Also, in my hc, carrying a Nightblood gives Irene an immunity to radiation (don’t ask me why, I have no idea what the fuck is going on in this AU). What this means is, unlike the other Mountain people (including Sherlock and Dante and the others), Irene can actually walk out of Mt Weather without suffering the effects of radiation

So, Irene reluctantly goes to Mycroft for help to escape Mt. Weather, and Mycroft reluctantly helps her (because it’s family, and the kid is his niece).

Irene flees Mt Weather and Sherlock is arrested. Outside the mountain, Irene meets a young native Grounder, Anya of the Trikru clan. I haven't thought up how yet, but she saves Anya's life. In return, Anya hides her until she gives birth.

^^(Though Anya would probably be much younger when she met Irene)

In the meantime, Dante has Sherlock arrested and wants to execute him, but Mycroft persuades him not to kill Sherlock, but imprison him instead

Dante then begins to hunt for Irene outside, and as he closes in on her, Irene begs Anya to take the Nightblood baby and hide her from the Maunon (the people from Mt Weather)

Before Irene is captured she gives Anya a sigil (from a necklace she got from her own mother) and asks her to give it to the baby.

It’s the one on Lexa’s forehead: she later wore it there when she was chosen as Heda

Anyway, Irene is captured but she's critically injured in the process and ends up in a coma. Mycroft tells Sherlock she's dead. He also destroys all evidence of the baby being a Nightblood, and for Sherlock's safety, all evidence of his investigation against the harvesting

John and Mary are effectively scared into silence when Rosie is threatened (yes, Rosie is in this). I’m thinking, maybe Mycroft told John that Sherlock was dead too, not just imprisoned, to deter him from investigating as well.

Outside the mountain, Anya takes the Nightblood baby to the Trikru clan, names her Lexa (Alexandria after her older sister), and when she's old enough, brings her before the present Commader so she can join the guild of young Natblidas

When Lexa gets older, Anya begins training her as a warrior, and Lexa becomes her Second.

There are 12 Grounder clans and they were all at war at the time young Lexa joins the guild of Nightbloods

When the Commander dies around the time Lexa is 11 or 12, she gets chosen as Heda when she beats all the other Nightbloods at a Conclave (literally a fight to the death in which she's the only survivor; this is canonical in the show, including Lexa’s age).

Upon her Ascension Day as Heda, Lexa begins to unite the 12 Grounder clans under a single Coalition.

Except when she's around 15 or 16, she meets this girl, Costia, and she falls in love. Lexa is utterly devoted to her

BUT one of the Clans, the Azgeda (Ice Nation) is resistant to Lexa's Coalition. The Ice Queen, Nia, kidnaps Costia, tortures her, beheads her and delivers Costia’s head to Lexa’s bedside.

This is where Lexa begins to see that "Love is weakness" and becomes hardened to emotions. Despite Costia’s murder, she extends an alliance to Queen Nia, because it will unite the clans and prevent further loss of life.

As in the show, the space shuttle, where the Sky People live, is running out of supplies and oxygen after almost 100 years in space. So to see if the Earth is inhabitable, they send 100 juvenile delinquents to Earth.

Long story short, once they land on earth, one of the Delinquents becomes the leader. Clarke Griffin:

But at some point, Clarke gets captured by people from Mt Weather, who try and experiment on her to see if they can use Sky People for the Harvest Project too

In Mt Weather, Clarke meets Anya (who was captured by the Harvest Project too). They form a reluctant alliance, and try to get out. While trying to escape, they discover the Harvest Project, as well as Irene. Anya recognizes her.

I don’t know how but Clarke manages to wake her up, and Clarke gets the message to Sherlock that Irene is alive and they all attempt to escape Mt. Weather

Unfortunately, Anya gets killed in the attempt. Before she dies, Anya tells Clarke about the Commander who was once her Second, and that she needs to build a truce with the Heda to keep her and the Sky People and the Trikru safe from Mt Weather

In the meantime, Lexa sends 300 Trikru warriors to neutralize the threat of the Sky People (I mean, from the Grounders' POV, a piece of the sky just dropped down in their lands, bringing 100 potentially dangerous strangers in their midst; Lexa has to answer that threat)

So, anyway, the Mountain People (Irene and company) strike a deal with the Sky People, to help them free all the people in Mt Weather (cos there were other Sky People there) in exchange for blood transfusions, to enable the Maunon (Sherlock and the rest, Irene is still immune), to survive outside until their bodies adjust to the radiation

And since there are both Skaikru and Trikru trapped in Mt Weather, Clarke approaches Lexa for a truce.

So in the show, their alliance is a very fragile one, Lexa and the Trikru being ruthless and distrustful of strangers for their own survival (their clan motto is Jus drein Jus daun "blood must have blood"). A lot of shit happens.

The Mountain People and the Skaikru think the Trikru are savages. But also there’s bad blood especially, between Lexa and the Mountain People because Mt Weather has been kidnapping her people and harvesting them for blood.

When Irene, Sherlock and the rest of the Mountain people first approach Lexa with Clarke to help them bring down Mt Weather with minimum casualties, there's a scene where Irene tells Lexa what happened. That she had a baby who was born a Nightblood, and that her hope is to find her daughter.

Irene immediately recognizes Lexa on their first meeting when she sees the sigil on her forehead. But Irene knows she can't tell Lexa the truth yet on their first meeting, because she wouldn't believe her. Also because of Lexa's animosity towards Mt Weather.

Instead, to prove that she had indeed given birth to a Nightblood, Irene slices her own hand open in front of Lexa to show the black blood mixing with her own red blood

This is older Irene, btw:

In the show, Clarke and Lexa grow closer as they plan their assault on Mt weather. They're basically teenage girls called to lead their people,  with enormous responsibilities on their shoulders

Lexa, has been Heda longer than Clarke has been leading the Skaikru, so she offers Clarke advice. At times, the lessons she teaches Clarke are harsh and ruthless, but as she tells Clarke one has to make tough decisions to be a good leader, one her people look up to

One of my favorite scenes in the show is when she tells Clarke "The truth is, we must look into the eyes of our warriors every day and say, 'Go die for me'."

There’s a mutual respect between them and even if Clarke feels that Lexa's decisions are harsh, she knows they're right. That they have to make sacrifices in war for the greater good of their people

In the show, Lexa eventually betrays Clarke. On the night of their assault, Lexa and Clarke get separated, and one of the men in Mt Weather offers Lexa a deal, to get the Trikru inside out safely without casualties, if she'll deliver Clarke and the Skaikru to him. She took the deal, because it results in no casualties for her or her warriors or the Trikru hostages. As she says, Clarke would have done the same thing. Lexa leaves them at the Mt Weather, and Clarke is forced to irradiate everyone inside

I DO have a version where this happens, BUT for this AU, I prefer my other version, WITHOUT the betrayal because I just need to give my little baby gays a hug:

They develop a plan of attack that gets the Trikru and Skaikru out alive. (I feel like with Irene and Sherlock's help in there too, they could achieve that). It helps that Mycroft is still inside and quite high up the chain of command in Mt Weather.

As a compromise, since they helped take down Mt Weather, Lexa spares them (Sherlock, Irene, Mycroft and everyone else who helped) and all the children. Everyone else she has killed in a giant pyre.

They begin talks to make Skaikru (and the surviving Maunon) the 13th clan in Lexa's Coalition.

Lexa takes Clarke and several of the Skaikru/Maunon delegation (including Irene and Sherlock) to Polis (the Coalition’s capital city) to seal the alliance.

Quite a few things happen in Polis. 

First off, Lexa names Clarke the Ambassador for the Skaikru, and Irene the Ambassador for the Maunon. (The scene where Clarke kneels to Lexa, hell yeah, that’s happening).

THIS most definitely happens:

Also, shortly after this (because I keep wanting to spoil Lexa’s happiness), I have a scene where Irene tells Lexa the truth about her.

"That child I spoke of in our first meeting,” Irene’s voice is cautious. Quiet but firm. “The Nightblood child I bore and surrendered in exchange for her life..." Lexa holds her breath. Everything freezes, and she knows what the Maunon will say even before she speaks the next words. "Do you know the name of the Trikru girl I left her with?" Lexa holds up a hand, to stem the flow of words that make dread settle in her stomach. But Irene forges on. "Her name was Anya kom Trikru. She promised to care for my little girl. She promised to protect her with her life." Lexa whirls around, dagger in her hand, its tip pressed against the older woman's throat before she has even finished speaking. "Lies!" Lexa hisses, her eyes flashing dangerously. She has killed bigger prey than this slender Maunon with her fragile body unhardened by the harsh punishment of Trikru lands. "All lies!" Irene’s eyes are calm, displaying the same unshakable certainty that Lexa so often exudes with her own gaze. "You can kill me, but you know the truth. Just as I knew it when I first saw you, sitting on your throne with that sigil I left Anya on your forehead. I was so proud to know you were my daughter, just as I am proud of you now..." Lexa grits back tears as she presses the dagger's tip closer, but her tears are not summoned by affection or pride, but by denial. She all but spits out the next words at the older woman "You lie! I am not Maunon!"

Sherlock interrupts them before Lexa can harm Irene, bringing news that an Azgeda messenger has come with a message from Nia.

The Ice Nation disagrees with the Skaikru/Maunon becoming the 13th clan, and even though they brought down Mt Weather, the Azgeda see it as a weakness on Lexa's part - her teaming up with Clarke and the Mountain People and the Sky People to accomplish this. 

Also, her sparing some of the Mountain people is also seen by the Azgeda as weakness (since "blood must have blood")

Also, Queen Nia's always been out to destroy Lexa and wrestle control of the Coalition from her (which is why she killed Costia) so she's just looking for a way to ruin her

Nia sends some of her Azgeda soldiers to attack and kill Lexa. Lexa is shot in the chest with a gun, to make it seem as if it was a move from one of the Skaikru or the Mountain People (Grounders don't have guns) and she falls down a very high waterfall (no, not Reichenbach)

Everyone thinks she's dead. Including Clarke

(Because of course all Adlock children must "die" and come back to life at some point, otherwise their DNA is questioned)

Clarke is wrecked, after what happened to Lexa. But she knows she has to make sure that the Coalition and her people are safe.

In the show, Lexa trains her own guild of Nightbloods, to succeed her as Commander upon her death

In one version of this AU, Lexa's favored successor is an 8 year old Nightblood named Lena

(Because of course I need Supercorp in this as well)

Lena is Lexa's most promising Nightblood. She's a little prodigy, just like Lexa was. She has a sharp, strategic mind, she’s been training with her fellow Natblidas since she was a little girl and is quite mature for her age. Lexa sees a bit of herself in Lena, when she was that age.

I have a scene where Lena and Kara are playing together, along with the other Skaikru kids (Alex, Winn, and James. I’ve decided Brainy is a Mt Weather kid. Nia is Trikru and Sam is maybe Azgeda), and Lexa appoints Lena as her temporary successor in Polis before they attacked Mt Weather, which I might post later (this thing is getting too long as it is).

Upon Lexa's "death", Lena is appointed successor to protect Polis until the Conclave can begin, and a new Commander is chosen

But since little Lena doesn't have the Commander's Flame (the AI, which is still in Lexa's body), her power in Polis and the Coalition is fragile, so Clarke rushes to help her.

Lexa made all her Natblidas promise to honor her alliance with the Skaikru and the Mountain People, so Clarke has to protect Lena's place as the new Heda to secure it

Sherlock, Irene and John join the hunt to find Lexa's body, ostensibly so the Commander's Flame can be secured. But actually, Sherlock and Irene are still hopeful they can find Lexa alive (even though it seems impossible she could have survived the fall) and they bring John with them because he's a doctor

Molly and Mary stay behind to offer Clarke support and protection (respectively). Clarke decides to make a deal with the Ice Nation for safety of the Skaikru and the Maunon, as well as the rest of the Coalition.

Molly asks her why she's making a deal with the woman who had Lexa killed. Clarke responds "I'm doing what Lexa would have wanted. The same thing she did when her lover was killed by the Ice Nation. She would want her people to be safe."

Irene and Sherlock manage to find Lexa and rescue her from the waterfall. John has to dig the bullet out of her and stitch her up. He insists that she needs to rest, but Lexa is determined to go back to Polis. The other three accompany her.

Meanwhile, Clarke is attacked in another ruse by Nia, who knows that as Lena’s self-appointed protector, she is the biggest obstacle to the her takeover of Polis.

Basically, Lexa returns from the dead by saving Clarke SEE VID 1 (let’s just imagine those are Azgeda attacking her; I just need a badass return for my baby without actually KILLING her off): 

After it’s revealed that Lexa has “come back to life”, she calls out Nia as a traitor and issues a challenge to end their conflict. Nia summons her son, Roan to fight Lexa for her. (Also, that scene where Lexa says “I am the Commander. No one fights for me.” oh yeah, that’s totally happening) SEE VID 2

VID 1

VID 2

Yeah, so Nia dies. Titus dies (cos fuck you Titus, I might just have Irene kill him). AND THAT’S IT.  NONE OF MY BABIES DIE! LEXA IS HEDA AGAIN, LENA EVENTUALLY SUCCEEDS HER (at some point), KARLENA/SUPERCORP WILL EVENTUALLY BECOME A THING (that’s a whole ‘nother story, fuck) AND CLEXA CAN HAVE ALL THE SMUTTY SMUT THEY WANT WITHOUT ONE OF THEM GETTING KILLED OFF FIVE SECONDS LATER!

OH MY GOD, I finally got all of it out in one fucking long-ass post. At least I think that’s everything. I might post that scene with little Lena and Kara later, and then hopefully I will be rid of this AU for now. Congrats to you if you got this far down the rabbit hole. If you did, please tell me what you think, thanks!!!!!!!!

Now maybe I can get some work done. See y’all next time!

[sorrowsflower]

Polyphemus

Parent!lock. Adlock, sort of.

The entrance hallway at 221 Baker Street was empty when Sherlock walked in, devoid of Mrs. Hudson's usual bustling welcome and offer of tea. A mild disappointment to follow the much larger one Sherlock had received this morning with his last lead.

The new case he had been working on was not proving to be easy. The dead body found yesterday near Bethnal Green station had yet to be identified -- though Sherlock had a strong suspicion that he was a homeless man from Croydon by the state of his shoes and fingernails. He would utilize the talents of his own homeless network, but they had been surprisingly difficult to track all day. Even Wiggins was nowhere to be found.

Sherlock sighed as he shook off his coat. He was just about to hang it behind the door when he spotted the first irregularity. Two of the hooks on the rack were already occupied, both with children's coats -- Belstaff, both tailored miniature versions of his own: one a girl's size 6 and the other a boy's size 12.

He smiled. The girl was always small for her age -- took after her mother, that one -- but the boy had had a recent growth spurt. Any more and he was likely to be taller than his mother before he turned thirteen.

"Mrs. Hudson?"

There was no answer, and Sherlock ventured further into the house, noting further irregularities along the way -- a carelessly discarded bag on the floor behind the stairs, the Nikon D5600 he'd given the girl for her last birthday in its neat little purse on the table, an orchid in a pot near the east-facing window of the living room.

They'd come from the Azores, then. And by the looks of things, the Woman had stayed behind. It was unusual that she wouldn't come to see him or summon him, even for a day at the very least, when the children were in town. Which meant that Sherlock wasn't the only one who was busy this weekend.

Doing his level best to convince to himself that he wasn't disappointed, Sherlock moved off in search of his landlady. He found Mrs. Hudson snoozing on the kitchen table, next to a plate of biscuits and two cups of tea.  The biscuits hadn't been polished off, which was another irregularity in itself since Nero loved Ginger Nuts. 

Sherlock gently nudged his landlady awake. "Mrs. Hudson."

The old woman's eyes popped open and she blinked owlishly at him. "Oh! Sherlock. I must have dozed off."

"Mrs. Hudson, where are the children?"

"The children?" Mrs. Hudson's voice was thick and slightly groggy. "Oh! Well... Nero and I were just having tea. He was telling me about his new plant, and I must have nodded off. I was cleaning all morning, and I must have been more tired than I thought--"

"And Mercy?"

Mrs. Hudson straightened her blouse and started cleaning up the table, smiling at the mention of his little girl. "She said she was going upstairs to play with her new doll, the little dear."

Sherlock's eyes narrowed suspiciously. He took one of the cups from the table and surreptitiously dipped his finger into it. The tea was cold. 

"Are they both upstairs?"

Mrs. Hudson gave him a distracted smile as she took the cups and plates to the sink. "I'm sure they are, dear. I told them they could stay there and wait till you came back."

The last word was barely out of her mouth before Sherlock was bounding up the stairs two steps at a time. He hurriedly unlocked the door to 221B, but found the whole place empty, apart from the designer luggage and two pairs of children's boots, one pair smaller than the other, sitting behind the door.

"Nero? Mercy?" He called, wrenching doors open as he went around the flat. Every room other than the sitting room was devoid of any signs of his children. "Nero! Marciana!"

No answer.

Forcing down his panic, Sherlock raced back downstairs, grabbing his coat along the way. He fished his mobile out of the pocket, ignoring Mrs. Hudson's surprised voice calling out to him from the kitchen as he rushed out the door. He strode down the street rapidly, pulling a familiar number from his contacts.

The Detective Inspector answered on the first ring. Sherlock didn't even give him time for a greeting. "Lestrade. I need your help."

"Sherlock? Wha--"

"It's an emergency. My--"

Sherlock stopped short as he passed by the mouth of an alley a few blocks from 221B. Another irregularity. A rather glaring one, this time.

"Shelock?" Lestrade's confused voice issued from the phone as Sherlock lowered it from his ear. The other man was all but forgotten as Sherlock ventured farther into the alley.

"Sherlock, what’s going o--" Lestrade's voice cut off as Sherlock dropped the call and slipped the mobile back into his pocket. 

There it was. A single scrap of white cloth lying beside a skip bin. Sherlock's heart thudded thickly in his chest as he picked it up.

It was a lace appliqué from a child's dress, ends frayed as if it had been torn off. Sherlock recognized the pattern from the dress Mercy had worn when he had met them in Florence last summer.

Sherlock's eyes rose to the skip, heart caught in his throat, fearing the worst despite his earlier suspicions. What would he find in there?

His hands felt clammy and his forehead was cold with sweat as he grabbed the edge of the lid. Sherlock was the farthest thing from a praying man, but he found himself silently begging as he jerked the lid up to reveal the contents of the skip. 

Please... Don't let it be...

It was empty.

Well, not entirely. The skip was strewn with a few crates and the expected trash. But what mattered was the fact that his daughter's little body wasn't among the contents.

Relief flooded through Sherlock's system, making him feel weak and slightly ill. He let the lid fall and stepped away, the scrap from Mercy's dress still clutched in his hand. He took a moment to brace his hands on his knees and even out his breathing.

As he collected his bearings, a laugh and a tiny voice rang out from the other end of the alley. Sherlock's head shot up.

"Full house! I win!"

He recognized that voice. Mercy! 

Sherlock rapidly straightened up and ran to the end of the alley. He turned round the corner, almost slipping on a discarded plastic bag in his haste, and stopped short at the sight that greeted him.

His six year-old daughter was sitting on a crate, her white dress spread out around her, her feet in beribboned little shoes dangling at least two feet off the dirty ground. 

She was laughing in delight as she revealed her hand of cards, and her heels made little thumping noises as she swung her feet back and forth, as was her habit whenever she was sitting on any seat that was too big for her -- which was often, given her size. Her brother stood beside her, arms crossed over his chest, chewing his lip in amusement.

Mercy appeared to be surrounded by at least half his homeless network -- which would explain why Sherlock had been unable to find them all morning -- most of whom were throwing down cards and grumbling as they surrendered various items to a considerable pile at his daughter's feet, which included -- from what Sherlock could see -- money, several watches, two cheap mobile phones, six packets of cigarettes, three pocket knives, and to his surprise, a cat.

Sherlock was caught between the relief of seeing both his children unharmed, and the confusion as to what the hell was going on here.

Nero was closest to Sherlock and the first to see him. His face revealed a very familiar mixture of surprise and guilt upon seeing Sherlock. "Dad! We can explain..."

Mercy looked up from her winnings with a wide smile. "Daddy! How did you find us?"

Sherlock exhaled loudly and held up the scrap from her dress, and added, "You told Mrs. Hudson you were going to play with your new doll, when I know for a fact that you hate dolls, and the last one you had became the victim of a violent crime. If you're going to lie, Marciana, at least make the lie a believable one."

Nero snickered. "Amateur."

Mercy glared at him from her perch on the crate. "At least I'm not the one who lost the first five games."

Nero opened his mouth to reply, but Sherlock cut him off, pinching the skin between his eyebrows. 

"Would either of you mind explaining to me why you drugged Mrs. Hudson and snuck out of the house? To what end? So Marciana could steal from my homeless network?"

"I'm not stealing!" Mercy had the audacity to look affronted. Sherlock could feel a headache coming on. "I won them! And we were helping."

"Helping?" How was taking years off his life helpful?

"With your case, Dad." Nero volunteered, to commute the sentence he was sure to receive after all of this. "We found out the name of your victim."

"His name is Pete Marshall, Daddy. He lives down in Croydon. But Dot says he has a mum who lives in Bethnal Green." Mercy turned to one of his Irregulars, an older matronly woman who smiled fondly at her. "Right, Dottie?"

"Right," Dot nodded before turning to Sherlock. "Clever kids you got there, Mr. Holmes. 'Specially that little girl. Cleaned us all out. Took my cat too. Can we keep her, Mr. Holmes?"

At the mention of the cat, Mercy lit up and shimmied down from her perch on the crate. She landed with a smart tap of her neat little shoes, dislodging most of her precarious mismatched pile, and picked up said animal.

"Daddy, look what I won!"

Yes, that was definitely a stress headache forming right between his eyes. "We're not keeping it. Give it back to Dot, Marciana."

"But, Daddy, I won him! He's mine!" Mercy hauled the cat up to her chest, clutching it with both hands. She looked up at Sherlock with wide eyes. He recognized that stubborn look, the one that very clearly said that his daughter was determined to have her way. "See, he has only one eye. His name is Polyphemus!"

"Actually, his name is Frank." Nero chipped in.

"You call him whatever you like, dearie." Dot chuckled unhelpfully, and Sherlock glared at her. "He's yours now."

"See, Daddy?" Mercy looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

"Mother won't have it in the house." Nero remarked offhandedly. "It's ugly."

"Your face is ugly!" Mercy rounded on him with a sharp glare, clinging to the cat ferociously, rubbing its fur to soothe it from Nero's teasing. She turned back to Sherlock with wide eyes, her expression changing from murderous to adorably beseeching in a disconcertingly short amount of time. "Please, Daddy?"

Oh, he knew that look well. And he knew his daughter. Once Marciana decided she wanted something, come hell or high water, she would find a way to get it, and woe betide anyone who stood in her way. 

Wonder where she got it from.

"Please, Daddy?" Mercy asked again, tugging at the leg of his trousers, her blue-green eyes wide and her lower lip pushing out into a charming little pout. Damn. He never could say no to her.

"Fine!" Sherlock groaned and exhaled loudly. "Take the wretched thing. But leave everything else behind. No knives, Marciana! Dot, the address in Bethnal Green, if you please."

Dot laughed as she typed it onto Sherlock's phone. "Yes, sir."

Nero scoffed. "No fair! She always gets her way because she's the baby."

"I've half a mind to consider Dot's offer and let them keep you both." Sherlock muttered to himself as he shepherded both children out of the alleyway and onto the street. "And that cat--"

"Polyphemus." Mercy chimed in. 

"-- Polyphemus -- won't be staying here. I won't have him coughing up furballs on my experiments. You'll have to be the one to tell your Mother about your newly acquired housemate."

"Yes, Daddy." Mercy beckoned him with a finger and Sherlock leaned down closer to her. 

Mercy released one arm from Polyphemus and slipped it around Sherlock's neck. She kissed his cheek, and despite the annoyance of cat hairs now transferred onto his Belstaff, Sherlock smiled begrudgingly. "Thank you, Daddy."

"He's still not staying here."

By the time Mercy and Nero returned to Baker Street again six months later, Polyphemus was a permanent fixture at 221B.

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By SorrowsFlower

I know, it’s ooc. Sorry. I just want a fic of Sherlock and my babies.

[sorrowsflower]

Baby Baker Street (Kid!lock Fancast)

Gulliver McGrath as Little Sherlock Holmes Thomas Sangster as Little John Watson Dakota Fanning as Little Rosamund/Mary Morstan Raffey Cassidy as Little Irene Adler

By SorrowsFlower

I have several different fancasts, but these are my favorites. Also, there might be a part 2 for the others, if I feel like it.