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Sherlock fic: There's something about Morstan 
18th-Mar-2012 06:00 pm
Sherlock - JW the fuck is this
Title: There’s something about Morstan
Author: Ariane DeVere
Word count: 1,924
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to way more powerful and wealthy people than me.


John clearly fell for the young woman the moment she arrived at the flat, and the feeling is obviously mutual. But why does Sherlock find himself positively approving of the budding relationship? He investigates ... and learns the terrifying truth.

Translated into Russian by dzenka
Translated into Chinese by Sound of Her Wings




There’s something about Morstan

The young blonde woman smiled winningly at John, who gazed adoringly back at her. Clearly he had fallen for her the moment she walked into the flat seeking a consultation with Sherlock, and the attraction was obviously mutual.

Since she had sat down and begun to explain her circumstances, John’s gaze hadn’t left her for a second, which Sherlock found rather irritating. Usually when a client visited, John was his wing man, sitting beside him and taking notes, checking information for him on the laptop and generally acting as his personal secretary. But almost as soon as Miss Morstan had entered the flat, John’s attention had been totally upon her and he had pulled one of the dining table chairs across the room so that he could sit beside her as she sat in his armchair. He hadn’t even offered to make her a cup of tea, apparently reluctant to leave her side and go to the kitchen from where he wouldn’t be able to see her face.

Mary didn’t seem to mind the attention, however; in fact she was positively simpering under his gaze and batting her eyelashes flirtatiously at him. If any other woman had been so obvious while looking at John, Sherlock would have rolled his eyes and would probably have made some sarcastic remark by now, but the two of them looked so delightful together that any spiteful comments that rose in his mind immediately receded before he could even open his mouth. But nevertheless, they were gazing at each other and not at him, and that just wasn’t on.

Sherlock sighed noisily and after a long moment they both reluctantly turned their attention back towards him where it belonged.

As Mary’s eyes met his, Sherlock’s heart instantly melted. She really was rather adorable and his immediate instinct was to trust her even though he didn’t understand why. He had never trusted anyone at first glance like this – well, only Joh.... Oh! He remembered how, as soon as John had limped into the lab at Bart’s, a voice in his head had started repeating an unusual word which – while it made no sense – had prompted him to believe that he should trust this man. He had tried to ignore the voice but it had persisted and, despite himself, he had taken an instant liking to the Army veteran and had believed that he would be the ideal flatmate. Just how ideal had only been proven later but he had never felt that immediate level of trust for anybody before or since that moment. So it was strange to have that voice back in his head now – a voice which he had never heard in real life – speaking up again and inferring that he could place that same level of trust in this young woman. Even more disturbing was the method the voice was using to tell him this: it made no sense that Sherlock should know so instinctively that John, and now Mary, were going to be an important and vital part of his life simply because an unrecognisable voice was repeatedly murmuring inside his brain, ‘Canon, canon, canon ...’

A little worried by the way that he kept finding himself wanting to smile genuinely at her instead of producing his normal forced grimace, and even more disturbed by how not disturbed he was at the obvious instant attraction between John and Mary, he tried to distract himself by turning to his laptop on the desk beside him and – making sure that she couldn’t see the screen – starting to research the delightful Miss Morstan online. Ignoring the easier option of getting into police files and instead hacking straight into Mycroft’s security servers, he pulled up as much information as he could about her, peripherally aware of how comfortably Mary and John were chatting nearby and finding himself smiling at hearing John’s easy laugh. At this rate, Sherlock wouldn’t be surprised if they were engaged within months, and even the thought of John moving out of 221B wasn’t distressing him as much as he would have expected. After all, Mary was so delightful and sweet. And even while he tried to be concerned about his strange reaction to her, the voice in his head kept reassuring him: ‘Canon, canon, canon ...’

He was relieved to see from the security files that Mary wasn’t some arch-villain masquerading as the private tutor which she claimed to be. She really did work as a home tutor; her references all told what a lovely woman she was and how her employers’ children adored her; she was twenty-seven years old (far too young for John ...) (‘Canon ...’) (... well, no, just because she was ten years younger than him, it would still be a marriage made in heaven); her friends and colleagues all checked out and had no trace of criminal histories; her father really had disappeared in mysterious circumstances ten years ago (Sherlock marvelled at how lucky the world was that the lovely Mary hadn’t fallen apart under the strain of such a loss); she had now received a letter promising to reveal the mystery of Captain Morstan’s disappearance; ... and her full name was ...

No. Oh, no. It couldn’t be.

Sherlock stumbled to his feet, shocked. Mary turned her wonderful smile towards him (‘Canon, canon ...’ whispered the voice in his head) and Sherlock felt instantly reassured. She was far too lovely and trustworthy – she couldn’t possibly be the hideous person he had just seen on his computer screen.

Canon ...’ the voice continued to whisper.

“Shut up!” he said out loud and now John’s eyes flickered briefly in his direction. Sherlock reluctantly dragged his eyes away from the adorable woman sitting beside his flatmate and looked at the computer screen again, forcing himself to confront the truth. Almost snarling with the effort, he turned his head towards her again but kept his eyes averted.

“Get out,” he said sternly.

John, who was continuing to gaze devotedly at Mary as if planning their wedding and wondering what the chances were that they could book the church a week next Tuesday, frowned in confusion but still seemed unable to look away.

“Sherlock, don’t be silly,” he told his friend. “We’re not going anywhere.”

Sherlock grimaced and forced his voice to sound harsh as he addressed Mary.

“I know who you are,” he told her, struggling to resist the urge to cringe and apologise as she blinked at him innocently.

“Mr. Holmes, I don’t know what you mean,” she said sweetly.

Sherlock gestured towards his computer. “It’s all here,” he told her angrily. “I know everything about you – and I know your name.”

And then the world went to hell.

Mary rose to her feet, her entire demeanour changing as she faced Sherlock. Her eyes widened and her voice morphed from the gentle tones it had produced up until now and became shrill and hysterical.

“You can’t throw me out!” she told him. “I love you! And him!” She gestured wildly towards John. “I’m going to marry him, and you’re going to love me too and we’re all going to live together and have babies, and the flat will be full of puppies and kittens and jam and we’ll look after baby hedgehogs and live happily ever after!”

John stood up and backed away from her as she continued to rant. She began to flail her arms about as she turned to him. “You have to marry me, John! We’re destined to be together! It’s in the books and everything!”

“The books ...?” John asked in apparent confusion, clearly trying to come to terms with the dramatic change in his future wife.

“Mrs Mary Watson,” she said, her voice quietening down for a moment and becoming dreamy. She smiled, her gaze distant and fanatical. “Mrs Mary Watson-Holmes,” she added more loudly, grinning manically.

“Get out,” Sherlock told her again, pointing towards the door for added emphasis.

“You don’t understand!” she told him wildly. “It’s our destiny!” She looked at John again. “You have to love me! It’s in the books; it’s on the DVDs of all the old television series; it’s in the films! It’s ... it’s ...”

“... canon,” Sherlock finished grimly.

Mary squealed delightedly. “Yes! You do understand! I knew you would!”

“Out,” he said again, his finger pointing firmly towards the door.

John’s face was full of bewildered misery but he seemed to take his cue from the friend he had trusted for so long and reached out a hand towards Mary.

“I think you had better leave ...” he began but she shrieked excitedly the moment his fingers touched her arm.

“You touched me!” she squealed. “You do love me!”

John snatched his hand back, his eyes beginning to fill with panic as she gazed at him adoringly.

“Sod this,” Sherlock said in irritation and took his phone from his jacket pocket. Hitting a speed dial, he waited impatiently for a reply and began speaking as soon as the phone at the other end was picked up.

“Lestrade, we’ve got an intruder in the flat,” he said. “We need police assistance.”

He started to listen to Lestrade’s reply but snapped out his answer before the inspector had finished speaking. “No, we can’t throw her out of the window. We daren’t touch her.”

“It’s a woman?” Lestrade asked.

“Yes, well done for deducing that,” Sherlock said tetchily. “She’s hysterical and will get even worse if we try to manhandle her out. Come over here and remove her for us.”

Mary’s eyes glazed and her grin became wider. “The silver fox,” she said dreamily.

Sherlock growled. “No, don’t come yourself,” he said urgently into the phone. “Send ...” he paused and looked at Mary cautiously, then added hesitantly, “... Dimmock?”

Her smile faltered momentarily but then strengthened again. “He’s really sweet,” she said with a look of adoration on her face.

“No, not Dimmock,” Sherlock instantly said into the phone. He hesitated, then was struck with an inspiration. “Send Anderson.”

Mary’s eyes began to fill with panic. “You wouldn’t,” she said nervously.

“Anderson isn’t trained to remove intruders,” Lestrade’s voice said down the phone. Sherlock ignored him.

“Send Anderson,” he insisted, then grinned savagely. “And Donovan.”

Mary let out an anguished sob.

“Anderson and Donovan,” Sherlock said again. “And no-one else. For God’s sake don’t send Hopkins or we’ll never get rid of her.”

Switching the phone off before Lestrade could reply, he turned towards the sobbing woman. “You’ve got two minutes before they arrive,” he told her. “Donovan and Anderson.”

“I’m going,” she said tremulously, turning towards the door. Then she turned back, the fanatical glint back in her eyes. “Can I stroke the Coat before I go?”

OUT!” Sherlock and John said simultaneously.

Pouting petulantly, the formerly lovely and adorable Miss Morstan slunk out of the room and clumped off down the stairs. Once the front door had slammed noisily, John sank down into his chair, blowing out a shaky breath, and looked up at his friend.

“What the bloody hell was all that about?” he demanded.

Sherlock had regained his composure and sat back down at the table, looking at his flatmate smugly. “Ah, John, as usual you do not observe,” he told him serenely.

He gestured to the screen on his laptop.

“It doesn’t matter how appealing such a woman might seem at first – you should never trust someone called Mary.”

He paused dramatically for a moment, then delivered the dénouement.

Especially if her middle name is Sue.”

*********************

Author’s Note: All right, I’ll do it for you. For those of you who read the ending and went, “... the hell is she on about now?!” here’s an extract from the Wikipedia definition:

A Mary Sue, in literary criticism and particularly in fanfiction, is a fictional character with overly idealized and hackneyed mannerisms, lacking noteworthy flaws, and primarily functioning as a wish-fulfilment fantasy for the author or reader. "Mary Sue" is commonly associated with self-insertion (the writing of oneself into a fictional story). "Mary Sue" always gets her man; the "right people" seem to gravitate towards the character.

I really must stop writing stories that need acres of explanation afterwards!

But does this story imply that I’m a Mary Sue?

Umm ... no? No, definitely not – I would never behave like that if I met Sherlock and John in real life. *nods convincingly* Well, not that I would admit in public anyway.

Oh, and the reference to Hopkins might go over the heads of anyone who hasn’t read verityburnsThe Green Blade. Just trust me on this: he’s cute. Urge to stalk ... rising ...


Comments 
18th-Mar-2012 06:16 pm (UTC)
Hahaha, what a brilliant idea! XD I particularly loved the 'Canon'-voice inside Sherlock's head. :-D
18th-Mar-2012 06:59 pm (UTC)
Hahahaha!

Seriously though, she will need to be dealt with... somehow...
18th-Mar-2012 07:00 pm (UTC)
Such a treat for us Canonistas! ( which at first got typed "Conanistas" which is also appropriate, I guess... )
Ha! ENjoyed the crack!
18th-Mar-2012 07:17 pm (UTC)
Ahahaha, amazing!
18th-Mar-2012 07:50 pm (UTC)
Hee! I think Donovan and Anderson might be too good for her...
25th-Mar-2012 08:51 pm (UTC)
bahahaha icon. ♥
18th-Mar-2012 08:06 pm (UTC)
Laughing hysterically now!
18th-Mar-2012 08:10 pm (UTC)
There really are no words for your genius... but I will do my best :D

'Sherlock’s heart instantly melted' THIS was the point at which my nose twitched. There may be those who don't know you who might have been misled by this phrase, assuming a sentimental Sherlock... sweet, readable, but not particularly in character. But not I! Oh, no. I knew better. I knew you were... *hushed voice*up to something.

Sadly, I completely failed to guess what it was.

However many clues I have, however suspicious I am going in, however hard I'm peering between the words and looking for the zinger that I know is just waiting to bop me on the nose, you always, always, get me.

How does anybody get to be so sodding clever?!

Brilliant, brilliant work - and the 'Hopkins' thing knocked me off my chair. Consider me floored... and honoured :D
18th-Mar-2012 11:21 pm (UTC)
Lord that was one creepy woman. Glad I wouldn't stoop to such levels. Without, ya know, at least a bottle of wine or so, I mean.

I happen to love fics that call out the Mysterious and Sparkly Ebil Powers of the Mary Sue, so I'm a happy fish right now! Fabulous, my dear!
19th-Mar-2012 12:41 am (UTC)
Wonderful! I was reading with amusement until it hit me what you were doing and then I was laughing, and continued laughing through my second and third readings!

19th-Mar-2012 04:02 am (UTC)
Ha!! I laughed out loud at the punch line. Well done!
19th-Mar-2012 04:55 am (UTC)
This is brilliantly silly! I love it. Thanks!
19th-Mar-2012 07:17 am (UTC)
Get out! B.c this is one of the most fabulous uses for a Mary Sue I've ever read. Love it, and I just finished Green Blade so, I got that too=)
19th-Mar-2012 11:33 am (UTC)
Oh My God!!! This piece is not only absolutely hilarious, it had me laughing so hard I think my landlady (not my housekeeper) could hear me downstairs without her hearing aid, you are brilliant!!! This certainly ranks on my top ten favourites now!! Great job!!
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19th-Mar-2012 12:19 pm (UTC)
Ho ho! I love Sherlock's unmasking of this vile creature for what she is. Her impassioned speech on "puppies and kittens and ... baby hedgehogs" is inspired. As is Sherlock's succinct "Sod this." And Mary's insistence on having a perve over the prospect of being touched by anyone in the 'verse who isn't actually Anderson. Wonderful.

19th-Mar-2012 06:46 pm (UTC)
First I thought : "Sherlock deduced her subconsciously and he saw that she was going to die soon and that John would come back to him with his matrimonial desires crushed forever, that's why he can put up with her".

Now I try to laugh uproariously (ha ha this Mary Sue is so stupid ha ha ha) and to pretend that I didn't recognize myself in her a little. This is a tiny bit humiliating. But, at the same time, this is very funny and clever. And Sherlock and John stay together in the end, forever of course, which is the main thing. And yay for Hopkins' comeback ! Now excuse me, I feel the sudden urge to read Author, Author again. :-)
21st-Mar-2012 09:25 am (UTC)
I was half-expecting a torrent of abuse about leading you to believe that I was writing het again. Perhaps I'm just too transparent these days ...
22nd-Mar-2012 09:22 am (UTC)
No, you're still Super-Clever Ariane. But I read Matters Arising before your fic and Verity says in her AN that your fic will make you laugh like a demented hyena and not that there will be wailing and gnashing of teeth. So... :D
19th-Mar-2012 07:25 pm (UTC)
Tee-hee, brilliant as ever!

Also one of the few (maybe the only one?) of your stories where I did not need the explanation! *I haz a proud*
19th-Mar-2012 07:58 pm (UTC)
"I love you! And him!"
"baby hedgehogs"
"Can I stroke the Coat before I go?"
...
Do I need to say more? :)))
*thumbs up*
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19th-Mar-2012 10:14 pm (UTC)
There is a word for my reaction. It's one of my own devising, because it clearly needed to be made.
That word is 'snerk'.

Not quite a snark, not quite a chortle, very much a grin, albeit one rather much as delightfully sinister-looking as it is obviously gleeful. Maybe even accompanied by a slightly diabolical-sounding chuckle or, to even out the previous scary looks, an appreciably Woody Woodpecker-esque giggle.


...Heh. Mary Sue. I should have seen that one coming a mile off. You adorkable lovely you. <3
20th-Mar-2012 08:42 am (UTC)
Mwahahahahaha! You are so mean! Delicious. Every story with Mary Sue bashing is a good story.
20th-Mar-2012 11:11 am (UTC)
Oh god, this is hilarious. Thanks for making me laugh out loud, haha.
25th-Mar-2012 08:52 pm (UTC)
Haha, love it. Sherlock is strong enough to fight the evil forces of canon! (Oh god, I want to write a meta of your meta... :P )
27th-Mar-2012 01:30 pm (UTC)
Hee. And it was all going so well for her too.
28th-Mar-2012 01:03 am (UTC)
I hereby offer you the "Versatile Blogger" award, for your skill in writing so clever Sherlock fanfiction :)
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11th-Apr-2012 03:50 am (UTC)
OH GOSH.

Unquestionably brilliant.
14th-Apr-2012 07:07 pm (UTC)
This is brilliant!!!...I was utterly puzzled and just felt something was completely off until I saw "unrecognisable voice was repeatedly murmuring inside his brain, ‘Canon, canon, canon ...’"...at which point I was rolling and laughing so hysterically...
14th-Apr-2012 09:24 pm (UTC)
I'm so glad you stuck with it and didn't just click out when you felt it was 'off'. Glad you enjoyed it.
2nd-Aug-2012 03:50 am (UTC)
OMG This is hilarious. I realized what her name was right around the hedgehogs. A+!
13th-Aug-2012 04:13 am (UTC)
Wonderful!
29th-Aug-2012 04:41 am (UTC)
Hee! For once, I got all the jokes!! ^^ Very clever, and I enjoyed the shout-out to The Green Blade. Glad Sherlock exposed "the terrifying truth"!
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