prettybirdy979 | Burning Hearts 1/?

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Burning Hearts 1/?

Title: Burning Hearts
Fandom: Cabin Pressure, Sherlock
Gene: Crossover, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Mys Fluff
Character/s: Sherlock, Martin, Mycroft, John, Douglas, Carolyn, Arthur, Lestrade, Moriarty, OCs and other minor Sherlock characters
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Round Two. Only this time, the stakes have changed... and so have the players.
Warnings: Violence. Bit of foul language. Spoiler for The Great Game.
Notes: Sequel to Thicker than Water. Reading that first will help understanding this fic. I'm in the middle of exams, but should have the next chapter up in a week or so.

Thanks to Fifi for her betaing.

Moriarty was the sort of organisation who didn’t need to offer a lot of money to get a job done. It could offer a thousand pounds for a job that would cost others ten times that and have a line of people looking to do it. If you got asked to do a job for Moriarty, you did it; no regard to the small amount of money you got paid. Especially if the job was a dangerous or deadly one.

So for Moriarty to offering half a million quid for this job it had to be a near impossible job. But that had never bothered Billy; he had always had more ambition than sense. It’s how he ended up here, leader of a bunch of idiots who had no real idea of what they were doing.

“Got ‘em Billy.” A voice spoke into his ear piece. Billy hissed at the use of his name, and he heard the flinch on the other end. “Boss, sorry, Boss. Found his escort, just where you said. Disposed of the bodies in a hangar.”

Corey is good at his job, if nothing else, Billy thought as he made his way towards the last location they had sighted their target. “How many?” he asked.

“Two. One man in a suit, security I think. And a woman with a blackberry- most likely his assistant.”

“Both dead?” Billy asked as he slipped into another hangar. He could hear indistinct voices arguing inside and he moved quietly towards them.

“Both…both neutralised.” Before Billy can ask what he meant, he drew close enough to the voices to make them out. He ducked behind a parked plane and noted the tall, dark haired man with an umbrella. He could not see the other man.

“I don’t care why you’re here Mycroft. Just leave.” Gotcha! Billy thought. Confirmation of their target’s position is what he had been waiting for. A quick press of a button and a mass text is sent- the signal for the next stage of their plan.

Billy kept half an ear on the conversation even as he ordered his five men into position.

“I do not understand why you are here. Martin doesn’t-“

“Don’t finish that sentence, Mycroft. Not if you know what’s good for you.” The man snapped.

There was a pause, as Mycroft waited for the man to calm down. “No offence meant. Now, I believe you are the only one with the abilities to aid me. I appear to be...unable to understand his mindset.”

“An understatement. Mycroft I’m-“ It is at this moment Billy pulled his gun and stepped into sight, halting the conversation. Mycroft blinks once, and then his face was blank. The other man, who Billy could see for the first time, had a look of complete surprise before he too blinks it away, but not as well as Mycroft.

He was familiar, in a way Billy could not place. “Hello, Mycroft Holmes.” He says, pointing the gun at Mycroft. Mycroft gave the gun a disdainful glance before he looked Billy up and down.

“Oh, how dull. Moriarty, I presume? I did realise I would have to deal with him in the end, but really?” Billy grimaced but tightened his hold on the gun. The other man flinched and dropped his hand to his pocket.

“Don’t move! I will shoot you. I only need him.”

The man blinked; his expression identical to that of Mycroft’s for a moment and it was then his identity clicked in Billy’s head. Even as Billy made the connection, the man spoke, confirming his thoughts. “But, that’s not a gun. Not a real gun anyway. I do know a gun when I see one.”

Billy smiled. The face behind Moriarty is unknown, but they all know his adversary. He is the safest man in London, on pain of death- it pays to know his face. “Sherlock Holmes I presume? Pleasure. I wonder how much you’re worth?” Sherlock looks at Billy like he has lost his mind for a second before his expression changed.

“Yes… I am Sherlock…” He ignored Mycroft’s glare, which confused Billy but he shook it off. His mind was racing, filled with ways to turn this to his advantage. Mycroft Holmes is worth half a million; surely Sherlock is worth twice that. And they did have two cars; Corey’s old man’s car and the van- some old thing they stole from a removalist with a funny name yesterday.

Billy’s smile widened. Mycroft narrowed his eyes, and then raising his umbrella he thumps the man coming up behind him over the head with it. Poor Fred, he’s never going to live that down, thinks Billy as Sherlock half turns in time to see the other man with the very real knife behind him. He only just ducks in time to avoid being stabbed. He looks up with wide eyes at Corey, who is holding the bloodstained knife just above him.

“No! Take them both; he’s worth twice as much as the target.” Corey hesitates for a moment, and Mycroft uses that second to slice at his legs with the sword that has appeared out of nowhere. The umbrella is a sword. A fucking umbrella sword. Billy curses as he waves in Brad and Todd to help. Corey drops to the ground, cursing.

“Run!” Mycroft yells at Sherlock. Bewildered, Sherlock stares at his brother while mouthing the word. “Run!” Mycroft screams again, shoving at his brother to get him moving while moving to stand between him and Billy’s other two men.

Billy frowns and drops the lighter in his hand, while drawing his own knife. He grabs Sherlock as he tries to get past, twisting one hand behind his back and placing his knife at the shorter man’s throat.

“Unless you wish for your younger brother to die, I advise you to put the sword down Mycroft Holmes.” Mycroft freezes, his sword at Brad’s heart. He meets Billy’s eyes and then Sherlock’s. To Billy’s surprise, Sherlock is shaking his head slightly, telling him not to do it. Billy tightens his grip on Sherlock’s throat and the shaking stops. A drop of blood runs down Billy’s hand.

Mycroft considers it for a moment, before dropping the sword and stepping back. Brad stays frozen for a second before Billy’s nod has him moving to secure Mycroft. Todd comes up behind with the chloroform soaked handkerchief and without a struggle Mycroft is knocked out. Sherlock’s eyes are wide with fear as Todd does the same to him.

“Call Jack. Get him to bring the van around. We’re out of here in three minutes.” Corey is still bleeding on the hanger floor. Billy thinks for a second about leaving him, but that would be much evidence. The blood is mostly under a plane, they won’t notice it until the plane, GERTI or something, is moved. “Grab Corey too.”

Between the four of them they manage to get the two men, a dopey Fred and bleeding Corey into the van and car.

No one notices the mobile, half hidden under GERTI, still valiantly trying to send a text.

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EEEEEEEEEEEE!

Oh, yeah, that's articulate. Rolls eyes at self.

More plz plz plz? I love this 'verse.

Haha. =)

More is coming.. might be a bit delayed as I have exams but not too long.

Thanks for commenting!

Wait...what...I am confused. Was that Sherlock or Martin??

Hmm... not sure. I'll tell you later. =)

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Woooo! More, YAY! *camps out forever*

Glad to see you like it! =D

Feel free! Just watch for the budgies... they bite. =)

Thanks for commenting!

I bet it was Martin! This is brilliant! Did Martin secretly send the text, or Mycroft?

Really? Hmmm... It might have been. Might not have been. =)

I dunno. I'll have to figure that out before the next chapter I think! =D

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GAAAHHH!!! Martin or Sherlock???

One of the two, yeah. =)

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The umbrella is a sword

Fantastic!

Of course!

Thank you!

There's more to this verse!?!?!?! YAY!

Yup. A lot more, if my muse keeps going at the rate it going at!

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OMG......this one started off with bang..... Camps out for more.

Yup. I wanted to start with action. =)

Thanks for commenting! (Haha, camping is allowed but watch for the budgies- they bite.)

I think I read through that beginning dialogue ten times trying to decide if that was Martin, and why Mycroft would refer to him in the third person (my conclusion being faulty listeners; he might possibly have been calling him Martin and 'didn't' was the start of a new line. Or it was a quote but the first seems more likely) and then the entire chapter again because I could have sworn they referred to the assumed Sherlock as being dark haired...but only finding Mycroft's hair described.

So...either that is indeed Martin...or Sherlock is acting like his brother to throw them off (possibly to convince them he's more harmless than he is). Or it's Sherlock and you want all your readers to think it's Martin.

Whatever the truth, I've probably spent way too much time pondering it for this late at night/early in the morning. And I'm beyond thrilled that there is a sequel. Intriguing and ominous start.

=D I did mean to leave that open ended and those are good theories to help you decide which is which.. (by the way, it's "doesn't" not "didn't" if that helps...). No descriptions of the other man sorry! =)

Oh sorry.. didn't mean to do that to you.

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OMG! Martin or Sherlock? I can't wait for more! I love this crossover 'verse you've made.

One of them. =)

Thank you! I'm glad you've enjoyed it!

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SHIT SHIT SHIT

*FLAILS* D:

...=(?

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This is a "I'm very invested in your fic and the characters in it" cursing and flailing, which just goes to show that I adore the hell outta your work. SORRY, shoulda made that more clear. D:

Ah okay. I thought so, but don't like to assume... =)

Thanks for the kind words. =D

Just wanted to tell you that I read Thicker than water before I started listening to Cabin Pressure. Yesterday, I finally decided to start listening to it. It was great and I kept thinking to myself, "Oh, what was that fic called that had Martin as Sherlock's brother? Who wrote it again?" I could not remember and I was sad. I was thinking I would never find it. Then I come on here and BAM! Like some kind of posting from fanfiction angels, there you are with a new part. I liked it and I can't wait for more.

Glad to hear you've listened to Cabin Pressure! It's Brilliant! =)

Glad to be of service! =D I'm glad to hear you liked it.

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OH. MY. SAINTED. AUNT. MARTIN TO THE RESCUE, YES????

Thank you!

Maybe. XD

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Finally a chance for Mycoft to get things straightened out and for us readers to have some more of this awesome crossover. Oh and for Martin to show us his Kickass side, too. XD not that I am sure that is him pretending to be Sherlock, or a triple blind..
Yea!
Sits down and camps out for more...

Yup. Well... hopefully. Thanks for the kind words!

Maybe. =) Oh, it's one of those.

Sure! Watch for the budgies- they bite. =)

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Such a start!!!*0* And so very very intriguing!
Just when I was in need of some good Sherlock/Cabin Pressure, here you are, saving the day!!

Also, I really Loved the umbrella sword, this is soooooo Mycroft XD
Really can't wait to see more!

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed! =D

It is, isn't it? There's been a few other fics around with him having one, so it's not actually my idea... it is my head canon though. =)

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I swear, I thought it was over. I seriously was ready to crawl into one of John's stripy jumpers and wallow that I would never get to see what happened to poor old' Martin and Sherlock. But THIS has caused me to melt into a puddle of goo on the floor! Furthurmore, HOW could you do that to me?! Was it Martin or Sherlock?! Hmm? I just love it, though. Love, love, love. And I hope that in that twisted, beautiful mind of yours, you reprise the wonderful role of Planey. Oh, and John and Douglas and everyone, of course! ;D

Oh noes! Text, l'il mobile, text! :O

Well, I did say this wasn't leaving me alone... and it hasn't. =/

Oh noes! I hope you're okay! =)

One of them, yeah. Thank you. I'm glad to hear you do!

Of course! Planey will show up. =D

It's texting!

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Woot, woot!

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Thw Awwwing Anon Returns!

Yay for the return of the Awwwing Anon! =)