Burning Hearts 2/?
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prettybirdy979Title: 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.
Just posting this between exams... It was going to be one chapter, but got too long so there should be another chapter posted tomorrow- the second half of this.
Thanks to Fifi for her betaing.
Chapter One
“Douglas! What are you doing here?”
Douglas looked up from his desk. He had only sat down not two minutes ago, after being greeted by Arthur’s usual enthusiastic hug. Carolyn was standing in the doorway, looking at him in surprise.
“I was under the impression I worked here. That being here is what you pay me to do.” He drawled.
Carolyn waved her hand at him. “Yes, yes but why are you here now? You’re never early.”
“Carolyn, I am my usual forty-five minutes late. Which means I am on time. Why on Earth would you think I was early?”
“Because Martin isn’t here. He always beats you here; usually beats Arthur and me actually.” Halfway through speaking, Carolyn’s tone became concerned. So did Douglas, to be fair, his mind running through the worst case scenarios that Martin’s luck would attract with ease.
“You don’t think-“ Douglas started. He wasn’t sure how to finish his statement so he was glad when Carolyn interrupted him.
“I don’t know. He would call, I’m sure of it. But Martin is a grown man and I shouldn’t worry. At all.”
Douglas decided to lighten the mood. “It’s Martin, Carolyn. Think of the most embarrassing thing you can and something worse than that has happened to him. We’re on standby anyway; he can be late an hour or so.”
Carolyn nodded in agreement, but Douglas could see the doubt in her eyes. “If it makes you feel better, I can go by his place. Check he’s not slept through his alarm for you.” Douglas fished out his keys and stood as he spoke, coming to stand beside Carolyn in the doorway. He gave her a look, communicating his need for Martin’s address.
“It would be a relief, yes Douglas. Gods know when it happened, but somehow Martin became my other son- if you tell him that, I will kill you.” She said, glaring at Douglas while realising what he was waiting for. She turned to the filing cabinet.
“Never. It wouldn’t do for Martin to know that. Can you imagine the shade of red he would go? It would clash horribly with his red hair. Well, his old hair.” Douglas quickly fell back on humour as standby in emotional situations while trying to distract Carolyn from the thoughts that were running through his head.
“Yes, why did he dye his hair black? I missed that.” Carolyn asked while she searched for Martin’s personnel record to get his address.
“Apparently he was aiming for brown and misjudged the darkness of the dye he bought. Or the colour of his hair, I didn’t quite catch which through my laughter.” Douglas said.
Carolyn smiled affectionately while holding out the file to Douglas. “Idiot. How long will it last?”
“Hopefully a while. I always like having something to fall back if I ever run out of things to tease him about. Right, I should only be a little while. Bye.” Douglas walked out, leaving Carolyn clutching the file and hoping that her fears for Martin were just her being silly.
*******
“Well Martin, this is a surprise.” Douglas muttered as he pulled up to Martin’s address. It was one of the most run down of the student housing, a good deal further from the airport than Douglas thought Martin would be. He was careful to lock his Lexus before going in, though hopefully he wouldn’t be here long.
There was no doorbell. It took five minutes for someone to answer his knocking, by which point he was surprised the dead weren’t accompanying the man who opened the door.
“Hello?” the man said, sleepily blinking at Douglas.
“Ah, yes. I’m here for Martin Crieff.” The student blinked in confusion. “Hmm… let’s see. I’m here for the thirty odd year old pilot?”
“Oh! The guy in the attic. Sure, come in. Is he expecting you?” The door was opened fully, and Douglas could see that the run down state of the outside continued inside.
“Most likely. Would you mind showing me to his room?”
The man blinked again, before leading the way through the halls. Douglas took note on the way up of the lack of any other people. “Late night?” he commented.
“Yeah… I’m the only one likely to be awake before midday and that’s because I’ve work in a few hours. We don’t normally see the pilot, he’s ghost like. Gone before we wake up, and back while we’re out.”
Douglas hummed in agreement while pursing his lips. If I had known Martin had it this bad-
“Here we are. He’s up those stairs.” Douglas wasn’t sure if what was being pointed out counted as stairs but he didn’t comment. They were much steeper than usual, having clearly been added in as little space as possible and as cheaply as possible.
“Thank you.” He said curtly, as the student walked off. Douglas took a second to collect himself, before calling “Martin? You up there?” and climbing into Martin’s room.
As soon as he entered the room, he felt a blunt pain in his head as he hit it on the low beams. Swearing, he ducked down and moved further into the room. Looking round, he was a little surprised at what he saw.
Yes, the walls were covered in pictures of planes and there were a few model planes here and there. Douglas wasn’t surprised to see how little furniture there was: just the bed, a bookshelf and a small set of drawers. No, what surprised him were all the pictures in frames around the room. The drawers were covered in them, mostly ones of Martin and Sherlock or quite oddly, the MJN crew; though there were some of a family that included Martin (most likely his family other than Sherlock) and one of Sherlock and Martin as children with another older child who was clearly related to them. The bookshelf had flight manuals, and also had many other titles but Douglas was distracted by the bed before he could investigate them.
That was because the bed had a skull on it. Not a fake skull or an animal skull but a real human skull. Douglas found himself staring at it as it stared back, completely thrown by this new side of his captain.
However, it was quite clear this room was missing one important thing- a Martin. Clearly the man had left for work today, judging by the lack of uniform or Captain’s hat in the room.
Douglas turned to leave when he noticed the set of keys sitting amongst the pictures on the drawers. Curious, he picked them up recognising the car key for Martin’s van among them. He left his van key behind when he went to work…why?
Confused, Douglas jumped when his phone began to play Highway to Hell. Wondering why Carolyn was calling him, he set the keys down and answered.
“Hello?”
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Date: 2011-08-16 11:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-16 01:47 pm (UTC)Thanks for the comment!
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Date: 2011-08-16 01:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-16 01:57 pm (UTC)Yeah, I couldn't think of anything and then that came on- Perfect. =)
Thanks for commenting!
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Date: 2011-08-16 01:15 pm (UTC)Gods know when it happened, but somehow Martin became my other son
This rings so true! The description of Martin's room is wonderful. And "Highway to Hell" as the ringtone... LOL!
But OMG, MARTIN!!!! *bites nails* As usual, I can't wait for more.
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Date: 2011-08-16 01:59 pm (UTC)Yeah... It's how I see their relationship. =)
That's good! I wasn't sure if that room fitted him. Haha, a last minute inspirtion. =)
Well, more should be coming tomorrow in the second half of this chapter at which point you may hate me... =)
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Date: 2011-08-16 02:05 pm (UTC)More soon, I hope!
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Date: 2011-08-17 05:07 am (UTC)More up later tonight. Hopefully.
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Date: 2011-08-16 03:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-17 05:09 am (UTC)Thanks for commenting
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Date: 2011-08-16 05:36 pm (UTC)I love how you get their characterizations smack on.
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Date: 2011-08-17 05:10 am (UTC)More soon, so stop biting nails please. =)
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Date: 2011-08-17 01:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-17 05:11 am (UTC)Thanks for commenting!
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Date: 2011-08-17 08:32 am (UTC)And it's just going to get worse aaaaugh
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Date: 2011-08-17 08:34 am (UTC)Thanks for commenting!
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Date: 2011-08-18 12:59 am (UTC)*Ahem* I love it! It's suspenseful, and I can't wait to see what's going to happen to that deviously adorable duo! :D
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Date: 2011-08-18 04:39 am (UTC)Thank you! I'm glad you liked and thanks for commenting!
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Date: 2011-09-11 11:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-13 08:48 am (UTC)Thanks for commenting!