Blue Moon

[prettybirdy979]

Titles: Blue Moon
Setting: BBC! Sherlock
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: John, Sherlock, Lestrade
Genre/Warnings: Angst, Drama, Supernatural
Summary:  Lestrade never knew a walk at night could be so dangerous...or would help solve part of the mystery that is Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson. Eleventh in the Witch Verse. 
Written as part of NaNoWriMo... And for a prompt from mystroth and zed from fanfiction.net Betaed by grinnyp  Thanks!

I'm still looking for prompts!!!!!!! Pretty please.


Serires starts Here

 

 

Geoff Lestrade was used to Sherlock being mysterious. In fact, he expected it, mysterious having been Sherlock’s default state when dealing with the Yard. He seemed to adore the big reveal, ignoring the fact that holding out while he left everyone else in the dark made him look very arrogant. And Geoff was even used to the frustration that came with the mystery.

Then John Watson came along and the mystery, instead of lessening as expected, grew even deeper.

Before, Geoff had only been involved in two cases Sherlock couldn’t solve. One because everyone refused to tell the truth and Sherlock had refused to help after the fifth interview and the other because there was next to no evidence a crime had been committed other than a dead girl. And even Sherlock needed data in order to be able to solve a crime.

But now… well it seemed every other case had some form of conundrum Sherlock couldn’t immediately solve. And the biggest mystery of all was the fact that Sherlock didn’t seem to care. It was like…like he had information the police didn’t and with that he solved the cases.

And he didn’t bother to tell them how or why.

Geoff was desperate to find out Sherlock’s secrets...he just wasn’t quite ready for them when he did find them. 

******** 

‘And where are you going now?!’ Lestrade’s girlfriend, Joyce, screamed.

‘Out. I’ll be back later.’ Geoff said quietly, resigned to what was coming next. He pulled his coat back on, as he had barely had time to take it off and grabbed his keys.

‘Well, don’t expect me to still be here when you get back!’ With that, she slammed the door behind him. Geoff sighed. This whole dating thing had been so much easier with Debbie...but that had been years ago before Geoff was as involved in his job as he was now. He slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out the wedding ring he always wore when Joyce wasn’t around. She had hated any reminder of Geoff’s dead wife, including his children who, luckily, were staying with their grandmother for the holidays.

A door slammed nearby, startling Geoff out of his thoughts. He looked around and realised he wasn’t very familiar with this part of London. I must have gone further than I thought and been out for a while. I had better head back. Geoff turned around but as he did he swore he saw something move in the corner of his eye.

But when he turned to look, there was no one there.

Shaking his head, he started to make his way home. He had gone two blocks, when another door slammed startling him. Shaking it off as a coincidence he did speed up, ignoring the way the shadows seemed to get darker.

He glanced upwards and noticed that it was a cloudless night, and he could clearly see the full moon in the sky. Remembering the patterns of years of policing, he sped up even more. All the crazies came out on full moons… and he couldn’t shake the feeling of being followed.

He decided to take action. He made a sudden, quick turn right down one street, then another quick turn left. As he did, he saw something big behind him, increasing its pace with every turn.

Geoff began to run. So did it.

He broke into a full on sprint, dashing down alleyways and up deserted streets. He could hear heavy steps behind him, getting closer with every minute that passed. He was hopelessly lost now, taking turns with no care as to where he was going.

Then he made another turn and found himself at a park. Knowing his only advantage seemed to lay in quick turns, Geoff made to sprint across the park. He could hear the steps getting closer and he knew he was doomed…

Just then, something hit him from the side, forcing him to the ground. He hit hard but just in time as something huge and hairy flew over him and rolled with the momentum of its missed tackle. It stopped a few metres away and Geoff’s eyes widened as he realised it was a wolf, but one far larger than he ever thought was possible. It got its feet under it, and Geoff realised it wasn’t quite a wolf…most wolves don’t have human legs. Or hand like paws, and glowing yellow eyes.

Werewolf…but that’s…that’s…impossible. He heard his rescuer swear softly beside him as the man got to his feet. The voice was familiar, though the words weren’t.

Sherlock after all, never swore. It was far too common for him and would only lower him to the same level as all the idiots of the world.

The wolf growled and Sherlock repeated the word. Geoff’s eyes were wide and he was sure his jaw was about to drop off. The wolf…werewolf hadn’t moved. Instead it was staring at Sherlock, who hadn’t dropped his gaze and was staring right back.

‘John anytime soon would be handy.’ He said softly, causing Geoff to start to look around for the man.

‘Don’t move Inspector. Whatever happens, do not get up.’ Sherlock said sharply but quietly. Geoff froze and Sherlock smiled grimly.

‘What…what is it?’ Geoff asked, still shocked.

‘You already know, Inspector. John, anytime soon. The wolf is about to charge.’

‘Count of three.’ The disembodied voice of John Watson said. ‘You know the plan?’

Sherlock just briefly glared at a place in the grass a few feet away before returning his gaze to the werewolf.

‘Five…Forty Seven…Sixteen…Twenty Nine…Fifty…Three!’ John clearly either needed counting lessons or he and Sherlock had invented their own form of counting between themselves. Judging by the amount of times they had been kidnapped and had rescued themselves, it was probably the latter.

Sherlock suddenly turned and began to sprint for the park exit. The werewolf gave chase, clearly glad to have a moving target. For two seconds, Geoff could not see the idea in the plan.

Then John appeared out of thin air beside him and threw a fireball at the werewolf. The flames hit right on the tail and John flinched at clearly having missed. But it did turn the werewolf around, so now Sherlock was safe and it was heading right for them.

John swore with the creativity of a soldier and began muttering rapidly under his breath. Something silver appeared in his hand but it was too late to fire or throw anything, the werewolf was too close.

Swearing again, he muttered something else and grabbed Geoff’s coat. Then froze as the werewolf was right on them.

Suddenly it seemed a little lost. It was looking around like they had disappeared, before it was lifting its nose and taking great big sniffs. But after the third sniff, it still seemed confused.

It’s like it doesn’t know where we are…like we just disappeared. But that’s not possible as I’m still h…oh. Geoff finally noticed that he couldn’t see his hands, instead seeing the grass beneath them.

He felt John start to rise behind him, pulling at the back of his coat like he wanted him to move with him. Geoff slowly followed taking a few steps backwards when he regained his feet. From this new vantage point he could see behind the werewolf to where Sherlock was clearly trying to get closer with something that reflected the moonlight.

The item suddenly lifted out of Sherlock’s hand, and floated towards them. Sherlock froze, then nodded and then John moved behind Geoff. He made some sort of throwing motion and Geoff found his eyes watching a newly appeared gun sail through the air towards Sherlock’s waiting hands. It stopped just before them and Sherlock snatched the gun of the air. He fired six shots at the werewolf and it jerked, yelping as it collapsed. It lay there making sad, pitiful noises.

Geoff felt the hand holding him let go and John appeared in front of him, gesturing for the gun. Sherlock walked over and passed it over whereupon John shot the werewolf straight through the head, ignoring Geoff’s gasp of shock.

‘Well that went well, didn’t it?’ Sherlock said smiling. Geoff couldn’t take anymore. He felt the blackness engulf him even as he saw John roll his eyes at Sherlock.

 ********

 ‘Do you think we could pretend this didn’t happen?’ A voice spoke over Geoff’s head.

‘He may not be very intelligent John, but I do not believe him to be that stupid.’ A second voice said, full of disdain. ‘Besides he is coming around now, and no doubt has heard the end of our conversation and is very confused.’

Geoff groaned as he recognised both the voice and the tone being used. He opened his eyes to see John leaning over him looking concerned while Sherlock was also leaning over Geff, looking bored.

‘Alright there Detective Inspector?’

Geoff sat up. ‘I’m fine…what hap…oh.’ He went silent, having spotted the corpse of the werewolf still laying where it had fallen. ‘Won’t someone notice that?’

‘Don’t worry, someone will clear it up.’ John said unconcerned.

Sherlock frowned. ‘Someone will? I don’t recall you mentioning that when we began our hunt.’

‘I meant your brother. He said he often cleans up magical messes, I’m sure this counts.’ Sherlock looked with a disgusted look which slowly turned into a smile as an idea occurred to him.

‘No. Whatever you are smiling about you are not doing.’ John suddenly snapped.

‘But John, you don’t know what I want to do.’

‘And I don’t want to. I know you, whenever you smile that like I either end up with body parts in my kitchen, poisons in the living room or a very pissed off Cat. You are not doing whatever it is you are thinking of.’

Sherlock was about to argue, when a howl broke though the quiet of the night. Geoff jumped. ‘What’s that?!’

‘Probably one of this wolf’s pack…come on, we had better go.’ John said, offering Geoff his hand.

‘Why? We got this one, we can handle another one. The Game is on, John! You don’t go back to the flat during a Game.’ Sherlock sounded like a child who was having its favourite toy taken away.

‘Trust me Sherlock, one werewolf is nothing compared to the angry pack on the way. I promise we’ll pick the Game up next month, right now we need to move!’ John grabbed Sherlock’s arm and began to drag him.

As the next howl came from a location very close the trio began to run.

********

 By unspoken agreement they ended up at 221B Baker Street. Well, Sherlock had started to head towards Geoff’s home, but then he turned and hailed a taxi giving it their address. Sherlock had looked him over, realised he wanted answers and motioned at John to get in. John hadn’t stopped looking nervous since.

When they had reached their home, John had gone to see Mrs Hudson while Sherlock led Geoff up to the flat. Once there he had flopped down on the sofa and begun to stare Lestrade down.

Then John had walked into the flat, a real life dragon in his arms. Geoff’s jaw dropped and the little creature jumped out of John’s arm and flapped up out of sight.

‘Don’t worry. He knows so you don’t have to hide… Cat.’ John smiled humourlessly at Geoff. ‘Sorry, he’s not normally shy.’ John shrugged and sat down in his chair.

 ‘So…werewolves? Are they like…’ Geoff began to ask.

‘The ones in the movies?’ John cut in. ‘Sort of.’ Sherlock huffed, clearly having heard this before.

‘What do you mean by sort of?’

‘Well most movies show werewolves as being people who turn into wolves once a month but are normal the rest of the time.’

‘And that’s not true?’

‘Not really. Being a werewolf is a death sentence.’

Geoff was shocked. ‘How?’

‘It drives you insane. The wolf mind and soul starts to fight with yours and within four moons you are clinically insane. By the sixth moon you’re a monster, with nothing remaining of your personality. It’s a true curse.’ 

Geoff was silent for a moment, thinking over what had been said. ‘So that thing tonight…’

‘Was a monster in every sense. Really, it was a mercy to kill a werewolf knowing the kind of existence they lead.’

‘And how did you kill it? Where did that gun come from?’ Geoff finally asked the question that had been nagging him since the attack. ‘And…why were you two even there?’

Sherlock finally sat up and re-entered the conversation. ‘Come on Lestrade, surely you know the answer to your last question.’ He sneered.

Geoff thought for a moment, and then remembered Sherlock and John’s fight as they left the park. ‘…for fun? You guys were hunting that werewolf for fun?!’

‘Of course. It’s as good as hunting a criminal, except much less predictable. Werewolves have no motive, no pattern after all.’ Sherlock grinned.

John rolled his eyes. ‘Yes they are so much fun. Until they try to rip your throat out.’

Sherlock opened his mouth to argue but Geoff cut him off. ‘You still didn’t answer my question. Where did the gun come from?’

John sighs. ‘I conjured it. Silver bullets are the only way to kill a werewolf.’

Geoff blinks again. He has the feeling he’s missed something in that statement. ‘You…what?’

Sherlock answered this time, in his usual mocking tone. ‘Conjured. Created out of thin air. Made appear. Come on Inspector, I know even you aren’t that much of an idiot.’

Geoff thought Sherlock might have just complimented him in his usual Sherlock manner but he was still trying to grasp what they meant by conjured. ‘You mean, you used something to make a gun appear out of nowhere.’

‘Magic, Inspector. I’m…I’m a witch.’ John said seriously.

There was silence in the room for a moment. Then Geoff burst into laughter.

John looked slightly hurt. ‘Why are you laughing?’

‘Isn’t it obvious?’ Sherlock snapped. ‘He believes the stereotype shown in today’s pop culture that witches are young, attractive females. As you are none of those things, you can’t possibly be a witch.’

‘Thanks.’ John deadpanned. Sherlock looked confused at the tone. He was clearly unaware he had just insulted John indirectly.

‘Wait, you’re serious?’ Geoff asked.

‘No Inspector. I just go around telling people I’m a witch for kicks.’ Ouch, thought Geoff. Clearly John has picked up some of Sherlock’s sarcasm. Not exactly the best habit to pick up.

‘You really think you are a witch?’ Geoff double checked.

John didn’t answer, rolling his eyes. Then his gaze zoomed in on the minor cut on Geoff’s hand that he had gotten some time during that nightmarish fight.

‘When did you get that?’ he asked.

‘Not sure…probably when Sherlock tackled me…why did you tackle me?’ Geoff turned to look at Sherlock.

‘Simple. You were about to become a werewolf. I merely acted to prevent another creature existing.’ Sherlock was glaring at John, daring him to contradict his statement.

But John only had eyes for the injury. ‘Give it here.’ He held out his hand for Geoff’s. Confused Geoff gave it to him.

‘It’s not that bad John.’

John smiled. ‘I know, but it will help prove my point.’ With that, he focused his attention on the policeman’s hand. He placed his left hand over the wound and to Geoff’s shock, his hand began to glow with a golden colour.

When he removed the hand, the wound was gone, as was any sign it had ever been there. Geoff turned his hand over and over in shock. When he raised his eyes to look at John, they were wide once again.

‘You…you’re…’

‘A witch.’ Sherlock supplied. Geoff sat still trying to process this.

‘So all the odd crime scenes and incidents recently…they have involved…what witches?’

‘Or magic. There is a difference.’ John explained.

Geoff gave John a searching look, and then quickly glanced at Sherlock and back again. ‘I know.’ Said John. ‘Sherlock acts much more like a witch then I do. If I didn’t know better, I would think he was a witch, what with knowing everything by looking at nothing.’

Sherlock smirked. Cat chose that moment to reappear, throwing himself across the room at Sherlock, who deflected him with a pillow. The little dragon ended up in a heap on the ground, eyes wide and looking up, pouting with a slight whimper.

John tried to hide his amusement but failed. Cat saw it, and with a huff turned to leave the room. He had his head held high, trying to act dignified. This was ruined when he tripped over his own feet and ended up in another heap on the floor.

John burst out laughing and Sherlock joined in after a moment. It was brief, but the fact it had happened shocked Geoff to the core.

He chose that moment to leave quietly.

 ********

Geoff made up his mind that while he didn’t want to get involved in any way in John’s magical world like Sherlock had, he was willing to help. So he began to run interference for them, giving the pair free run of odd crime scenes, passing on weird cases and bailing them out whenever they got caught for trespassing or some other minor offences which never seemed to go to court. To be fair, he had done this before so it really wasn’t all that different.

And if that one time when he had had the kids with him at the station while he called in for a moment to talk to Sherlock about limits he had seen John entertain his kids with a few magic tricks that were impossible to do…well, he just made a note that John was an awesome babysitter.



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Comments

[blackbirdblade.livejournal.com]

Another great one, I always look forward to reading these.

[prettybirdy979.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you like the series! =D

[mremre.livejournal.com]

I DID NOT KNOW this series is parts of a NaNo. This means there is LOTS AND LOTS out there. YAY!

[prettybirdy979.livejournal.com]

It's not the only thing I'm writing for it but yes... there is alot of it. =D

Thanks for the comment

Prompt ideas

[trillsabells.livejournal.com]

Um... How about John and Sherlock come face to face with another witch. Possibly a bad witch (a criminal witch maybe) or even just an ex-girlfriend...

Or something happens to deplete John's powers. Moriarty finds his kryponyte (is that how you spell it?) as it were, possibly, maybe...

...sorry am clearly not very good at this. Love this series and looking forward to more!

Re: Prompt ideas

[prettybirdy979.livejournal.com]

That's okay. Those are awesome prompts!

Thanks for commenting! =D

[catgirlpoison.livejournal.com]

I love this series. Lestrade knows now, I'm so glad.

[prettybirdy979.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I'm glad you liked it.

[mystroth.livejournal.com]

LMAO! Noticed a few weirdly structured sentences but ignored it in favor of reading. Other than that *giggles at the thought of babysitter!John* Maybe you could write that one up, the babysitter!John I mean. Something much more ordinary. Update soon~

Oh yes, there's a line in [square brackets]. I think it was a note from your beta and you forgot to edit it out or something :/

[prettybirdy979.livejournal.com]

...bugger. I thought I got all of those. :/ Thanks for pointing that out.

Thanks for reading! I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[theatervine.livejournal.com]

Awww, I do love our DI and this is pretty much exactly how he'd react. More please!

[prettybirdy979.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I'm happy I got him in character.

[caliena.livejournal.com]

It reminds me even more of Charmed now XD
I love Lestrade's reaction and curse you, Sherlock, for insulting your witchy witch >.<

Oh, prompt: There is a teenage witch who isn't very good with her/his power and she/he has heard sooooooooo much about John and decides that he/she is a much better companion for John than Sherlock is :D

[prettybirdy979.livejournal.com]

Just a little... =)

He is a little silly.

Thanks for the prompt and the comment!

[elgraves.livejournal.com]

"John was an awesome babysitter"

*giggle* I am picturing Lestrade asking John to babysit. I really enjoy this series. I can't think of anything right now, but if I think of a prompt I will let you know.

[prettybirdy979.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I'm glad you liked it!

[zillymilly.livejournal.com]

This is so much fun! I really enjoy that John defies so many stereotypes and how pissed he gets whenever people think them to be the truth..hehe, and that the magical world is something Sherlock cannot always understand with logic means that he'll *really* never get bored with John around (although that means more werewolf hunting for them, poor John :P) and I love your all-knowing!Mycroft, (is Anthea a Witch, you think? :P)

Have you thought of doing something with a Blue or Black Moon? I'm still a little foggy from waking up (oh wow, just looked up and realized what the title of this fic was, haha--I'd be more embarrassed if I had some caffeine in my system) so forgive my strange prompting--but maybe you could have Cat acting oddly (sounds cracky! but almost like in heat or something) because of a moon phase or odd astrological phenomenon (Sherlock can now do more than appreciate the beauty of the celestial world-it just got more interesting) and John acting not so normal himself, but this is another of those "do not discuss with the non-magic folk" situations.. idk, it made me giggle to think of, so even if you don't appreciate the prompt I hope you at least got a decent laugh out of it :P (ie--John in heat) hehehe..

Anyway, got to get back to RL for a bit.. thanks for the read, I look forward to more! ^^

[prettybirdy979.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Yup. Until John mentions the vampires... they're much more fun to hunt. =P

Possibly. She's not very open about it. It would explain why Mycroft brought into the sterotype.

Thanks for the prompt! (Don't worry, I don't function well in the morning either and my dislike of coffee and lack of tea and hot chocolate makes me very foggy =D)

More may be a while in coming, but I'll make very effort to get it up soon.

Thank you for reading.