How Do You Live?

Title: When All the Stars Were Falling
Characters: Ianto, Jack, James
Rated: PG-13 ANGST MPREG AU
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Ianto and James bond over their pasts.
Author's Note: This has nothing to do with Iefan or Knocked Up or their stories. Starts after Exit Wounds. This is a crossover with Pirates of the Caribbean. Okay, I admit it. This is a fix-it fic for Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End Yay, Norrington!

Previous Chapter: Brave New World

Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/140297.html

( How Do You Live? )

Sherlock Holmes

In an instant (Killer Evans) had whisked out a revolver from his breast and had fired two shots. I felt a sudden hot sear as if a red-hot iron had been pressed to my thigh. There was a crash as Holmes's pistol came down on the man's head. I had a vision of him sprawling upon the floor with blood running down his face while Holmes rummaged him for weapons. Then my friend's wiry arms were round me, and he was leading me to a chair.

"You're not hurt, Watson? For God's sake, say that you are not hurt!"

It was worth a wound - it was worth many wounds - to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind the cold mask. The clear, hard eyes were dimmed for a moment, and the firm lips were shaking. For the one and only time I caught a glimpse of a great heart as well as of a great brain. All my years of humble but single-minded service culminated in that moment of revelation.

"It's nothing, Holmes. It's a mere scratch."

He had ripped up my trousers with his pocket knife.

"You are right," he cried with an immense sigh of relief. "It is quite superficial." His face set like flint as he glared at our prisoner, who was sitting up with a dazed face. "By the Lord, it is as well for you. If you had killed Watson, you would not have got out of this room alive. Now, sir, what have you got to say for yourself?"

Aww, I thought Watson showed another side to him in previous stories, like with the baby. Still, it's one of the best scenes in the whole series.

Yes, Sherlock speaks like Robert Downey, Jr. in my head and Watson like Jude Law.

Sherlock Holmes Finished

"One likes to think that there is some fantastic limbo for the children of imagination, some strange, impossible place where the beaux of Fielding may still make love to the belles of Richardson, where Scott's heroes still may strut, Dickens's delightful Cockneys still raise a laugh, and Thackeray's worldlings continue to carry on their reprehensible careers. Perhaps in some humble corner of such a Valhalla, Sherlock and his Watson may for a time find a place, while some more astute sleuth with some even less astute comrade may fill the stage which they have vacated."

Oh, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, we DO have such a place now and it has a name!

fanfic

However, it's always sad to spend more than 500 pages with a person and then have them taken away. I think it's time to watch that tv series everyone keeps mentioning.