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17 June 2013 @ 11:26 pm
FIC: Tech Support  
Title: Tech Support
Author: joonscribble
Fandom: Skyfall & Sherlock (BBC)
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Nothing really.
Disclaimer: I don't own a single person who appears or is even mentioned in this.
Summary: John gets to meet the 3rd Holmes.
Author's Note: This story is for awanderingbard. Our back and forth comments chat inspired this. It's a bit silly and was mainly an excuse to have a chance for Q and Mrs. Hudson to interact briefly. Sherlock is in a bad mood pretty much from start to finish so please excuse his behavior. In his defense, he hasn't slept in awhile. The song mentioned is this one. It seriously is annoying.

The sound of furious typing was the only noise to fill the living area of 221B. John listened from his armchair, his body too tense from hours of this to even bother trying to take a stab at reading the paper he was currently holding up. The typing sounds were interrupted by a bark of triumph from Sherlock before he hit one last key.

From behind the paper, John braced himself.

Badgers, badgers, badgers, badgers, badgers, badgers, badgers, badgers, badgers, badgers…” the laptop sang out for what felt like the thousandth time in the last 72 hours.

“Of all the…work, damn you!”

John had a brief flashback to the Cluedo Incident of 2010 as Sherlock looked ready to drive his fist into the laptop before taking a gun to it. However, given that it held the only hope of some scrap of evidence in their case, John reasoned that Sherlock would spare its life. For now.

Procuring the laptop had been the first break they’d gotten since this whole investigation had started. Sherlock had been gleefully confident that he would have everything wrapped up in an hour’s time. That had been on Thursday. It was now Saturday. For all his efforts, the only thing Sherlock had to show for them was a laptop that refused him access and had disabled its own volume control, leaving them to listen to a song about badgers and mushrooms for every time the password remained unsolved.

John ventured looking out over his paper when the song finished to see Sherlock hunched over the device, a somewhat frightening look of murder in his eyes. He was pretty sure Sherlock hadn’t slept since the laptop had been opened.

“Sherlock, maybe you should take a break,” he ventured.

Sherlock’s gaze snapped to him, looking manic. “A break?” he repeated, sounding as if John had suggested some unholy act. But whatever tirade he had planned was interrupted by the sound of the front door buzzer going off twice.

“Finally,” Sherlock spat out. He hardly looked relieved but certainly less murderous which John supposed was a start. “Get that. Hurry!”

At the door was a young man in glasses holding what looked like a box from a bakery. John was certain he’d never seen him before, though oddly at the same time he seemed incredibly familiar.

“Hello,” the arrival greeted. “You must be John Watson.”

“Yes, and you are?”

From upstairs came the familiar tune, accompanied by a shout of frustration from Sherlock.

The young man briefly smiled. “Tech support.”


Q watched as the cartoon badgers flapped their arms in unison on screen.

“That’s very irritating,” he observed.

Sherlock raised his head from the table to glare at him. “Exactly. Eureka. Case solved.”

“Glad to be of service,” Q returned. Unslinging his bag, he took a seat in front of the laptop as the song finally finished out.

“I need to see what’s on that laptop.”

“The Badger Song, apparently.”

“Just get me in there!”

“Going on day 3 now without sleep, are we?” guessed Q, obligingly typing.

“Shut up and work.”

John watched the exchange, not bothering to hide his amusement. “Didn’t know you had another brother,” he commented.

“Why would that be something you would know?” Sherlock snapped. “Although with more refined observation, or in your case any observation, you would have been able to deduce it.”

Q snorted. “That’s a lie,” he stated. “There’s no evidence whatsoever.” He directed the last comment to John with a somewhat conspiratorial smile.

“Does Q stand for something?” John asked.

“It does,” Q confirmed, pleasantly.

No further elucidation seemed to be forthcoming.


Given Sherlock and Mycroft, John reasoned that perhaps Q stood for a name too bizarre or embarrassing to share.

“You won’t be able to access anything on the laptop itself,” Q said to Sherlock after some investigating. “There are a few million lines of code standing in your way.”

John half expected Sherlock to fetch his firearm but instead the detective merely nodded. “Break them.”

“It’ll take hours.”


Q raised an eyebrow. “I have an actual job, Sherlock. One that requires me to work during work hours.”

“Oh, please. The warlords in Syria can wait,” Sherlock dismissed, irritably.

“Uh, sorry,” interrupted John. “What is it exactly that you do?”

“IT desk,” snapped Sherlock before Q could answer. “We’re wasting time! Start the-“

“Woo hoo.”

Sherlock groaned at the knock accompanying the familiar call. “Oh for-“

“Hello, dear!” Mrs. Hudson greeted Q who got up from his chair. “I thought I heard your voice.”

“Mrs. Hudson,” Q replied with a happy smile before returning the hug she enveloped him in.

John stared, the voice of David Attenborough narrating the entire sequence in his mind, “And here we have a Holmes, showing a most unexpected display of affection. Quite rare, to say the least!”

“Go away,” Sherlock ordered.

Ignoring the comment, Q handed over the bakery box from earlier, “For you, Mrs. Hudson.”  The strings fell away to reveal rows of mini cakes.

"Oh, Victoria Sponge, my favorite," she beamed, clearly touched. "How thoughtful. I'll set these out for tea then, shall I? Earl Grey for you?"

“Yes, please.”

"I didn't have you come here for a tea party!" Sherlock practically shouted.

“Don’t fuss, dear,” Mrs. Hudson scolded, mildly. John barely managed to stop the laughter from bursting out from his mouth. “You carry on with your work, I'll bring the tea up when it's ready," she offered.

Sherlock impatiently waved her off. "And accompanied by silence would be most appreciated, thank you," he said, managing to sound a perfect blend of condescending and ungrateful.

"Don't trouble yourself," insisted Q. "We'll come downstairs."

"We'll WHAT?!"

"Sherlock, she's not here to wait on us," Q chided.

Mrs. Hudson laughed at that. "I'm always telling him I'm not his housekeeper."

“Fine, John will fetch it.”

“Not the housekeeper either,” John noted.

"How much longer must this go on?" demanded Sherlock.


An hour later the only sound in the living area of 221B was again that of typing, though at a less manic level.

No return of the Badger Song so far.

From the couch, John bit into a Victoria Sponge as he watched the youngest Holmes work. The sporadic pauses to sip the cup of tea (ultimately provided by Mrs. Hudson) next to him had dwindled away, the drink now cooling as Q’s fingers flew over the keys without stopping. John could definitely see the family resemblance now.

“Your brother seems nice,” John commented to Sherlock who was pacing impatiently back and forth.


“He has manners and everything.”

“Our parents doted on him.”

“And that explains why he has social skills?” John queried.

Sherlock continued to pace, his hand waving a dismissive gesture, “Conditioned him to the idea of polite interactions as pleasant. Social encounters as a desirable end result.”

“Yeah,” John agreed with mock gravity. “Practically child abuse.” He took another bite of the cake and chewed thoughtfully. “So… you’re a middle child.”

Sherlock stopped in his pacing at the tone to look down where John sat with a grin. “What?” he demanded.

“Nothing,” John answered. “Just a few hundred jigsaw pieces fell into place, that’s all.”


quickyfant: smilequickyfant on June 18th, 2013 03:48 am (UTC)
John stared, the voice of David Attenborough narrating the entire sequence in his mind, “And here we have a Holmes, showing a most unexpected display of affection. Quite rare, to say the least!”
I had to laugh so much at this! :) A rare specimen, the polite Holmes!

And the talk about middle child brought me to the talk about order of children in Hannibal, Beverly is the best! And yes I had to mention Hannibal since it ate my brain! ;)
formerly lifeinsomniac: DresdenGuardianjoonscribble on June 18th, 2013 10:08 pm (UTC)
Hannibal is taking over! :D

I grew to love Beverly. At first I wasn't a fan but by halfway through the season she was my 3rd favorite character.
The Writer They Call Tay: SHERLOCK: Mrs Hudson hugglesawanderingbard on June 18th, 2013 05:23 am (UTC)
Omg, there is nothing about this that is not brilliant! Everything is so perfect, and all the interactions are spot on and the voices are great, and man, I miss your stories! I love how clean and flowing they are while still conveying everything. I love this! Thanks for writing it!

formerly lifeinsomniac: SherlockChaseScenejoonscribble on June 18th, 2013 10:09 pm (UTC)
Yay! I'm glad you enjoyed it! Thanks for the sudden inspiration via comments. It felt nice to be able to actually post a fic.
The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on June 19th, 2013 02:06 pm (UTC)
I'm very glad you were inspired! I hope your word fairy sticks around. :-)
aelfgyfu_mead: Sherlock and Johnaelfgyfu_mead on June 18th, 2013 12:36 pm (UTC)
Hee hee! “Practically child abuse.” In the Holmes family, apparently so.

"Tech support."

Q handles it all very well.
formerly lifeinsomniac: SherlockChaseScenejoonscribble on June 18th, 2013 10:11 pm (UTC)
In the Holmes family, apparently so.

"Where did they force you to be polite to someone? Where? Show me on the dollhouse."

Q handles it all very well.

Years of practice with having Sherlock and Mycroft as older brothers.