·Sherlock Holmes and khan's
"The East Wind"
Part 1 "CHAPTER 1"
Anthea knocked on the door of Mycroft's office in Vauxhall House and then opened the door. "Sir, the Doctor is here."
"Doctor?" Mycroft asked. "Doctor who?"
"THE Doctor, Sir."
Head of UNIT, Kate Stewart entered along with Sherlock. "What is this? I don't have time for your games today, Sherlock."
"It's no game, Mycroft. Time to get off your arse. The Khan Directive is now active," Sherlock said.
"How do you know about that?" Mycroft demanded.
"I wrote it, dear brother."
"You can't be serious."
"I assure you, he is," Kate Stewart told him.
Mycroft gave Sherlock an icy glare, "Stop this at once, Sherlock. This is beyond a joke," Mycroft told him angrily.
"I'm sorry, Mycroft. But this is no joke." Sherlock replied steadily.
"This sounds awfully fanciful, Sherlock. Are you high?" Mycroft asked in exasperation.
"The Doctor confirmed it," Kate said.
"Am I to understand that this happened right under my nose? How did this come to pass? Why on earth were you chosen?"
"Because he is Khan," the Doctor said as he stepped into the room. "The United Nations have many armageddon plans, Mr Holmes...and they
will do a fine job of saving the Earth and humankind, but this time I need to save my ancestors."
"This is all too much to take in." Mycroft replied while he rubbed his temples.
"Yes, yes... Mycroft. There are more shocks for you in store. I am Khan."
Mycroft flopped into his office chair and the color drained from his face. He covered his face with his hands as he spoke. "I... I need time to make
sense of this, Sherlock."
"President, actually," Kate said. "The Khan Directive is in effect."
Mycroft groaned behind his hands and Sherlock sighed. He didn't like that he had to hide from his brother. "I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you, so
many times. But I couldn't. I couldn't risk the timeline. Fixed point in time and all that, as the Doctor would say."
There was a long silence in the room.
"I need your help, brother," Sherlock said quietly.
"I honestly don't know what I find most stunning, that you've kept this secret for so long without confiding in me, or that you are now responsible
for life as we know it." Mycroft uncovered his face and looked up at his brother. Sherlock hated the lost look on Mycroft's face and the look of
defeat in his eyes, it didn't suit him one bit. "So, where do we go from here? Have you confided in anyone? Did you struggle with this all alone,
Sherlock?"
Sherlock looked drained and distressed. "I'm also the most hated man in Earth's history. Some will call me the Anti-Christ." He took a step
towards Mycroft. "But I can't do this without you. If I don't maintain the timeline, as the Doctor has laid out to me, it's not only Earth that will
suffer."
"I want to make sense of this. To get up to speed so that I can assist you in any way that I can. You don't have to do this alone. I'm here for you,
brother dear. And I truly mean that."
Mycroft's voice was unusually compassionate and there was a hint of sincerity in his eyes that let Sherlock know that he could count on his
brother. But he wasn't sure how much to let on.
"You aren't going to try to hug me, are you?" Sherlock asked with disgust even though he wiped a tear from his eye betraying his emotions.
"Perish the thought." Mycroft huffed a watery laugh. "Unless you'd like me to."
"Have you ever known me to hug anyone but John?" And Mommy , he added in thought. Even as a child the only one whom he let hug him was
his brother Wallace, until they were parted, they were inseparable.
"Well. Enough said. But, Sherlock..." Mycroft paused, and stepped around his desk. "Don't forget that there are others who have not only your
mission goals, but your best interests at heart.""I have many great and powerful enemies, Mycroft. They will try to stop us, in every way they possibly can," the Doctor told him. "But I can tell
you that you and all your brothers will survive this."
"All the more reason to vet a select handful of people and create a very tightly knit inner circle. We need to be kept in the loop, and you will need
to have people you can trust. People who can keep their mouths shut, and ears open." Mycroft nodded, back to his normal self.
"The Doctor has made it quite clear to me that if Khan should die, both Earth and Gallifrey will be lost," Kate said.
"I think you should start getting used to calling me Khan," Sherlock told her.
"Yes sir. I mean, um... Khan."
"I think not, little brother. The fewer people who know that you are Khan the better. We should keep that name as a code," Mycroft told him.
"Quite right. Then Kate...you must call me Sherlock." Sherlock put his hand to his head and staggered. "I either need a good dose of morphine or
to be infected with the virus now." "Sherlock, morphine is right out of the question."
"I know. Those days are over. The EV1 will have arrived at the lab by now. Mycroft, you need to be infected as well. I'm sorry. It will be
intensely painful for a short time but you will survive and be quite surprised by the result," Sherlock replied.
"I'm not looking forward to this, Sherlock. But, I trust you if you say it's what needs to be done."
"There's no other way forward for us. Needs must, and this is part of the timeline. We can make you comfortable as humanly possible as you
undergo the procedure. That I can assure you, Mycroft."
Mycroft looked at the Doctor. "Our brothers…" he muttered.
"I am sure you are aware that among human females there is…" the Doctor began.
"100% mortality rate," Mycroft said.
"No, actually the children are immune," the Doctor informed him. "And…"
"Euros isn't a child," Mycroft snapped. He covered his face in his hands and spun the chair so all they could see was the back.
"Out! Leave now," Sherlock demanded.
As Anthea was closing the door, she saw Sherlock crouch beside Mycroft's chair and reach out to him.
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Dr Martha Jones of UNIT was waiting for the three of them in the infirmary in the first level basement. "I need your names, age and any physical
infirmities. Remove your shoes, belts, coats and any restrictive clothing. Also, please remove any corrective lenses if you have them as well as
dentures and any other artificial aids," Martha told them when they arrived, handing them each a form to fill out.
"Doctor? But, I thought... I..." Martha stuttered as she tried to find the words. He smiled and stood there while she hugged him.
"Well. Good. Enough of that, then. We have an intake to complete, do we not?"
"I'm going to give each of you a sedative to ease the transition. Tests with volunteers so far have shown that there are varying levels of discomfort
and pain and the sedative wears off very quickly, so please let me know if you require more or painkillers at any time. This process can take up to
three hours to complete," Martha informed them. "Mr President."
"Sherlock, please."
Mycroft took in the entire interaction with some interest, making mental notes as he followed Doctor Jones' instructions to the letter.
"I should warn you that this will change your genetic structure. You will literally no longer be Homo Sapiens but will become Homo Augment,"
Martha stated. "It's not too late to back out."
"No. We must do this. There will never be an opportune time. So, it may as well be now. Please proceed Doctor Jones. We're well aware of the
ramifications," Sherlock informed her.
Kate's was the easiest transition, as she was immune. It took longer with Mycroft who had a fever for an hour but his pain levels were tolerable
after a few minutes. Sherlock however was still writhing in pain, three hours later. Mycroft sat on the bed next to his and watched him worriedly.
"Is there nothing you can do for him?"
"We've given him the maximum amount of painkillers that we can, IV push. Except for ice baths to keep his temperature down, and a dextrose
drip, there's not much more we can do for him. He's hovering at the edge of consciousness, but he knows that you're here. Please talk to him, Mr
Holmes. He needs you."
Mycroft took his hand and held it. "I'm here for you, Sherlock. You can do this." Martha scanned him. "He is growing new organs...female reproductive organs as well as both Alpha and Omega pheromonal glands. This is very
rare, according to the data."
"My little brother has always been a rare specimen," Mycroft said. "He is very strong and determined."
"This is extraordinary! It's absolutely fascinating. I've never seen anything like it," Martha commented. "Old injuries are healing, scar tissue is
being absorbed. Even his cells are being cleansed of residual drugs and toxins. "I hope you're ready to deal with all of the changes that come with
becoming an Augment."
"No one can ever be ready for what Sherlock will do next," Mycroft replied.
"If I catch his drift, he's not ready either. But we're all here to stand by him, no matter what. I promised that when I took this job," Martha
explained.
"If I remember correctly women don't develop the pheromone glands. But I can distinctly smell something...pleasant," Mycroft commented.
"That's not pheromones. That's one of my colleagues, performing an experiment. She's created personal scents for all of us clinic workers."
"I thought perfume was frowned upon for medical workers?"
"It's not really perfume. My signature scent is green grass, paper and soap."
"Interesting but I don't think that is what I am smelling..." Mycroft leant closer to Sherlock and then suddenly jumped to his feet dropping his
brother's hand in alarm.
"Mr Holmes! What is it?"
Mycroft backed away from Sherlock's bed almost falling onto Kate who was resting. "Sherlock...It's Sherlock...I...I can't stay...Oh, dear god! I
never thought about THIS!" He picked up his coat holding it in front of himself.
Kate blushed. "Mycroft is an Omega?" she asked Martha.
"It never occurred to me that relatives could react so strongly to each other based on pheromones. Sherlock's scent must be very strong for his own
brother to react in such a way. I need to make a few calls."
"Doesn't everyone react like that to Sherlock Holmes ?" Kate asked, still blushing.
Suddenly, Sherlock sat up, drenched in sweat. "Well, that was rather unpleasant. Glad that's over with."
"Sherlock! You're back!" Martha pushed past Kate to begin reading his vital signs.
"Back? Did I go somewhere?"
"You were barely conscious for hours."
He threw his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. He smiled at Martha strangely. Sherlock suddenly cupped her face in his hands and kissed
her.
"Mmmm... Mmmm!! NO!" Martha pulled back and shook her head. Martha held up her left hand and showed Sherlock her wedding set.
Sherlock shrugged his shoulders. He stretched and grabbed his belt, starting to gather up his possessions. He cupped her chin. "Doesn't mean we
can't have a bit of fun. Shower?"
"Well, even if I were so inclined - making overtures in the middle of a ward is hardly discreet. Think I'll pass for now.""Discreet? Who cares about discreet? Sex isn't a national secret. But the ' for now ' sounds promising."
"I reserve the right to change my mind."
"Sherlock, are you quite alright?" Mycroft asked from the doorway, keeping some distance from him. "You are acting...strange."
"Merely outwardly expressing my inner feelings, dear brother. You will have to get used to it. It is a side effect of the transition."
"Sentiment? Really Sherlock?"
"Well...impulses might be a better word. More lust than love."
"As long as you're certain which is which, I suppose there shouldn't be any problems."
"I am still your neighbourhood sociopath," he replied. "Just a little more animated."
"Do tread lightly, brother dear."
"Why?"
"This is not your area. Never has been."
In light of recent events, Sherlock thought differently. He was indifferent to the feelings of most people, but compared to Mycroft and his sister,
he was a fount of emotions.
Sherlock straightened up and stared Mycroft directly in the eyes. "Irene and Hamish will be arriving tomorrow. I expect you will have instructed
that they be allowed into the country."
"Of course, Sherlock. By the by, who is this Hamish bloke, anyway? Is he someone of import?"
"There is no one of more importance in the whole world."
"Not to put too fine a point on things, but that hardly answers the question, brother mine."
Sherlock walked up to Mycroft and whispered in his ear so that no one else there could hear. "He is my son."
Mycroft's knees wobbled, and clutched the air around him, groping for a solid surface to steady himself. He found only Sherlock to hold onto and
Sherlock held him.
"My God, Sherlock. A son. With Irene?"
Sherlock hugged Mycroft to him and grinned. "And finally he can be with me."
"I'm an uncle?" he chuckled, and shook his head.
"Showers are presently in order. You smell almost as bad as me," Sherlock commented. " Then let's go back to your office so we can be alone to
talk. Your office isn't bugged is it?"
"What?!" Mycroft's eyes flew open wide. "No, there are no ambient recording devices in my office."
"Not as nice as your room at the club, but it will do."
"Yes, I suppose it will."
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"You have questions. Questions that no one else can hear the answers to," Sherlock said when they were in Mycroft's office.
"Yes, I suppose I do. But are you ready to give me the answers to those questions? I'd rather not play tiddlywinks or twenty questions with you."
"I will answer anything you ask."
"Fair enough, Sherlock."
"Strange, isn't it? Once you know I will answer you the questions seem to fade away. You are struggling now to work out what you want to ask
first."
"Of course I am. That's just human nature. It's natural to breathe a sigh of relief when you realize that you have the latitude to be open and honest."
Sherlock walked over to the two armchairs in one corner of Mycroft's office. "I'm afraid," he said. "I know what has to be done but everyone will
be against me and not even you will understand why I do the things that need to be done.""Perhaps you should take a step back, and allow me to decide for myself, Sherlock. I'm fully capable of letting you know if I'm becoming
overwhelmed."
"You don't have to worry about the drugs anymore. I have quite enough to occupy my mind. "
"That's one set piece out of the way. On to the next..." Mycroft shrugged. "I am trying to get my brain around this, Sherlock. How long have you
known this information?"
"1st January 2000, Captain Jack Harkness arrived on my doorstep."
"And why did you not confide in me Sherlock? It's not the sum total of the information that's difficult as much as the trust factor. I don't
understand why..." Mycroft shook his head. "Why did you not trust me to have your best interest at heart?"
Sherlock turned to look at Mycroft. "I have always trusted you. Since that day that Wallace went missing, even before that, you have been my
protector, even from myself. It wasn't a matter of trust. It was a matter of protecting you. Everything in your life has led up to you being ready for
this. I've been training you for 17 years."
"I don't know quite what to say to that. Feeling like a bit of a lab rat at the moment, though."
"Oh, don't think I have all the answers, Mycroft. I'm struggling through this as much as you. The only difference really is that I have the absolute
certainty of what must be. How to get there is a grey area and in that I need help. You are Director of Administration. I know you have
memorized the Directive. You know that your importance is..." Sherlock tilted his head. "Important."
"Having the knowledge base to run a government is one thing. But that seems superfluous when compared to having responsibility for the fate of
humanity as a whole."
"Kate calls me President of the Earth. Well, you are my vice-president. But make no mistake, our fate determines the survival of the human
race and the very existence of the Gallifreyans."
"The survival of the future Galifreyan bloodline is indeed important."
"Information for your ears only, dear brother. At the moment the planet is uninhabited. There are no Gallifreyans, no civilization, nothing but an
uninhabited planet."
"And the future of humankind depends on repopulating Gallifrey?"
"Not re-populating. Beginning the Gallifreyan species. Why do you think they look human ?" Sherlock smiled. "Gallifrey is a human colony."
"And the entire goal of the Khan Directorate is to govern the last days of Earth, while choosing amongst the survivors of EV1 to live on
Gallifrey?"
"No. Not that simple. Earth and the human race survives. They will go on to become a very powerful Federation that will be the bane of Gallifrey
for millennia. But that will strengthen Gallifrey to become the most powerful planet in this galaxy, perhaps even the entire universe," Sherlock
told him. "We are here until 2020. When I said that Gallifrey is a human colony, I meant Homo Augments."
"And are the first future inhabitants predestined? Or are they in the grey area you mentioned? Do you have foreknowledge of every detail of
existence until the end of time?" Mycroft's eyes glazed over as he contemplated his own question. "My God, Sherlock..."
"Yes and no," he replied. "I know that 73 Augments and their associatives founded Gallifrey. I don't know the fate of anyone else. 200 of us will
be placed into cryopods. That knowledge nearly killed me. You know what happened to me on the 21st of January 2000. You were the one who
found me and took me to hospital."
"I found you in that damnable doss house in Brixton. Just in time, as it turned out."
"Did I ever thank you for that? I don't think I did. I did curse you a lot. I made your life hell. I'm not sorry. It helped prepare you."
"Par for the course, brother mine. It may have prepared me, but it tore me apart to keep fetching up Shezza from every dodgy situation
imaginable."
"You know how muscles are built? Of course you do. You have to damage them to build them. The stronger muscle tissue replaces the weaker.
It's why exercise hurts."
"Spare me the biology lesson, Sherlock."
"If it helps, Lestrade is among the 73," Sherlock smirked. "As soon as he is infected you can stop giving him secretive glances."
"Well, that's an interesting bit of information, one might suppose."
"Anthea, does not. Don't waste your feelings on her."
"That's too bad. She was the most well trained, knowledgeable assistant I've ever had. Shame."
"Watch your tenses, dear brother. People will notice. By all means shag her senseless for the next couple of years but don't lose your heart to her.
Lestrade is the one you should open your heart to." Mycroft smiled as broadly as he was capable. When Sherlock noticed his brother's expression,
he quirked a brow, and made a mental note. "Homo Augments have no inhibitions. Though it might take a short while to get over ingrainedsocietal expectations. We will need to breed freely when we get to Gallifrey and the genetics of Homo Augments does not inhibit the breeding
between family members."
"That explains the reaction I had in the infirmary."
"Yes, speaking of that... can you recycle the air in here faster or I might just take you over your desk."
"Oh! For heaven's sake, Sherlock!!" Mycroft dialed up a virtual control panel, and hurriedly began tapping keys to change the ambient airflow in
his office.
"I make no excuse, Mycroft. As you are well aware I am not quite comfortable with these impulses and Augment chemistry is quite potent,"
Sherlock told him. "Take it as an indication of my affection for you."
"Dear God..." Mycroft rolled his eyes. "Are you quite sure about Lestrade? I'd hate to make a fool of myself."
"Baby Boy Holmes-Lestrade is recorded as one of the first generation of Gallifreyans."
"I look forward to getting to know him much better. He....
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