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An Orange-Cream Swirl

Title: An Orange-Cream Swirl
Author: ciaranbochna 
Rating: PG
Word Count: 830
Fandom: Sherlock/Sandman Crossover
Disclaimer: Do not own, just toying with the characters.
Pairing: Sherlock, Delerium
Warnings: References to drug use, not beta'd
A/N: Had this plot bunny for a long time, she demanded to be let out;)

Sherlock was quite certain he was alone. This is the reason he mixed and took his little cocktail. John was at Sarah’s for the night, so he would have no cause to worry. There was a—girl—standing over him. She didn’t look like a proper child her hair kept moving, and her shape didn’t…

“Stop moving about! You are interrupting—“

“Oh I can see your brain, so spinney all the time. Like me!! You don’t usually see or talk to me though. My sister gave me the spirit of a kitty once, she was busy—but I lost her. Desire takes all my toys.”

Sherlock struggled up on the couch to peer at the intruder in his flat. He regretted taking the chemicals now, he felt sluggish as he tried to figure out who she was.

A child about ten, but her irises were cracked. They kept changing colour as he observed. Could be the drugs, but her hair was swirled purple, red, ultraviolet (not possible for him to see), and it was agony to look at her. She leaned forward, half a fishnet stocking brushing his hand.

“Don’t concentrate; it will only make it worse.” She pushed him back down onto the couch. “I can smell my brother in here. So stuffy, like a Baroque fugue.”

Sherlock’s eyes snapped open. “You are one of them.”

“I am one of me.” She spun around and hopped over the table “Oh, you mean my brothers and sisters. I’m Delirium, and I am the most fun.” She smiled and Sherlock felt something ache in his chest. Like she had lost…

“Of course you are.” He grinned, and then frowned, not sure why he had smiled.

“I KNEW I would like you. My brother is such a spoilsport, keeping you from playing with his things. My sister usually plays with me, but she is too…Hey!! Do you want to see an explosion? I know a place just around the corner from 1942; we could go if you want.”

“I appreciate the thought my dear, but I am not in any shape to travel right now.” He wasn’t sure why, but he felt protective of Delerium. He knew she was much more than than a child.

“I am more, or I was before...” Delerium’s eyes blacked-out for a moment, like a slate, midnight without stars.

“I would like to go to Hyde Park if you wish to come with me.” He wanted to distract her. This new compassion for another being was disturbing. Not considering John, who was a special case.

Delerium’s eyes began to kaleidoscope again. Kaleidoscope is not a verb. Sherlock thought going for a walk might be a disastrous idea.

“Delerium perhaps we should just stay…”

There was an enormous glass arch roof above his head, and trees nearly touching the ceiling of the enclosure. And everyone was wearing Victorian…no. They weren’t wearing it, this was…Sherlock sighed. He should really know better.

“Do you like it? It’s so shiny, and the trees are so happy to have everyone admiring them. Oh yes, everyone can see us. But they don’t really see—“

“Greetings, doctor. Out for a walk with a patient today?” A passing man tipped his hat to Delerium.

Sherlock frowned. He was wearing his robe which might explain the patient aspect, but Delirium looked the same as ever.

“I told you silly, they see what they want.” She punched him in the arm. She was wearing a corset covered in butterflies—living ones so it seemed. He heard whispering.

“I wouldn’t listen to them if I were you. You might be a genius but there are things that even your mind couldn’t contain.” Delirium’s voice was grave as she stared at Sherlock until he nodded.

“When are we?” He finally asked.

“Crystal Palace exhibition 1851. You can taste the creation in the air can’t you?” She stopped. “Oh well, maybe you can’t. I want some ice cream. Do you like ice cream Mr. genius?”

Sherlock snorted a laugh. “Yes, but I am not hungry just now." 

Delirium pouted. Sherlock had never seen one better than his until now. He sighed. “Oh very well, find us some dessert.”

He was holding a waffle cone filled with chocolate chip mint ice cream. He blinked. Sherlock could almost taste something in the air—joy?

“Eat it before it melts. Yesterday does that you know.” Delirium smirked and licked her orange/pink/green sparkling dessert.

Sherlock closed his eyes briefly before his headache got worse. He felt a finger on his temple and the pain was gone.

“Trips are no fun if spiky things are distracting you.” She smiled again.

He would never tire of that smile.

“Come on, the trees want to say hello.”

Sherlock’s lip twitched. When in Rome…


 

Comments

( 3 comments — Leave a comment )
samalander_dawn
Dec. 31st, 2010 06:51 am (UTC)
neat! I know nothing about Sandman I fear, but neat! :)

though naughty Sherlock for the drugs :(
ciaranbochna
Dec. 31st, 2010 07:42 am (UTC)
Yes, I fear he will be in the thick of it later for lapsing;) No need to know about Sandman, I just couldn't resist Delerium and Sherlock:)
avatarmn
Dec. 31st, 2010 07:01 am (UTC)
Benedict Cumberbatch as Morpheus NOW!!!
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