#and somehow in a span of about a week i went from horror flashbacks of kids eating roaches to loving the characters and laughing nonstop

[thelowlysatsuma]

Sherlock AU

okay, so i got some amazing reactions to my logicality-and-sherlock post, and some people seemingly interested in my making of a bbc sherlock au, so here we go! in my mind, this au starts of mostly canon-compliant and then diverges – not only to comply with ships, but also because seeing as this is indeed an au, i feel an obligation to myself to make everyone as in-character as possible.

with that out of the way: happy reading!

patton h. watson is possibly, maybe, potentially having a little bit of a bad day. week. month. year. you decide.

he had the nightmares again. they come nearly every night nowadays, and he figures he probably should have known he was signing up for war flashbacks when he decided to become... well... an army doctor

he sees his therapist. and sure, maybe he hasn’t written anything in his blog, and sure, maybe he reads her handwriting upside down, but he can’t help it!

(honestly? patton doesn’t know what he’s doing anymore. he had such a strong love for his time as a doctor that now he’s just.. not sure what to do. he can’t help people anymore. not in his condition)

but he tries to write on his blog anyway, and he keeps moving through his day-to-day activities, and he smiles, because darn it, he’s patton watson, and that’s what he does.

except for one fateful day, when he hears a familiar voice calling out his name

and it’s thomas sanders – sweet, lovely thomas who he went to school with. and he smiles for real this time and they catch up, and patton mentions that he may or may not be a bit stuck in his whole housing situation

and thomas just laughs, because oh, oh now he has an idea, and this could either work out great for all parties involved or be absolutely hilarious

so patton follows him

enter logan holmes

genius

detective

bit of an asshole, really

and the minute he sees patton shuffle into his lab behind thomas, he knows exactly where this is going, and he has no idea if he’s partial to the plan or not

but then patton lends him his phone, and patton doesn’t get angry when he reads his life story like a newspaper unfolding in front of him, and patton looks at him like he’s incredible, and suddenly, this doesn’t seem like such a bad idea after all

and really, that’s how everything sets itself into motion, now isn’t it?

so yeah, the set-up is basically the same. patton is an ex-army doctor who’s masking at least a bit of his trauma with his bubbly persona. logan is an abrasive genius who will honestly follow his shorter counterpart around like a lost puppy at the first sign of *shudder* emotions. and thomas is the little shit disturber who thinks that stuffing the two of them in a flat has even the slightest chance in hell of working out.

of course, he’s absolutely right, but don’t tell him that.

time now to introduce some of our other players:

mr picani, the cheery landlord of 221b baker st. he loves logan dearly, and treats him like a grandson. absolutely thrilled when logan brings patton with him – “oh, i can see your fusion already!”. logan is Not Amused, and poor patton just doesn’t know what’s going on.

detective inspector prince, the long-suffering idiot who’s somehow gotten stuck with an overly intelligent dumbass as his number one asset. well-liked around the yard for being an... animated, shall we say, character (as well as a damn flirt to many a man he meets), he’s the only one who really knows how to deal with logan’s eccentricities, and while he may not be on par with the younger man in terms of intelligence, he can and will match him blow for blow in a match of verbal wits. while at first confused by patton’s presence (and logan’s apparent protection of him), he quickly accepts the other as the half of the bonafide dynamic duo he is. (and if he and patton become friends, off the clock? well, that’s not exactly the yard’s business, now is it?)

remy, the shade-rocking assistant to... someone who patton meets in a limo when he gets “offered a deal by an interested party”. glued to his phone, super freaking sketchy, and somehow able to exude sass with a single raise of an eyebrow. that man is impressive.

of course, we all know there are a few people i’m leaving out.

meet virgil holmes. a damn genius, but his aggressive brand of caution tends to get the better of him. as logan’s older brother, he is constantly worrying about him and what might happen to him because of the dumbass shit he constantly gets up to, but also as logan’s older brother (and an emotionally closed-off idiot), he knows full well that logan will never actually listen to anything he says. so, he settles for keeping a (constant) eye on the guy. logan can’t get pushed off a bridge if virgil hires someone to discreetly tie a bungee harness onto him first.

so yeah anyways virgil is... interested, to say the least, when, within the span of a day, logan has not only met some guy but begun living with him

he’s admittedly impressed by not only patton’s clear horror when virgil suggests he spy on logan for him, but also patton’s unfailing (and genuine) politesse throughout their conversation. it’s... refreshing.

oh, he’ll definitely be keeping an eye on the two of them, now

and finally, the one we know only as “moriarty”

the snake, they call him, and from that, you ought to know who our favourite campy, volatile, deceptively charming man of dangerous intellect is

as time progresses, so does the relationship of the detective and the doctor. logan grounds patton, keeps his head out of the (sometimes nightmarish) clouds. patton, in turn, helps logan to realize that emotional intelligence is not only valuable from a deductive standpoint, but also a good thing to have for oneself. they... balance each other out, if you will. the heart and the mind.

(and if patton stares at logan in unadulterated awe after an explanation of a successful deduction? if logan looks in the mirror one relatively quiet afternoon only to find himself staring in the face of shallow breathing and dilated pupils? if, after a particularly brutal case, patton falls asleep on logan’s shoulder, and the next day logan receives a smug picture of it over a text from his absolutely infuriating brother?)

(well, then that’s nobody’s business but their own)

tagging those who said they were interested, those who thoroughly enjoyed my first logicality/sherlock post, and those who are my mutuals, because i damn well can

@murder-schmurder @anony-phangirl @nyah-nyah-motherfuckers @gravity-defys-me @not-a-clever-username @residentanchor @pastelvirgil @intergalacticplatypus @figurative-chill-pill @iassureyouicannotwrite @phangirlandkilljoy @book-girl101 @wildheart49 @lacrimosathedark @cloudchaser7 @khadij-al-kubra @marse-422 @virgilisaneternalmood @coconut-cluster @adultmorelikeadolt @hallowlesterrr

(aha reposting bc i’m not sure if the people i tagged under the cut saw this? bc i am a small child unaware of how the tumblr algorithms work. sorry for anyone who sees this again!)