Myths and Facts - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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John Watson was a professor of Archaeology, with a focus in ancient Middle Eastern artifacts and history. He was mild mannered and ordinary. People assumed he was boring, university educated and went home to do whatever it is that ordinary people do when.

But John Watson had a secret. He often carried out interesting archaeological missions (for lack of better descriptors) for the British Government. Things that the government didn't want others to find, to keep secrets safe from the public. Not that the public didn't deserve to know. But there was much that John Watson found that would turn history in its head, which would cause chaos among the population.

But this day, he had finished his classes and was sitting in his office. He was researching something he had been working on his entire career.

The Hanging Gardens of Babylon and thus the other missing Ancient Wonders. The only one that had survived antiquity was the Great Pyramid of Giza. And John suspected that was for a reason. There had been reports of other pyramids being dismantled, of crumbling and collapsing. This pyramid was the height of the pyramid building craze that clutched ancient Egypt for so long.

But that wasn't his focus.

He didn't tell many he was researching the Gardens. Too many other archaeologists had been laughed out of a career for it. No. He wanted to find them, prove their existence before he published anything.

He closed his notebook and tucked it into his messenger bag. It was leather and worn, he had taken it on many of his adventures, and he always kept a gun tucked into it. John left the university ground and hailed a cab. He was off to the British Museum to see the Alexander the Great exhibit that was there. Maybe there was something in the collection that would lead to another clue or breakthrough.

At the museum he was stopped in front of a large stone tablet (a recent discovery) reading the text and translating. It wasn't too busy this day, as it was a Wednesday, but there were still people milling about, talking. And he suspected the Curator, one Sherlock Holmes, was watching or around. Bringing this particular exhibit to the museum had been a feat.

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"I will call once every 48 hours. Because if I am close to something, I am not going to leave to go check in physically. But if I am able to check in physically, I will do so." John was not backing down.

The Gardens had been something he had been working on for most of his life. Clues and riddles, dozens of notebooks filled. Any mention of the Gardens in ancient text, and he had a copy of it.

John also knew it would take anyone else twice as long to find them. To know what he knew.

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If there was one thing that Mycoft despised, it was backing down, but it would be hard to backtrack if deep in the desert. He sighed again.

"You will call in at least once every 48 hours, and no matter what, you WILL physically check in every 96 hours or less. I don't care if the hanging gardens are in front of your face. This is my last offer. I will not budge any further, Doctor. I suggest you take it."

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John held out his hand to Mycroft, indicating that he would take the offer. He could do once every 96 hours. It wouldn't be ideal for him, but it was better than nothing, and not getting on this dig.

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Mycroft shook his hand, then gathered his belongings and stood. "My people will be in touch." He said, and then he was down the stairs and out the door.

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John watched him go and then let out a breath. Well. He rubbed his face and then went to clean up the tea mess. He would never tell Mycroft, but he had purposely made bad tea, to see what the man would do.

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It appears, dear brother, that you are going to be assisting a certain Doctor John Watson in his quest to find the Hanging Gardens of Babylon.

Sherlock read the text once, then a second time, then a third. What had Mycroft done? He went to his boss, Lestrade, who explained that Mycroft had already arranged for a temporary replacement, they had already been trained and would continue their training on the job, and that he was leaving to go on a research trip for the museum- which wasn't really untrue. His job would be here, waiting for him, when he returned.

"You're off the clock." Lestrade said, in his Essex accent, that was often mistaken for Cockney. "Go home, get packed. I want weekly email updates at least."

Sherlock nodded, his head still rushing through a million thoughts at once. He headed out the door and towards the bank of taxis that always waited for the tourists outside the museum.

"Baker Street." He said, his mind already thinking about the tasks ahead.

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John had landed an hour before Sherlock. So he was sitting by the man's gate, reading a paper written on the Gardens. In his weathered messenger bag was all the work he had. He had scanned all the papers and books onto his tablet.

He had brought a few of the ancient documents he had as well, those were in a specialized case which he was resting his feet on.

He wasn't happy that he had to answer to someone during this excursion, but to be able to find the Gardens... He would deal with it.

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When it came to what to bring, most of what Sherlock knew was in his head, so mostly he had clothes and toiletries and his laptop, and a good selection of his favorite teas- he was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to find anything in the Iranian desert.

The flight had been blissfully almost empty, Iran wasn't a big tourist attraction, so it was mostly citizens on their way home from their own travels.

He landed, grabbed his small carry-on, and headed out into the tiny airport terminal. He stopped in surprise when he saw John waiting. He had been told that a car would be there, but he hadn't expected John as well.

"Doctor Watson..." He said softly.

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John looked up from his phone and smiled. He stood up and adjusted his bag before picking up the case. "Hello Mr. Holmes." He answered, "I only landed an hour ago, so I thought I would wait for you."

He looked at Sherlock, studying him with quick glances. John's expression then settled into a neutral, pleasant one and he just nodded. "Shall we Mr. Holmes? We both have luggage to pick up."

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Sherlock raised an eyebrow. Only an hour, he thought to himself. That is a pretty long time to wait for someone you only know in passing, even if you are going to be working close with them. The man definitely looked him over.. It gave Sherlock pause for a moment, but he let the thought pass.

"Yes, let's get our luggage." He let John lead while he stayed a step behind, watching John carefully.

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"Thank you for coming. Though I am sure that your brother did not give you much in the way of a choice." He said as they walked. John enjoyed the brief conversations he had with Sherlock in the past.

The man was quick and incredibly intelligent. He appreciated that.

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"No. Not really." He replied truthfully. Sherlock really hated that he had to be away from a job he loved, a job that he knew no temporary worker could ever replace him, His passion was unmatched by anyone in the museum.

That being said, he couldn't think of too many other people that he'd rather have to spend time with. Doctor Watson always came across as intelligent, and tended to not ask stupid questions like many people did.

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"Are you wondering why I wanted you to be part of this?" He asked after he got his bags.

John was an efficient packer, but he wasn't sure how long that they would be here in the Middle East.

He glanced at Sherlock and then about the luggage area. He leaned back against the wall as he waited.

Why Sherlock indeed...

The man was smart, quick, he didn't beat around the bush... There was a whole host of reasons, but one up there was the fact that Sherlock was incredibly good looking.

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Sherlock had quite a few ideas on why John wanted him on this trip, but he was not about about to tell him some of them, for several reasons.

"You admire my knowledge and you understand that I will have a lot of information to bring to this dig, even if I don't know ancient Assyrian, I do speak Parsi, which can also come in hand when it comes to speaking with the current residents of this area." He rattled off quickly, sure of his being right.

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John smiled and nodded. "Correct. Your brother tried to convince me that there were others that would be better suited. But I expressed my concern that they might overlook something obvious. Where as you notice everything."

"I wanted someone I could work with that would compliment me." He said simply, "That and I backed your brother into a corner with the knowledge that I'm pretty much the only one who can do this with my knowledge."

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Sherlock spotted his suitcase and grabbed it from the roundabout.

"A shame. I would have like seen you going toe to toe with my brother." He was quite impressed that John was actually able to not only handle his brother, but actually outdid him. How many people had actually bested his brother? It was a very small list.

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He laughed and pushed away from the wall. "I guess it comes with being in a specialized field with even more specialized knowledge. That and I've had plenty of training to deal with men like your brother." John winked at Sherlock as he stepped out the doors to hail them a cab.

Once he had the cab, he bid hello to the driver before assisting in putting their bags in the boot. He kept his messenger bag and the case with him. It wasn't going to be leaving his sight.

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Sherlock spoke to the cabbie in Parsi, telling him the name of the hotel that they were staying at, with a perfect accent, which did surprise the driver. He drove them off.

He turned back towards John. "We should grow beards. It will make us blend in more. And I will teach you a few basic words in Parsi, it will go far to at least try to speak to them in their own language. They will appreciate it." That, and he was pretty sure that John with a beard would look..

NO.. NO, he couldn't' think that way. John was his boss and nothing more than that. He was terribly, terribly straight.

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"That and shaving in the desert will be a pain." He chuckled, "The lack of water. I know Kurdish and some Arabic."

John gave Sherlock the side eye, wondering how the man would look with a beard. He wondered how the man looked under all of that designer clothing. He turned to look out the window.

Either this was going to burn spectacularly, or be the greatest find.

[seaweed_writes]

"Mmm. True." he nodded, smiling slightly. "If you know Kurdish, it is the same type of speech patterns, you should be able to pick up Parsi fairly quickly." He wasn't going to brag to John about the fact that he knew Arabic and Kurdish as well, along with quite a few other languages. If it came up, he would.

Why was John taking these long looks at him? He noticed the side eye that John had given him before looking out the window. Sherlock sighed softly to himself and looked out the other window, watching the city go by.

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Once at the hotel, John paid the cabbie and then slipped out of the car to go unload their bags. He kept a sharp eye on everyone around. He was always aware and on alert when in certain parts of the world. This was one of them. Luckily they weren't American, but they were still Westerners.

He shut the boot and waited for Sherlock.

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Sherlock took his suitcase and shouldered his bag and walked inside, looking over his shoulder to make sure that John was behind him. He walked up to the front desk and talked to the man behind it in Parsi. He was calm at first, but then started to get more.. animated. Finally, he turned back to John.

"I'm sorry. The reservation was messed up. They have one king bed for us." He sighed. This was only their first stop, and only for a few days, before they went out into the desert, but still, it was going to be... awkward.

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John just looked at him and then rolled his shoulders in a shrug. "We're adults, we can both handle it." he said, "Right?" He knew it was going to be just a little uncomfortable since he was attracted to the man. But no doubt he was way out of Sherlock's league, or the man was married. He'd never seen him wear a ring though...

He let out a breath and then headed for the elevator. "Might as well get used to it. We're going to be in close proximity for a while."

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"Of course." He said, in a dismissive tone, though that was far from the way that he was actually feeling.

"True. Though the desert is a vast place, we will need to stay close, for safety's sake of course. We get lost out there, and no GPS will save our lives." God, that sounded like such a lame excuse coming from his lips, even if it was true.

He followed John up the rickety old elevator and into the room, which was small, even by hotel standards. There wasn't much more than a bed, a couple of dressers, and a tiny tv on a small desk.

"Well, we will be here a few days getting supplies, we might as well unpack a little."

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The hotel was low key, it was local and if there was anyone after them this early in the game, they would probably (hopefully) not start here. John set his suitcase on the bed and opened it. He had packed with the efficiency of a former soldier, someone who was used to being on the go, not knowing what to expect around the next corner. There was a lot about John Watson that didn't seem to add up.

"I much prefer gathering my own supplies than letting someone else get them." He said as he removed the light coat he wore, along with the shirt. It left him shirtless, showing the countless scars along his torso to Sherlock.