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A Birthday 221B: Bewitching (on AO3)

Feathers

Feb. 16th, 2014 08:52 pm
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The case had taken three days. After putting Catherine (aged 5 months) down for a nap, her father had finally managed to convince Sherlock (aged 37) to get some sleep too.


John made his way downstairs, and arrived back in 221A’s kitchen to find Mary and Mrs Hudson had moved on from looking at photographs of the latter’s new great-nephew.

“So you really were an exotic dancer,” said Mary.

John automatically glanced at the photo album, caught a glimpse of feathers and sequins and looked hastily away again.

“It wasn’t…” Mrs Hudson waved her hands vaguely. “It was more, you know… burlesque.”

Mary grinned. “Were you any good?”

John rested his hand on Mary’s shoulder. “I’m sure Mrs Hudson doesn’t want to talk about that.”

Mary turned and smiled at him. “You’re not embarrassed, are you?”

“Of course not,” said John. “Mrs Hudson taking her clothes off. Why would that be embarrassing?”

He picked up his cup of tea and took a large swig.

“Were you any good?” asked Mary.

“Not bad,” said Mrs Hudson, smiling a little.

“I bet you had lots of fans,” said Mary.

Mrs Hudson’s smile became rather more mischievous. “Just two actually.”

She stood up and demonstrated with a couple of feather dusters while Mary giggled.


John stared at the ceiling and prayed for temporary blindness.





A/N: Sherlock fanfiction: a 221B - a story in 221 words, final word beginning with "b". Holmes and Watson created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle; Sherlock and John property of Moffat and Gatiss, and the BBC.

221B form invented by KCScribbler (KCS).
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“John,” said Sherlock. “The body is merely transport. Appearances don’t matter.”

“Sherlock,” said John. “We are dressed as a couple of giant teapots.”

“We don’t have time for all this,” said Lestrade, as Donovan grinned broadly beside him. “Get out into the theme park and work out which teacup murdered the manager.”




“That’s her,” said Sherlock.

John glanced discreetly at a yellow teacup. “No teaspoon?”

“Exactly,” said Sherlock. “She’s disposed of the murder weapon.”

The teacup turned slightly in their direction and abruptly made a run for it.

Two teapots gave chase.




“She’s too far ahead,” panted John.

“Police!” yelled Sherlock at the holidaymakers. “Stop that teacup!”

A horde of small girls in yellow and brown t-shirts, and a very attractive woman, detached themselves from the crowd and stampeded after the rogue piece of crockery.

John watched in admiration as they rapidly caught up with the teacup —the children pinning her down by the saucer, while the adult hung onto her handle for grim death.

Sherlock spoke into his mobile: “Lestrade? Come and make the arrest.”




Lestrade beamed at the attractive lady as he shook her hand.

“She’s already attached,” said Sherlock.

Lestrade and the lady exchanged an embarrassed smile.

“Thank you, Sherlock,” muttered Lestrade.

Sherlock ignored him.

“This is Screech Owl,” he explained. “The teacup was apprehended by her Brownies.”




Author's Notes: For [livejournal.com profile] thesmallhobbit. Because I've just realised "Brownies" begins with a "b".

Sherlock fanfiction: a 221B - a story in 221 words, final word beginning with "b". Holmes and Watson created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle; Sherlock and John property of Moffat and Gatiss, and the BBC.

221B form invented by KCScribbler (KCS).
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"You? Doing jury service?" grinned John, reading his flatmate's letter.

"I will kill Mycroft," said Sherlock.




Both sides had concluded their arguments.

"Well, it looks straightforward to me," said the foreman, in the jury room. "I don’t think he did the burglary. The prosecution's case was pretty flimsy."

There was general agreement to this.

Sherlock smiled.




"Guilty," said the bewildered foreman.

"Guilty?" said the judge, surprised despite himself.

“Yes,” said the foreman. He paused for a moment, concentrating. “His laces indicate his alibi is false, his posture tells us he’s been in the area where the burglary took place, and his chronic dandruff suggests he’s actually been inside the burgled property. Oh, and the defendant needs 37 other offences to be taken into consideration.” The foreman glanced briefly behind him. “Probably."

From the back row, Sherlock nodded in satisfaction.




John gazed at the stunned-looking jurors gathering in the entrance hall.

"What went on in there?" he asked.

"John," said Sherlock, "you know I can't talk about what happens in the jury room."

He swept out and John hurried after him, passing the shaken foreman who was being collected by a friend.

"Are you OK?" John heard her ask. "Do you want me to drive you home?"

"Not yet," he said. "After that legal experience, I feel myself called to the bar."




Author's Notes: Sherlock fanfiction: a 221B - a story in 221 words, final word beginning with "b". Holmes and Watson created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle; Sherlock and John property of Moffat and Gatiss, and the BBC.

221B form invented by KCScribbler (KCS).
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Sherlock strode into the living room, wearing a kilt. It revealed rather a lot of thigh—the effect being more Mary Quant than Rob Roy.

John glanced up briefly from his laptop. “You’ve got mine on,” he said.

“The hire company must have mixed up the labels,” said Sherlock, glaring at his hemline.

John snickered.

“Are you going to behave tonight?” he asked, as he put his laptop aside. “Scottish country dancing has no place for mavericks. You’ll have to work as part of a team.”

Sherlock’s lips twitched, ever so slightly.



Mrs Hudson was a nifty little mover, despite the hip.

“Thanks for standing in,” she said. “Larry and Ken have been arrested.”

Sherlock smiled. “Anything for you.”

“Why are we actually here?” said John after Mrs Hudson had moved away.

“To pass on smugglers’ secret messages through the medium of dance steps,” said Sherlock.

“Of course,” said John.



John grinned to himself as Sherlock led the troupe of increasingly bewildered dancers through a subtly altered version of The Bees of Maggieknockater. When it was over, the onlookers applauded politely and an elderly woman discreetly made her exit.

“Right,” said Sherlock. “That’s the receiver directed into the waiting arms of the police.”

“So what now?” asked John.

“I think,” said Sherlock, straightening his kilt, “we’ve earned ourselves some uisge beatha.”




Author's Notes: Sherlock fanfiction: a 221B - a story in 221 words, final word beginning with "b". Holmes and Watson created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle; Sherlock and John property of Moffat and Gatiss, and the BBC.

221B form invented by KCScribbler (KCS).

Hospitality

Oct. 7th, 2013 01:53 pm
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It had been an exhausting day. John just wanted to slump in his armchair.

He’d been sitting down for five minutes when the first visitor arrived.

“I wanted to thank you,” said the grateful client. “It’s not much but…” She offered a box of expensive chocolate biscuits.

Sherlock almost snatched them from her. John grabbed them from Sherlock and stuffed them down the side of the armchair.

“You can have them later,” he said. “I’m going to make the lady a cup of tea.”

“Why?” asked Sherlock.

“Because it’s polite,” said John.

While he was making the tea, Mrs Hudson came up. It seemed only hospitable to offer her a cup too, and soon their landlady was chatting to their client.

Then Lestrade arrived to discuss a case with Sherlock.

“No sugar in mine,” grinned Greg.

John sighed and headed back to the kettle.





It was 11PM. Nobody showed any sign of going home.

“Sherlock,” John whispered wearily, “it’s getting late. Everyone’s been here a very long time…”

Sherlock stared at John, bemused and then comprehension dawned.

He turned to the throng: “John’s going out to get Chinese for everyone.”

There was a muddled chorus of takeaway orders in reply.

“Right,” said Sherlock to John. “Did you get all that?”

“Yes,” said John, and went to bed.

(With the chocolate biscuits.)




Author's Notes: Sherlock fanfiction: a 221B - a story in 221 words, final word beginning with "b". Holmes and Watson created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle; Sherlock and John property of Moffat and Gatiss, and the BBC.

221B form invented by KCScribbler (KCS).
scfrankles: knight on horseback with lance lowered (knight)
John hadn’t been able to drop off at all in the caravan. Sherlock, conversely, was sleeping like a baby. Up every two hours and making a hell of a racket.

“Sherlock,” said John. “There is no nicotine in this vehicle. Go to bed.”

Sherlock glared and sipped his fifth cup of coffee.

John groaned.

At least the case was over. Tomorrow they would be back in London.




John checked the connection between the caravan and car and got into the driver’s seat.

“Shall I drive..?” asked Sherlock.

Ah, apologising for last night, thought John.

“We don’t want to end up crashing into the embankment if your shoulder locks,” said Sherlock.

John started the car.




For an hour he listened to Sherlock complaining. Despite having just solved a case, Sherlock was already craving more stimulation.

At the next service station John pulled over.

“I’ve had enough. Go and buy some cigarettes.”

Sherlock stared. “Really?”

“Yes,” said John.

Sherlock studied John’s face. Then he got out of the car and went into the shop.




The rest of the journey went smoothly. Caravan and car returned to the rental company, by eight John was home.

“Isn’t Sherlock with you?” asked Mrs Hudson as he headed for the stairs.

“Oh dear,” said John cheerfully as he went up.

“I think I’ve accidentally left him behind.”




Author's Notes: Sherlock fanfiction: a 221B - a story in 221 words, final word beginning with "b". Holmes and Watson created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle; Sherlock and John property of Moffat and Gatiss, and the BBC.

221B form invented by KCScribbler (KCS).

I know Martin Freeman famously can't drive but I would imagine John Watson can. I wonder if Sherlock did all the driving in THoB in order to save John's shoulder...

Corpsing

Jul. 29th, 2013 01:02 pm
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Sherlock was planning the perfect murder.

“Need any help?” asked John.

“Probably best if you don’t get involved,” said Sherlock. “Don’t want anyone saying you’ve got an unfair advantage.”

“I’m astounded you agreed to this,” said John, sitting down. “Organising a murder mystery party for Mrs Hudson’s birthday. In our flat.”

Sherlock shrugged. “That’s what she wants.” He kept his gaze firmly on his laptop. “And she said if I did, she wouldn’t charge me for having to get the drains unblocked.”

John grinned.

“So, you going to be able to behave?” he asked. “Resist telling sweet, elderly ladies they’re idiots who shouldn’t be in charge of an investigation?”

“I,” said Sherlock, “will be portraying the victim.”

“No shortage of suspects, then,” said John.




“I’m stumped,” laughed Mrs Turner. “The perfect murder. You’d swear it’d just been an accident…”

John glared at Sherlock. “I could kill you sometimes,” he muttered.

“Well, you did,” said Sherlock. “Aren’t you pleased you got away with it?”

John sighed, watching Mrs Hudson and her friends giggling like schoolchildren.

“Everyone’s happy. I suppose that’s what counts,” he said.

He looked over at Sherlock, who was heading towards his bedroom with his laptop.

“Where are you off to?” said John in irritation.

Sherlock smirked. “My work here is done. I’m going to go and hide the ‘body’.”





Author's Notes: Sherlock fanfiction: a 221B - a story in 221 words, final word beginning with "b". Holmes and Watson created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle; Sherlock and John property of Moffat and Gatiss, and the BBC.

221B form invented by KCScribbler (KCS).

Er, in the context of Reichenbach this is perhaps not in the best of taste. But my stories do seem to take place in a slightly alternate universe, where the very bad things don't happen. I hope this one comes across as funny rather than offensive ^^"

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