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Dancing Men
Oct. 19th, 2013 06:34 pmSherlock 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).
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).
