Fic: 221B - Not a question of beauty
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anarionTitle: Not a question of beauty
Words: a 221B has 221 words and ends with a b-word
Rating: Pg-13
Pairings : Sherlock/John
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: ‘365 days of 221Bs’ challenge: a prompt a day, given by
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atlinmerrick. Day 306.Previous 221b: I, Robot (1/2)
Today's prompt: wig
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Not a question of beauty
"Why the hell do you have to be the one to do it?”
“Because I am the only one who can do it. You’re all too stupid. Oh, don’t look at me like that, you know what I mean.”
“Do I?”
“Do you have to be like that? Fine. No one else is clever enough.”
“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“It took time, time that we don’t have if we want to rescue the mayor.”
“There is always time to be nice to the man who is watching your back.”
“You’d watch my back even if you were furious with me.”
“Most of the times I watch your back I am furious with you.”
There is a smile in John’s voice though, so Sherlock turns away from him to work on his disguise. The hair of the wig is straight and blonde and he looks completely different once he puts it on. John pulls a face.
“Problem?”
“I’m not too fond of that look.”
“This isn’t a beauty contest, John.”
“Yeah, I know. Just… it’s amazing how different you look.”
Sherlock switches into character easily.
“Don’t want to bang me looking like this, mate?”
John laughs.
“I’d bang you no matter what you look like. There is no escaping me.”
Sherlock grins and begins to lace his heavy boots.
Next 221b: The Complexity of Ice cream
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AN:
The prompt was 'wig'.
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Date: 2013-05-23 04:56 pm (UTC)John laughs.
“I’d bang you no matter what you look like. There is no escaping me.”
Sherlock grins and begins to lace his heavy boots.
Bloody damn hell I had quite the reaction to those four lines. I have since read them four times. Wait. Five. I just went back to read them again.
I can't talk about this any more. I have to visualise a few things. Things that go bang.
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Date: 2013-05-23 05:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-05-23 05:32 pm (UTC)Now I'm going back to a world where Sherlock says things like 'bang me' because I very much like that world.
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Date: 2013-05-27 10:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-05-23 05:17 pm (UTC)When you say, "watching his back", do you mean it literally or metaphorically? :D Oh well, I guess John does both.
"The hair of the wig is straight and blonde and he looks completely different once he puts it on."
Well of course, THE WIG IS STRAIGHT. *is horrified*
"“I’m not too fond of that look.”
Neither am I. *thinks about the Assange photo and shudders*
Dialogue and banter, I like that!
You forgot the inverted commas at the beginning of the first sentence. :-)
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Date: 2013-05-24 08:30 am (UTC)“Most of the times I watch your back I am furious with you.”
Lord, I can hear John's voice so clearly there.
Although, which mayor is Sherlock rescuing? Cos if it's Boris, I would suggest that John just jumps Sherlock, cos the rescue is really unnecessary!
(I don't actually mind Boris, but I can imagine that anyone who abducted him would let him go of their own accord. He'd drive them bonkers within a couple of hours.)
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Date: 2013-05-25 12:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-05-27 10:39 pm (UTC)Great fic! *tries to focus on anything other than the last line*
Sorry... you just threw me there. In the very best way :D