Fic: 221B - We'll always have Paris

[anarion]

Title: We'll always have Paris
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 atlinmerrick. Day 311.




Previous 221b: Off to a flying start


Today's prompt: tunnel

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We'll always have Paris


“Ow. Goddammit!”

“Turn your flashlight off. In this light you’ll see better without it once your eyes have adjusted.”

“I can’t believe that you made me fly to Paris just to get us lost in the catacombs!”

“And here I thought you’ve always wanted to go to Paris. The city of love.” A short snort. “Also, we’re not lost.”

“Yes, I’ve always wanted to go to Paris. Never thought I’d do it with you though.”

“You could see it as a gift for our anniversary.”

“Excuse me?”

“We met exactly five years ago.”

“It’s not, though, right? A gift, I mean. In a very twisted Sherlock way?”

“Of course not. Sentiment!” He made it sound like he just said ‘pestilence’.

“Of course. Oh, I think I can see a light. At the end of the tunnel. And I mean that both figuratively and literally.”

“Very clever.”

“And people always say you are the brain.”

A chase, a fistfight and several arrests later, they are sitting in a small restaurant with a perfect view of the Eiffel Tower, eating a most delicious meal, paid for by the British Government (aka Mycroft).

The older man grins at his companion.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I actually had a great time. Imagine that. Me, DI Greg Lestrade, in Paris. With a bloke.”




Next 221b: Offspring


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AN:
The prompt was 'tunnel'.







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Comments

[arianedevere.livejournal.com]

Oh, for crying out loud. *flails wildly* That is pure bloody genius!! I never would have seen that last line coming in a million years. Brilliant!

*sits back and waits for the wailing of "But where is John?!!!" from Chocolamousse*

[chocolamousse.livejournal.com]

Oh come on, Ariane, it's obvious. They're in Paris, the city of love. They spent the night making love passionately. John was exhausted this morning, he preferred staying in bed and eating croissants in order to recover his strength for tonight. No, wait, for this afternoon. Just after Sherlock's lunch. When they make love passionately again. (Yes, I know this is not what I said to Anarion but I prefer this explanation actually. :D) Also, Sherlock stole a tiny skull from the Catacombs and he'll give it to John. (Because he's a romantic at heart.) When they're back in 221B he'll put it close to the other, on the mantelpiece, to keep it company, and he'll talk to it in French. Anarion, your story is so inspirational! :D

[chocolamousse.livejournal.com]

*reads the title*
They are in France! Will it be as hot as the time they were in the Périgord?

Never thought I’d do it with you though.
Wait. WHO IS TALKING HERE?

He made it sound like he just said ‘pestilence’.
Which would be appropriate, in the Catacombs.

*reads the last lines*
Well, it wasn't as hot as in the Périgord. :D But it's pretty clever. The only reason why I'm not yelling, "BUT WHERE IS JOHN?" at you is that you say Sherlock and Greg met five years ago, so the story can happen just before he meets John. Vade retro, angst! :D