Fic: 221B - Need-to-know
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anarionTitle: Need-to-know
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 325.Previous 221b: Worth every wound
Today's prompt: football
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Need-to-know
“John. Come over here. I need you for something that involves me, your skilled doctor's hands and Lestrade's desk.”
“If this is you making advances of the sexual kind to John regarding my desk in the middle of an investigation, I will deck you.”
“Clearly you have no idea how these things work. It is far more satisfactory to have sex on your desk without you knowing.”
There are five people in the room. One is being a consulting prick, one is mouthing “We didn't”, one is saying “Eww”, one is looking at his desk with a queasy gaze and one is making retching noises on purpose (probably secretly hoping he'd be bold enough to have sex on his superior's desk).
Sherlock rolls his eyes.
“I need John to put a tracking device under my skin. I will go in undercover.”
“The hell you will.”
“And why is that?”
“Because you’d stick out like a sore thumb. This is a role you can’t play. Not with your fancy education, your martial arts, your boxing and your rowing. It’s a football team for heaven’s sake.”
“But you can?”
“Of course. I played rugby for years. Besides, you suck at everything involving a ball.”
Three people hastily leave the room before Sherlock has finished his sentence about sucking at something involving two balls.
Next 221b: I believe in Sherlock
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AN:
The prompt was 'football'.
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Date: 2013-06-17 06:48 pm (UTC)This reminds me (in a prequel kind of way) of your longer fic, 'Homeless' (http://anarion.livejournal.com/12791.html)... *runs off to re-read*
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Date: 2013-06-17 07:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-06-17 11:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-06-18 06:04 am (UTC)Now I shall talk at normal volume so she doesn't think we were whispering.
Soooo.... I have bronchitis. I am telling everyone for no reason that I can discern. I've never had bronchitis before. Not having it involves antibiotics.
Okay, I'm done!
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Date: 2013-06-18 06:11 am (UTC)I'm very sorry to hear that you are sick, sweetie. Get well soon! *hugs*
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Date: 2013-06-18 10:08 am (UTC)Excellent! Thank you.
About bronchitis, you have all my sympathy. I had "over-infected bronchitis" once (please admire my perfect mastery of British medical jargon), it sucks. And it's not an innuendo, unfortunately.
It seems Anarion has detected our writing-in-small-letters tactic. Damn. Let's say it was just for reasons of economy, okay?
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Date: 2013-06-17 11:16 pm (UTC)*giggles* Hey, isn't that a new prompt? :D
First I thought it was Lestrade who offered to enter the team. After all, Rupert Graves is good at football (and has five children). :D
Three people hastily leave the room before Sherlock has finished his sentence about sucking at something involving two balls.
You mean golf, I presume?
A very funny 221B. You really don't suck at dialogues! :D
I think you mean "a tracking device". :-)
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Date: 2013-06-18 12:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-06-19 07:57 am (UTC)