Fic: 221B - Trapped
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anarionTitle: Trapped
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.Previous 221b: A tongue-in-cheek incident
Today's prompt: 'still/ staying still'
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Trapped
“Ow!”
“Sorry.”
“Move over.”
“No, stop moving.”
“Whoever this is, stop shoving!”
“Get off my foot!”
“Not unless you take your elbow out of my ribs.”
“I can’t. Because someone handcuffed me.”
“You were tampering with the evidence.”
“That’s my job!”
“Tampering with evidence is your job?”
“Very funny.”
“Hang on, are those my cuffs? I have a key!”
“Ow.”
“Sorry. Whose bum is that?”
“Oy! You lot! Can we act like adults and get out of here?”
Everybody shut up and stopped moving. Lestrade found his keys and unlocked Anderson’s handcuffs, who in turn pulled his elbows to his sides. Sherlock decided not to get off Anderson’s foot for a while longer. John felt like a babysitter.
It took them more than twenty minutes to get out of the cupboard and when they finally managed to open the door, Sherlock probably wasn’t the only one thinking about handcuffing Anderson again. He certainly wasn’t the only one wishing for a gag.
“I never want to be locked in a dark cupboard with the three of you ever again.”
“Rest assured that the feeling is mutual.”
John and Lestrade shared a weary look as Sherlock and Anderson immediately started bickering again. Then Lestrade grinned and patted John on the shoulder.
“Come on, mate. There’s a pub over there. Let’s have a beer!”
Next 221b: The games people play
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AN:
Today's prompt was 'still/ staying still'.
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Date: 2012-09-05 09:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-05 09:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-05 09:47 pm (UTC)This huge flaw apart, I like it very much. I said it umpteen times before, but you're really good at dialogue.
“You were tampering with the evidence.”
“That’s my job!”
“Tampering with evidence is your job?”
*giggles*
Sherlock decided not to get off Anderson’s foot for a while longer.
*chortles*
Also, if "they" are Sherlock, John and Lestrade, “I never want to be locked in a dark cupboard with the three of you ever again” is a sentence I'll never say.
Pst! It's "ribs"! :-)
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Date: 2012-09-05 10:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-05 10:31 pm (UTC)"Sorry. Who's bum is that?"
(really, such high hopes.)
"Oy! You lot! Can we all act like adults and get out of here?"
Well, if Anderson(ew)and Sherlock are in there, my guese is no?
I hate to ask, but how did they get locked in the cupboard?
This was cute and the banter was hysterical but, you should use the
*i'm sorry tag* 'cause for a split second, I thought Anderson was...
well, let's just say ewww.
*commenting from the blanket fort* *waves*
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Date: 2012-09-05 11:27 pm (UTC)And this is what I am drinking with the lads!
http://www.oldspeckledhen.co.uk/
( my favorite beer that I have not had in years, alas.)
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Date: 2012-09-06 04:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-06 08:06 am (UTC)I don't even know who to pitty the most. Not Anderson though, that much I do know ;)