Fic: 221B - Old reliable

[anarion]

Title: Old reliable
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.






Previous 221b: Dates and birds



Today's prompt: source

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Old reliable


He walked towards her and her heart skipped a beat.

He was so pretty, his dark hair, his multi-coloured eyes, his sharp cheekbones, his body in those fancy clothes and that coat. He was unusual, not like the other men she knew. He even had an unusual name. Sherlock Holmes. Sometimes she whispered that name in the dark and wished he would hear her. He never would. He didn’t even see her. Not really.

She felt like swooning every time he talked to her, although she knew that he only came when he needed something from her, information or clues, smiling that fake smile at her. He was good though. She believed in that smile, until she saw a real one, directed at that blond man he recently did not seem to be able to part from. A friend. She didn’t have friends; she was too shy, too insecure.

She tried to draw it out, keep him there a little bit longer, but he was in a hurry. He always was. There always was someone or something more interesting than her.

She watched him leave, his coat twirling behind him as he joined his friend. He had already forgotten about her, had forgotten the slender homeless girl, clenching his money in her hand on a windy afternoon, alone on her bench.




Next 221b: Pillars of gold


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AN:
The prompt was 'source'.

This is a little extra that I wrote waiting at the airport because life decided to throw some rocks at me and made me miss my flight. Verity's prompt kept me company until I could get another flight. ;)

Also, I'm back!









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Comments

[atlinmerrick.livejournal.com]

What a superb use of the prompt. This is sad and just right.

[treelight.livejournal.com]

Aw, and once more I proofed that I happily follow every false trail. Naturally, I thought this was about Molly, but in the end it turned out so much better.

Also, I missed your stories those last few days!

[atlinmerrick.livejournal.com]

I too thought it sounded much like Molly, but we've learned by now, with this wily Anarion, that she makes us think one thing always in order to unveil something completely different. She does not disappoint, because this was perfect.

[verityburns.livejournal.com]

Gosh, that's really powerful!

I was thinking Molly, but this is so much better - I'm feeling oddly proud at having come up with a prompt which would produce this, it's wonderful!

[chocolamousse.livejournal.com]

ANARION'S READERS (cheering): You're back! Hurrah!
ANARION (mumbling): Yeah, I'm back. Holidays are over. Dammit.
:D

He was so pretty, his dark hair, his multi-coloured eyes, his sharp cheekbones, his body in those fancy clothes and that coat.
Well, yes, but I'm sure he would be prettier without those fancy clothes and that coat. Just saying.

Aaand of course it had to be Molly so it couldn't be Molly because, all together now, Anarion doesn't do obvious. Clever and touching!

[purrculier1.livejournal.com]

Sherlock Holmes. Sometimes she whispered that name in the dark and wished he would hear her.
Been there, done that, bought the tee-shirt, and now a member of Sherlock Anonymous{we meet in the Rose Bowl and it's still not big enough :)}

She believed in that smile, until she saw a real one, directed at that blond man he recently did not seem to be able to part from.
*Sighs* Let me add Watson Anonymous to that list *Sighs* again

Sneaky Anarion taking the path of greater heartbreak. Thought it was Molly like everyone else, and you surprised me. should start reading tags first again, but it seems like cheating and I do love your sneaky twists. This is beautiful and a powerful look from an outsider's point of view at how John already has Sherlock's heart. yes, tag says pre-slash,{poot} but not by much and I'll just bet your sorry :p

... had forgotten the slender homeless girl, clenching his money in her hand on a windy afternoon, alone on her bench.
Twenty words and that will be an image to break my heart for the rest of the night. Amazing, just amazing.

HUZZAH! you're back! Hope you had a good time, you did didn't you?
aside from the time in Airport Limbo? (or was it purgatory?)
HUZZAH! again 'cause you made it back safe. :D

[rox712.livejournal.com]

He, I'm back too, and it turns out I'm not that much back on your stories. Hope you had as much fun as I had and damn the misscomunication and not meeting at the southbank.

I think after all those funny 221bs we had, this really had to happen. *sniffs* That description of him! I could see Sherlock perfectly. (I wish!)