fic post: One More Way "The Great Game" Didn't End (Sherlock) (spoilers!)
Title: One More Way "The Great Game" Didn't End
Author: annlarimer
Spoilers/Warnings: Unlike the first installment, contains MASSIVE spoilers for "The Great Game."
Rating: PG
Summary: What it says on the tin.
Wordcount: 290ish.
Thanks: viedma 'cause I stole a line from her.
INT. The Reichenbach Public Swimming Baths. Night.
(Sherlock is pulling the bombcoat off John.)
John: GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFFFFFFFFFF!
Sherlock: Easy easy easy-- (he tosses the coat as far as he can, which isn't very far.)
(John goes all rubbery and collapses against the wall.
Sherlock is reduced to agitated hamster spins.)
John: Oh God Jesus agh agh agh that was what the hell was that!
Sherlock: I...that...you with the bombhugging thing...!
John: You're welcome.
Sherlock: I just I you do that...!
John: It's okay.
Sherlock: Can't! Make! Feely! Words!
John: It's okay. It's okay. I know you got the wire mommy.
Sherlock (clutching his head): She was sturdy!
(Moriarty slides back in. He has strapped on an electric guitar.)
Moriarty: Changed my mind. ENCORE! Then you die and I'm outta here!
(Moriarty fires up the guitar. John and Sherlock are all lit up with the scary red dots. Again.)
Moriarty: Ahahahahahahaaaaaaaaa!!! FREE BIRD!
John (pointing at Sherlock): Red. You.
Sherlock: Wire mommy...
Moriarty: Mwah! Mwahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! It's a good thing they don't know those are just laser pointers!
(John and Sherlock let this sink in.)
Moriarty: Oh, crap. I said that out loud, didn't I?
(John and Sherlock exchange glances. Then they look at Moriarty.)
Moriarty: It's just that I have a lot of cats...
(The little red lights flick off. We hear the sound of gunsels and minions beating feet.)
Sherlock (To John): Administer beatdown?
John: Oh Hell yeah.
Moriarty: Aw, c'mon, fellas, it's just my little -- Ow ow ow ow OW NOT THE FACE NOT THE FACE NOT THE FACE!!!
(We see Sherlock whaling on Moriarty with his own guitar, while John pelts him with bricks of plastic explosive...and FADE OUT.)
Author: annlarimer
Spoilers/Warnings: Unlike the first installment, contains MASSIVE spoilers for "The Great Game."
Rating: PG
Summary: What it says on the tin.
Wordcount: 290ish.
Thanks: viedma 'cause I stole a line from her.
INT. The Reichenbach Public Swimming Baths. Night.
(Sherlock is pulling the bombcoat off John.)
John: GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFFFFFFFFFF!
Sherlock: Easy easy easy-- (he tosses the coat as far as he can, which isn't very far.)
(John goes all rubbery and collapses against the wall.
Sherlock is reduced to agitated hamster spins.)
John: Oh God Jesus agh agh agh that was what the hell was that!
Sherlock: I...that...you with the bombhugging thing...!
John: You're welcome.
Sherlock: I just I you do that...!
John: It's okay.
Sherlock: Can't! Make! Feely! Words!
John: It's okay. It's okay. I know you got the wire mommy.
Sherlock (clutching his head): She was sturdy!
(Moriarty slides back in. He has strapped on an electric guitar.)
Moriarty: Changed my mind. ENCORE! Then you die and I'm outta here!
(Moriarty fires up the guitar. John and Sherlock are all lit up with the scary red dots. Again.)
Moriarty: Ahahahahahahaaaaaaaaa!!! FREE BIRD!
John (pointing at Sherlock): Red. You.
Sherlock: Wire mommy...
Moriarty: Mwah! Mwahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! It's a good thing they don't know those are just laser pointers!
(John and Sherlock let this sink in.)
Moriarty: Oh, crap. I said that out loud, didn't I?
(John and Sherlock exchange glances. Then they look at Moriarty.)
Moriarty: It's just that I have a lot of cats...
(The little red lights flick off. We hear the sound of gunsels and minions beating feet.)
Sherlock (To John): Administer beatdown?
John: Oh Hell yeah.
Moriarty: Aw, c'mon, fellas, it's just my little -- Ow ow ow ow OW NOT THE FACE NOT THE FACE NOT THE FACE!!!
(We see Sherlock whaling on Moriarty with his own guitar, while John pelts him with bricks of plastic explosive...and FADE OUT.)