fic: A Date Worse (221b ficlet)
Title: A Date Worse
Author: fengirl88
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Pairing/Characters: Anderson, Donovan, mentions of Mycroft, Sherlock
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Wordcount: 221
Disclaimer: They're still not mine.
Summary: Nobody's ever got under his skin the way Sherlock does. Sequel to Bet, and probably makes more sense if you've read that first.
A/N: I wanted to write something for rusty_armour 's birthday; that was yesterday, and this is not how it was supposed to turn out... Thanks to kalypso_v for the beta and blooms84 for aiding and abetting.
A Date Worse
“Don’t know why you agreed to it anyway,” Sally says.
Anderson’s sweating just thinking about it. Spending a whole evening with Sherlock Holmes. On what is officially a date.
He'd kept saying no, but Sherlock kept asking, and then -
“I met his brother,” he says. “He - was quite persuasive.”
“Oh.” He doesn't need to say any more. She’s had dealings with Mycroft Holmes herself and you don’t forget that once it’s happened to you.
Big black car and a warehouse. He’s always hated film noir, thrillers, all that. Work’s a way of taming the fear, making everything logical. Knowable.
He hates the madness and chaos that Sherlock brings in his wake. Hates that he’s the one to solve things. When Sherlock turns up unannounced at crime scenes, humiliates him publicly, won’t even wear the bloody suit, Anderson wants to strangle him with his overpriced scarf. Sometimes he dreams he’s doing it.
Nobody’s ever got under his skin the way Sherlock does.
“So what are you wearing?” Sally asks.
“Shut up.”
She’s enjoying this. Some kind of revenge for the way he treated her. He knows he was a shit but hasn't he been punished enough already?
“Let’s hope Freak doesn’t want to shag you,” Sally says, laughing.
Oh God.
She smirks. “Just lie back, close your eyes and think of brontosauruses.”
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