Short fill (Mycroft, Lestrade, Jim, Molly)
Title: Short Fills (BBC Sherlock fic)
Author: notoriginalname
Pairing: gen
Characters: Mycroft, Lestrade, Jim, Molly, Sarah, Anthea
Summary: some stuff I've been posting anon
Because I haven't posted in a while due to laziness
Noses that are Brilliant (a homage to Mycroft's nose)
All noses, from the prominent nose of Cyrano de Bergerac to the squashed nose of Michelangelo, alter the course of history. Even in literature noses have power, the nose of Major Kovalyov for instance could wander as it pleased and caused all sorts of trouble. There are many wonderful and famous noses in the annals of history and literature indeed.
One nose eclipses all others in its greatness and although the truth is only known to a few, those few know how this very nose has changed the entire universe. This is the nose of Mycroft Holmes, a minor government official.
From an early age Mycroft had known he was different. His brother had often in fits of anger accused him of stinking his nose in other’s people’s business. At these fits Mycroft merely smiled and knew that his brother was wrong.
When Mycroft was 15 his nose ensured that he would meet the people who would eventually help him towards a job in the government. On Mycroft’s 20th birthday his nose had secured him a job as a government official, and Mycroft’s nose was running the country by Mycroft’s 25th year.
Mycroft knows that his nose makes sure he is where he needs to be at all times, and he sits down to tea with silent gratitude for this nameless hero.
Mycroft’s nose has saved millions of lives and averted countless numbers of disasters and it asks for nothing in return not even recognition. May we all be eternally grateful that such a nose exists and take time to enjoy all the wonderful scents in the world in appreciation.
Why Jim Became a Villain
Jim had been following Team Rocket for a while now. He was watching new recruits Jesse and James to decide the advantages of joining Team Rocket himself. Their assignment was to sneak into the Mayor’s house and steal the Mayor’s prized golden Persian statue. Jesse and James had been given four hours to prepare.
Jim was intrigued when they arrived in white costumes instead of Team Rocket’s customary black. The mission seemed to be going well as the two managed to sneak into the house without tripping any of the alarms.
The problems started when they had woken up the guards’ Growlithes on their way out. Jim watched from a tree as new recruits Jesse and James turned around and faced the guards instead of running away.
A spotlight appeared seemingly from nowhere and shone on the two. They were reciting a motto they had probably written in the time they were supposed to be planning.
He watched as Jesse spun in a circle while proclaiming, “To Denounce the Evils of Truth and Love!” and as James pointed and shouted some nonsense about stars. The two then proceeded to announce their names and the gang they hoped to work for loudly enough to wake the entire mansion.
They sent out their Pokémon to create a fog so that they could disappear but somehow managed to lose the statue in the process.
Jim thought it was beautiful. This was how crime should be: flashy with spectacular outfits and catchy mottos. It didn’t matter that they hadn’t successfully stolen the statue. They got recognition and attention! It all seemed much more fun then stealing things in the dark.
That was the day Jim decided to join Team Rocket.
Creepy Jim is Creepy
Jim Moriarty lived across the street from Sherlock, the HOTTEST and SMARTEST boy evah! Jim totally wrote him a song and everything. It’s about how awesome they would be as a couple (and about how his girlfriend is suuuper dumb).
Jim notices that Sherlock is in his room so he turns on the speakers he installed in the other boy’s room so that Sherlock can hear him play and sing the song (which he wrote about how awesome they would be as a couple).
You're on the phone with your girlfriend, She's upset
She's going off about something that you said
She doesn’t get your humour like I do
Jim smiled when he saw Sherlock frown and reach for his phone. Awww! He’s totally reenacting the song for Jim’s sake! Jim tries to hack into Sherlock’s phone but it takes more than a minute (which is how long it usually takes). Sherlock must have gotten his brother to update the security. No bother!
I'm in my room, it’s a typical Tuesday night
I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn’t like
And she'll never know your story like I do
Sherlock shuts his curtains. Then the speakers stop working, so Jim knows that Sherlock must have uninstalled them because he wanted to hear the song from Jim in person. SO CUTE!!!!
The next day Jim sits on the tree outside Sherlock’s chemistry class with his guitar. He sings into the microphone so that the song will be broadcasted on the school’s speakers.
Dreaming bout the day when you wake up and find
That what you're lookin’ for has been here the whole time
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see?
Sherlock looks out the window at Jim with his LOVEFILLED GAZE! And Jim can’t hold back his grin. He almost waves but then remembered that he's playing his guitar.
You belong with me
You belong with me
He sings and stares into Sherlock’s eyes. They were having a moment but then Sherlock’s girlfriend shows up in his stupid jumper. Sherlock seemed to lose interest and he and John (the suuuper dumb girlfriend who can’t take a hint and totally does not deserve Sherlock) leave to go out to lunch for Chinese food.
Jim so does not sulk and pout at this turn of events!
Jim leaves school early so he can surprise Sherlock (the HOTTEST and SMARTEST boy evah!). He decorates the Holmes’ back porch with dead flowers and hearts and other body parts and waits for Sherlock to come home.
Jim almost makes a HUGE and TERRIBLE mistake by starting to sing when John (the suuuper dumb girlfriend who has the worst taste in clothes and is not HOTT enough and SMART enough to even be allowed to exist in the same room as Sherlock (the HOTTEST and SMARTEST boy evah!)). He doesn’t though and Sherlock soon enters the kitchen.
His eyes meet Jim’s from across the screen door and Jim croons.
Standin’ by, waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know baby?
You belong with me
You belong with me
John (the slut) slams the door shut. Jim knows that they can still hear him so he finishes singing the last bit. He sings it so softly and sweetly that it almost brings a tear to his eye.
Have you ever thought just maybe
You belong with me
You belong with me
Mycroft/ Lestrade/ Cake
Lestrade certainly wasn't expecting this when he came home. Mycroft was sitting at the kitchen table with the remains of what was previously a giant cake. Frosting was smeared on his mouth and fingers.
When Lestrade cleared his breath, Mycroft looked up guiltily.
"Are you cheating on me?"
"I know it looks bad, but if you'll just listen." Mycroft says nervously starting to babble, "My feelings for you haven't changed. I still love you."
"How could you? I told you how I felt."
"I'm sorry! I couldn't resist."
"Were the hours we spent together meaningless?" It was at this time that Mycroft finally realized that Lestrade's gaze was focused intently on the cake and he wasn't in fact talking to Mycroft at all.
"The cake tried to resist most valiantly, but I was most convincing in my arguments. Perhaps the three of us can find a suitable arrangement?" Mycroft said looking hopefully at Lestrade.
"Fine. But just you and the cake. I don't want clothes or anything else interfering."
"You have our word."
Forever Yours (song inspired fic)
Mycroft and Anthea
“You look tired, sir. You should get some rest.” Her boss’s eyes were lined with dark circles and he was even resting his head on one hand.
“Thank you, Anthea. I’ll be done in a moment. There’s no sense in you waiting, though. You may go home.” He turns away from his secretary. Once she would have felt hurt by his words.
She pulls up a chair instead and deliberately sits down next to her boss. Anthea collects half the paperwork and begins to sort through it. She pretends not to see the grateful smile her boss sends her way and hides a smile of her own.
Skull and Umbrella
The skull had often admired the sleek umbrella from his place on the mantle. While the Holmes brothers sat silently, they talked for hours. The umbrella liked corners, and sunny days, and flowers. The skull had tried to give some flowers to the umbrella but Sherlock had used them in an experiment.
One day when the umbrella was visiting, the skull confessed to having loved the umbrella for a long time. The umbrella shifted and told the skull that she just wanted to enjoy his company.
The skull had faced the wall for a week, before realizing that he missed the umbrella’s company. From the other side of the door, he told the umbrella that he missed her. She came outside and, although he was already soaked, she opened up to protect him from the rain. They hopped down the street together laughing at the concerned glances from the other passerby’s.
Sarah and John
“John, what brings you over?” He was standing in the doorframe with a sad smile. It was clear he’d had another fight with Sherlock.
“Come in. I was just making dinner.”
“Sorry to interrupt. Is there anything I can do to help?” He looked dejected and clearly expected her to tell him to sit and wait.
“You can do the green-beans.” He looked up surprised. She smiled as she walked to the kitchen.
“It’s so clean.” John said clearly amazed.
“It’s a normal kitchen, John. You do remember what those look like?” They both chuckled at this, though it wasn’t particularly funny. Sarah started chopping things to put in the pasta. It was nice to be cooking with someone else. John was clearly enjoying himself and was even singing happily.
When he caught her looking he became embarrassed and stopped. Sarah turned back to the food she was preparing and started singing loudly. Her voice broke and it didn’t sound much like singing, but John joined in similarly out of key. They giggled and sang and chopped while the sun went down outside.
Viennese Waltz
Sherlock enters the room to the tapping of his shoes against the wooden floor and the rustling of the expensive clothes Moriarty had left for him. With no other choice he approaches Moriarty. They face each other and bow, illuminated by hundreds of candles.
Their hands join, Sherlock’s right to Moriarty’s left. Moriarty steps in and pulls the other man closer. His hand is firm against Sherlock’s back. Sherlock leans away from his captor. Moriarty’s eyes glimmer as he watches the reflection of Sherlock in his arms. Sherlock cranes his neck to look out the window.
The first touches of music fill the room and they begin to turn. Sherlock is rigid in Moriarty’s hold as they weave loops around the room. Every time Sherlock bends in Moriarty’s arms the man dips to his level and raises him up the next step.
Sherlock makes a step to continue away. Moriarty pulls him back and winds him closer. They spin even faster but Moriarty holds them in place. Their coat tails flutter unable to keep the furious pace of their ever-moving feet. Lights dance in Sherlock’s vision as the room blurs into swirls of black, gold, and cream. On the ceiling above the chandeliers Reason, Wisdom, and Enlightenment prevail over Chaos in beautiful detail.
Sherlock and Molly Watch Disney
It wasn't so much that they were watching together as it was what they were watching. After a long day's work John could only conclude that he was hallucinating. That would be the only reasonable explanation for the way Sherlock and Molly were snuggled together and crooning at each other about wanting to be cats.
"Everybody wants to be a caaaaaat!"
"Because a cat's the only cat!"
"Who knows where it's at!"
John's headache got worse as he imagined the two acquiring cats and trying to teach them to sing. He had no doubt that that was the next step. Too tired to stop the madness, John went to his room and hoped that when he woke up the apartment wouldn't be filled with howling cats.
Author: notoriginalname
Pairing: gen
Characters: Mycroft, Lestrade, Jim, Molly, Sarah, Anthea
Summary: some stuff I've been posting anon
Because I haven't posted in a while due to laziness
Noses that are Brilliant (a homage to Mycroft's nose)
All noses, from the prominent nose of Cyrano de Bergerac to the squashed nose of Michelangelo, alter the course of history. Even in literature noses have power, the nose of Major Kovalyov for instance could wander as it pleased and caused all sorts of trouble. There are many wonderful and famous noses in the annals of history and literature indeed.
One nose eclipses all others in its greatness and although the truth is only known to a few, those few know how this very nose has changed the entire universe. This is the nose of Mycroft Holmes, a minor government official.
From an early age Mycroft had known he was different. His brother had often in fits of anger accused him of stinking his nose in other’s people’s business. At these fits Mycroft merely smiled and knew that his brother was wrong.
When Mycroft was 15 his nose ensured that he would meet the people who would eventually help him towards a job in the government. On Mycroft’s 20th birthday his nose had secured him a job as a government official, and Mycroft’s nose was running the country by Mycroft’s 25th year.
Mycroft knows that his nose makes sure he is where he needs to be at all times, and he sits down to tea with silent gratitude for this nameless hero.
Mycroft’s nose has saved millions of lives and averted countless numbers of disasters and it asks for nothing in return not even recognition. May we all be eternally grateful that such a nose exists and take time to enjoy all the wonderful scents in the world in appreciation.
Why Jim Became a Villain
Jim had been following Team Rocket for a while now. He was watching new recruits Jesse and James to decide the advantages of joining Team Rocket himself. Their assignment was to sneak into the Mayor’s house and steal the Mayor’s prized golden Persian statue. Jesse and James had been given four hours to prepare.
Jim was intrigued when they arrived in white costumes instead of Team Rocket’s customary black. The mission seemed to be going well as the two managed to sneak into the house without tripping any of the alarms.
The problems started when they had woken up the guards’ Growlithes on their way out. Jim watched from a tree as new recruits Jesse and James turned around and faced the guards instead of running away.
A spotlight appeared seemingly from nowhere and shone on the two. They were reciting a motto they had probably written in the time they were supposed to be planning.
He watched as Jesse spun in a circle while proclaiming, “To Denounce the Evils of Truth and Love!” and as James pointed and shouted some nonsense about stars. The two then proceeded to announce their names and the gang they hoped to work for loudly enough to wake the entire mansion.
They sent out their Pokémon to create a fog so that they could disappear but somehow managed to lose the statue in the process.
Jim thought it was beautiful. This was how crime should be: flashy with spectacular outfits and catchy mottos. It didn’t matter that they hadn’t successfully stolen the statue. They got recognition and attention! It all seemed much more fun then stealing things in the dark.
That was the day Jim decided to join Team Rocket.
Creepy Jim is Creepy
Jim Moriarty lived across the street from Sherlock, the HOTTEST and SMARTEST boy evah! Jim totally wrote him a song and everything. It’s about how awesome they would be as a couple (and about how his girlfriend is suuuper dumb).
Jim notices that Sherlock is in his room so he turns on the speakers he installed in the other boy’s room so that Sherlock can hear him play and sing the song (which he wrote about how awesome they would be as a couple).
You're on the phone with your girlfriend, She's upset
She's going off about something that you said
She doesn’t get your humour like I do
Jim smiled when he saw Sherlock frown and reach for his phone. Awww! He’s totally reenacting the song for Jim’s sake! Jim tries to hack into Sherlock’s phone but it takes more than a minute (which is how long it usually takes). Sherlock must have gotten his brother to update the security. No bother!
I'm in my room, it’s a typical Tuesday night
I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn’t like
And she'll never know your story like I do
Sherlock shuts his curtains. Then the speakers stop working, so Jim knows that Sherlock must have uninstalled them because he wanted to hear the song from Jim in person. SO CUTE!!!!
The next day Jim sits on the tree outside Sherlock’s chemistry class with his guitar. He sings into the microphone so that the song will be broadcasted on the school’s speakers.
Dreaming bout the day when you wake up and find
That what you're lookin’ for has been here the whole time
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see?
Sherlock looks out the window at Jim with his LOVEFILLED GAZE! And Jim can’t hold back his grin. He almost waves but then remembered that he's playing his guitar.
You belong with me
You belong with me
He sings and stares into Sherlock’s eyes. They were having a moment but then Sherlock’s girlfriend shows up in his stupid jumper. Sherlock seemed to lose interest and he and John (the suuuper dumb girlfriend who can’t take a hint and totally does not deserve Sherlock) leave to go out to lunch for Chinese food.
Jim so does not sulk and pout at this turn of events!
Jim leaves school early so he can surprise Sherlock (the HOTTEST and SMARTEST boy evah!). He decorates the Holmes’ back porch with dead flowers and hearts and other body parts and waits for Sherlock to come home.
Jim almost makes a HUGE and TERRIBLE mistake by starting to sing when John (the suuuper dumb girlfriend who has the worst taste in clothes and is not HOTT enough and SMART enough to even be allowed to exist in the same room as Sherlock (the HOTTEST and SMARTEST boy evah!)). He doesn’t though and Sherlock soon enters the kitchen.
His eyes meet Jim’s from across the screen door and Jim croons.
Standin’ by, waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know baby?
You belong with me
You belong with me
John (the slut) slams the door shut. Jim knows that they can still hear him so he finishes singing the last bit. He sings it so softly and sweetly that it almost brings a tear to his eye.
Have you ever thought just maybe
You belong with me
You belong with me
Mycroft/ Lestrade/ Cake
Lestrade certainly wasn't expecting this when he came home. Mycroft was sitting at the kitchen table with the remains of what was previously a giant cake. Frosting was smeared on his mouth and fingers.
When Lestrade cleared his breath, Mycroft looked up guiltily.
"Are you cheating on me?"
"I know it looks bad, but if you'll just listen." Mycroft says nervously starting to babble, "My feelings for you haven't changed. I still love you."
"How could you? I told you how I felt."
"I'm sorry! I couldn't resist."
"Were the hours we spent together meaningless?" It was at this time that Mycroft finally realized that Lestrade's gaze was focused intently on the cake and he wasn't in fact talking to Mycroft at all.
"The cake tried to resist most valiantly, but I was most convincing in my arguments. Perhaps the three of us can find a suitable arrangement?" Mycroft said looking hopefully at Lestrade.
"Fine. But just you and the cake. I don't want clothes or anything else interfering."
"You have our word."
Forever Yours (song inspired fic)
Mycroft and Anthea
“You look tired, sir. You should get some rest.” Her boss’s eyes were lined with dark circles and he was even resting his head on one hand.
“Thank you, Anthea. I’ll be done in a moment. There’s no sense in you waiting, though. You may go home.” He turns away from his secretary. Once she would have felt hurt by his words.
She pulls up a chair instead and deliberately sits down next to her boss. Anthea collects half the paperwork and begins to sort through it. She pretends not to see the grateful smile her boss sends her way and hides a smile of her own.
Skull and Umbrella
The skull had often admired the sleek umbrella from his place on the mantle. While the Holmes brothers sat silently, they talked for hours. The umbrella liked corners, and sunny days, and flowers. The skull had tried to give some flowers to the umbrella but Sherlock had used them in an experiment.
One day when the umbrella was visiting, the skull confessed to having loved the umbrella for a long time. The umbrella shifted and told the skull that she just wanted to enjoy his company.
The skull had faced the wall for a week, before realizing that he missed the umbrella’s company. From the other side of the door, he told the umbrella that he missed her. She came outside and, although he was already soaked, she opened up to protect him from the rain. They hopped down the street together laughing at the concerned glances from the other passerby’s.
Sarah and John
“John, what brings you over?” He was standing in the doorframe with a sad smile. It was clear he’d had another fight with Sherlock.
“Come in. I was just making dinner.”
“Sorry to interrupt. Is there anything I can do to help?” He looked dejected and clearly expected her to tell him to sit and wait.
“You can do the green-beans.” He looked up surprised. She smiled as she walked to the kitchen.
“It’s so clean.” John said clearly amazed.
“It’s a normal kitchen, John. You do remember what those look like?” They both chuckled at this, though it wasn’t particularly funny. Sarah started chopping things to put in the pasta. It was nice to be cooking with someone else. John was clearly enjoying himself and was even singing happily.
When he caught her looking he became embarrassed and stopped. Sarah turned back to the food she was preparing and started singing loudly. Her voice broke and it didn’t sound much like singing, but John joined in similarly out of key. They giggled and sang and chopped while the sun went down outside.
Viennese Waltz
Sherlock enters the room to the tapping of his shoes against the wooden floor and the rustling of the expensive clothes Moriarty had left for him. With no other choice he approaches Moriarty. They face each other and bow, illuminated by hundreds of candles.
Their hands join, Sherlock’s right to Moriarty’s left. Moriarty steps in and pulls the other man closer. His hand is firm against Sherlock’s back. Sherlock leans away from his captor. Moriarty’s eyes glimmer as he watches the reflection of Sherlock in his arms. Sherlock cranes his neck to look out the window.
The first touches of music fill the room and they begin to turn. Sherlock is rigid in Moriarty’s hold as they weave loops around the room. Every time Sherlock bends in Moriarty’s arms the man dips to his level and raises him up the next step.
Sherlock makes a step to continue away. Moriarty pulls him back and winds him closer. They spin even faster but Moriarty holds them in place. Their coat tails flutter unable to keep the furious pace of their ever-moving feet. Lights dance in Sherlock’s vision as the room blurs into swirls of black, gold, and cream. On the ceiling above the chandeliers Reason, Wisdom, and Enlightenment prevail over Chaos in beautiful detail.
Sherlock and Molly Watch Disney
It wasn't so much that they were watching together as it was what they were watching. After a long day's work John could only conclude that he was hallucinating. That would be the only reasonable explanation for the way Sherlock and Molly were snuggled together and crooning at each other about wanting to be cats.
"Everybody wants to be a caaaaaat!"
"Because a cat's the only cat!"
"Who knows where it's at!"
John's headache got worse as he imagined the two acquiring cats and trying to teach them to sing. He had no doubt that that was the next step. Too tired to stop the madness, John went to his room and hoped that when he woke up the apartment wouldn't be filled with howling cats.