Elementary fic: "Four things involving Clyde the Tortoise" part 3/4, completed
Title: Four things involving Clyde the Tortoise.
For Awanderingbard's birthday.
Warning: some chapters are less fluffy than others.
Author: Keenir.
Summaries:
--chapter 1: I do not believe that word means what you think it does.
--chapter 2: Clyde solves a case.
--chapter 3: Rachel Howell.
--chapter 4: What could possibly go wrong?
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters of the Canon, nor of their interpretations. I make no money from any of this.
Rating: pg13/mature.
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'Just shy of hysterical' Sherlock would later say was his opinion of Rachel Howell, 'and that was when she was neither yelling nor hyperventilating.'
When Joan and Detective Bell brought Rachel over earlier that afternoon, Sherlock was laying on the floor, engaged in what looked to Joan like a staring contest with their tortoise. Joan was an old uni mate, as Sherlock understood it; and Bell was a dinner date. I really need to speak with Watson about using the Brownstone to host others' dates - once can easily become a pattern, if left unremarked-upon.
"Oh, that's cute," Rachel said, walking over to take a closer look at - "Wait, I know that mar on his shell," and her jaw dropped. "TREVOR!" Rachel screamed excitedly, which brought out Ms. Hudson to see what the commotion was.
"Trevor?" Joan asked. "You named your tortoise after the guy who dumped you because he thought the Navy had a no-dating policy?"
Rachel nodded.
"The poor chap," Sherlock said.
"Not really."
"No, not the buffoon, of course," Sherlock said. "I was speaking instead of the tortoise in our midst."
"It's your fault, Joan," Rachel said.
"Mine?" Joan asked while Holmes and Bell asked "Hers?"
"You talked me out of the first name I was going to name this little guy here."
"It wasn't an appropriate name," Joan said.
"What was the name?" Sherlock asked.
"I liked it," Rachel said.
Joan shook her head.
"The name?" Sherlock repeated.
"Fluffy."
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the end
For Awanderingbard's birthday.
Warning: some chapters are less fluffy than others.
Author: Keenir.
Summaries:
--chapter 1: I do not believe that word means what you think it does.
--chapter 2: Clyde solves a case.
--chapter 3: Rachel Howell.
--chapter 4: What could possibly go wrong?
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters of the Canon, nor of their interpretations. I make no money from any of this.
Rating: pg13/mature.
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'Just shy of hysterical' Sherlock would later say was his opinion of Rachel Howell, 'and that was when she was neither yelling nor hyperventilating.'
When Joan and Detective Bell brought Rachel over earlier that afternoon, Sherlock was laying on the floor, engaged in what looked to Joan like a staring contest with their tortoise. Joan was an old uni mate, as Sherlock understood it; and Bell was a dinner date. I really need to speak with Watson about using the Brownstone to host others' dates - once can easily become a pattern, if left unremarked-upon.
"Oh, that's cute," Rachel said, walking over to take a closer look at - "Wait, I know that mar on his shell," and her jaw dropped. "TREVOR!" Rachel screamed excitedly, which brought out Ms. Hudson to see what the commotion was.
"Trevor?" Joan asked. "You named your tortoise after the guy who dumped you because he thought the Navy had a no-dating policy?"
Rachel nodded.
"The poor chap," Sherlock said.
"Not really."
"No, not the buffoon, of course," Sherlock said. "I was speaking instead of the tortoise in our midst."
"It's your fault, Joan," Rachel said.
"Mine?" Joan asked while Holmes and Bell asked "Hers?"
"You talked me out of the first name I was going to name this little guy here."
"It wasn't an appropriate name," Joan said.
"What was the name?" Sherlock asked.
"I liked it," Rachel said.
Joan shook her head.
"The name?" Sherlock repeated.
"Fluffy."
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the end