The Adventures of Channel 221 Evening News (3e/?)
anonymous
July 14 2011, 02:27:19 UTC
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Sherlock crashes through the doors of the newsroom, his coat flying behind him.
“Where-!”
The scene he intrudes on is completely normal. He can see Anderson and Donovan in the studio through the glass wall of the newsroom, their actual words muted by the soundproof glass. Everyone else is simply lounging around as normal.
“Oh! Sherlock! Where’s John, wasn’t he with you?”
Sherlock ignores this, scanning the room. Who’s missing...? There’s Molly, and Mike, and Harriet, and Mrs. Hudson. There’s Greg. Who’s not present? What’s different? Wait-
“-the lighting system! It’s different, why is it different?”
“Well, because we got it replaced, didn’t you know?”
That’s when Donovan puts a hand to her earpiece with a surprised expression. She half turns, looking more than a little angry. Then all color drains from her face. Just visible behind her is the silhouette of a man in a suit. He is holding a gun, which is trained on Donovan. Anderson starts violently, nearly jumping away from her.
Molly, in the newsroom, jumps out of her chair.
Greg shoots out of his chair, bellowing at the tech crew.
“Get sound in here, now! I want to hear every word they’re saying!”
A harassed sound engineer pushes a few buttons with fumbling fingers, and sound comes through on the newsroom speakers. It’s the sound of Sally speaking, jerkily, gasping as if she’s trying not to panic.
“-a message for...Mr. Sherlock Holmes, delivered through...this bitch-I am the-the man called Moriarty-Jim Moriarty, actually-” Molly gives a little cry and leaps to her feet.
“No, no! That’s a lie!”
The man, standing in shadow, gives a sort of patronising half-bow and steps out into the light.
“Jim! But-but how-”
“-and I’m...very disappointed in you, Sherlock” Donovan continues, helplessly, her eyes darting back and forth frantically as Moriarty presses the barrel of his gun to her head. “...for not...keeping our appointment...this afternoon. So...I’ve rigged this whole station with...explosives! No...puzzle this time, Sherlock. You can’t...use that...phenomenal...brain of yours...to get out of this. It’s been...fun, but I’ve better...things to do.”
Moriarty turns to go, then turns back. He mutters something into a small microphone in his hand, and Donovan touches her earpiece, continuing.
“Just...for fun, I’ll give you ten minutes...to try and figure out...where the bombs are...and how their detonated...that’s a fair chance, don’t...you think?”
With that, he sweeps out. The studio, is, as always in the face of shock, dead silent.
Sherlock stands motionless in the corner, his eyes half-closed, stone-faced.
“Cataclysm,” he murmurs. “Calamity, disaster. All synonyms for catastrophe.”
Re: The Adventures of Channel 221 Evening News (3e/?)
anonymous
July 14 2011, 03:12:38 UTC
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!! ^extent of my brain function right now. John! Do something! SAVE THE DAY. Sherlock neeeeeeeds you! Also the dinner. Oh my god. Yes. Sherlock, you are in love. John, you are in love. OPEN YOUR EYES, BOYS. In other words, hi there, glad you started this au, I really haven't been much use as beta, but that's all right because this is ACE.
Sherlock crashes through the doors of the newsroom, his coat flying behind him.
“Where-!”
The scene he intrudes on is completely normal. He can see Anderson and Donovan in the studio through the glass wall of the newsroom, their actual words muted by the soundproof glass. Everyone else is simply lounging around as normal.
“Oh! Sherlock! Where’s John, wasn’t he with you?”
Sherlock ignores this, scanning the room. Who’s missing...? There’s Molly, and Mike, and Harriet, and Mrs. Hudson. There’s Greg. Who’s not present? What’s different? Wait-
“-the lighting system! It’s different, why is it different?”
“Well, because we got it replaced, didn’t you know?”
That’s when Donovan puts a hand to her earpiece with a surprised expression. She half turns, looking more than a little angry. Then all color drains from her face. Just visible behind her is the silhouette of a man in a suit. He is holding a gun, which is trained on Donovan. Anderson starts violently, nearly jumping away from her.
Molly, in the newsroom, jumps out of her chair.
Greg shoots out of his chair, bellowing at the tech crew.
“Get sound in here, now! I want to hear every word they’re saying!”
A harassed sound engineer pushes a few buttons with fumbling fingers, and sound comes through on the newsroom speakers. It’s the sound of Sally speaking, jerkily, gasping as if she’s trying not to panic.
“-a message for...Mr. Sherlock Holmes, delivered through...this bitch-I am the-the man called Moriarty-Jim Moriarty, actually-” Molly gives a little cry and leaps to her feet.
“No, no! That’s a lie!”
The man, standing in shadow, gives a sort of patronising half-bow and steps out into the light.
“Jim! But-but how-”
“-and I’m...very disappointed in you, Sherlock” Donovan continues, helplessly, her eyes darting back and forth frantically as Moriarty presses the barrel of his gun to her head. “...for not...keeping our appointment...this afternoon. So...I’ve rigged this whole station with...explosives! No...puzzle this time, Sherlock. You can’t...use that...phenomenal...brain of yours...to get out of this. It’s been...fun, but I’ve better...things to do.”
Moriarty turns to go, then turns back. He mutters something into a small microphone in his hand, and Donovan touches her earpiece, continuing.
“Just...for fun, I’ll give you ten minutes...to try and figure out...where the bombs are...and how their detonated...that’s a fair chance, don’t...you think?”
With that, he sweeps out. The studio, is, as always in the face of shock, dead silent.
Sherlock stands motionless in the corner, his eyes half-closed, stone-faced.
“Cataclysm,” he murmurs. “Calamity, disaster. All synonyms for catastrophe.”
Short part is short. Blame the character limits.
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^extent of my brain function right now.
John! Do something! SAVE THE DAY. Sherlock neeeeeeeds you!
Also the dinner.
Oh my god.
Yes.
Sherlock, you are in love.
John, you are in love.
OPEN YOUR EYES, BOYS.
In other words, hi there, glad you started this au, I really haven't been much use as beta, but that's all right because this is ACE.
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He has to remind himself that this it ridiculous, because he’s not infatuated with Sherlock, he’s...pleasantly attracted to him.
AWWWW! Sweet and funny. But then dang it, he had to go and scare Sherlock off by drawing attention to the whole, you know, date thing.
AHHHH! And then the end was intense! Oh man, come on John, save everyone!
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