The Engagement (1/?)
anonymous
September 23 2010, 03:22:29 UTC
Um, I'm not really used to writing WiPs, so this will be fairly seat-of-the-pants. We'll see how that goes.
Oh, and this takes place in a vaguely modern AU royalty world that probably only makes sense in my head.
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"Congratulations," Lestrade says when Sherlock passes him by Monday morning.
Sherlock is more interested in reviewing his case notes on the subject of Lady Soo-Lin's missing hairpin than listening to whatever Lestrade has decided to bore him with today, which is why it takes him a moment to respond. "I was not aware that I had accomplished anything that was worth congratulations in the past day," Sherlock says when it becomes obvious that the footman will not take his silence as an acceptable answer. His last case was resolved more than a week ago, and he has not been very successful as of yet with his new one. Sherlock is certain that there is a pattern the markings left at the crime scene, but their meaning is still uncertain, even to his mind. He's sure he'll figure it out eventually. It's just a matter of time.
Lestrade raises an eyebrow, as if he's uncertain if Sherlock is taking the piss or not. "It's been all over the news," he says. "They just announced it this morning."
Sherlock has never bothered with the news, because the anchors are so very dull, and the fun is taken out of it completely once you know that ninety percent of what they say has been carefully vetted by Mycroft's censors. Sherlock has never been one for idle gossip, but he supposes that he should care when the subject is himself. It does help him anticipate the odd stares and nervous titters whenever he enters a room. "What's been announced?" Sherlock says. If this one is anything like the past few announcements, it involves Mycroft greatly exaggerating Sherlock's abilities in order to intimidate the neighboring kingdoms. As if Sherlock could be bothered to play at spy games.
And that's how Sherlock finds himself calculating exactly how much force he would need to put into a punch in order to wipe the smug smile off Mycroft's face.
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There is a joke on the Continent that goes something like this:
Q: "How many Britishmen does it take to change a lightbulb?"
A: "Ten. One to provide a lightbulb, one to dispute the claim the first has on the lightbulb, and eight to make meaningless treaties so ensure that they have rights to the lightbulb on the other side of the room."
Most of the commoners on the British Isles find this joke hilarious.
Oh, and this takes place in a vaguely modern AU royalty world that probably only makes sense in my head.
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"Congratulations," Lestrade says when Sherlock passes him by Monday morning.
Sherlock is more interested in reviewing his case notes on the subject of Lady Soo-Lin's missing hairpin than listening to whatever Lestrade has decided to bore him with today, which is why it takes him a moment to respond. "I was not aware that I had accomplished anything that was worth congratulations in the past day," Sherlock says when it becomes obvious that the footman will not take his silence as an acceptable answer. His last case was resolved more than a week ago, and he has not been very successful as of yet with his new one. Sherlock is certain that there is a pattern the markings left at the crime scene, but their meaning is still uncertain, even to his mind. He's sure he'll figure it out eventually. It's just a matter of time.
Lestrade raises an eyebrow, as if he's uncertain if Sherlock is taking the piss or not. "It's been all over the news," he says. "They just announced it this morning."
Sherlock has never bothered with the news, because the anchors are so very dull, and the fun is taken out of it completely once you know that ninety percent of what they say has been carefully vetted by Mycroft's censors. Sherlock has never been one for idle gossip, but he supposes that he should care when the subject is himself. It does help him anticipate the odd stares and nervous titters whenever he enters a room. "What's been announced?" Sherlock says. If this one is anything like the past few announcements, it involves Mycroft greatly exaggerating Sherlock's abilities in order to intimidate the neighboring kingdoms. As if Sherlock could be bothered to play at spy games.
"Your engagement," Lestrade says, utterly perplexed.
And that's how Sherlock finds himself calculating exactly how much force he would need to put into a punch in order to wipe the smug smile off Mycroft's face.
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There is a joke on the Continent that goes something like this:
Q: "How many Britishmen does it take to change a lightbulb?"
A: "Ten. One to provide a lightbulb, one to dispute the claim the first has on the lightbulb, and eight to make meaningless treaties so ensure that they have rights to the lightbulb on the other side of the room."
Most of the commoners on the British Isles find this joke hilarious.
Most of the royalty do not.
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