Say My Name 6/6
anonymous
January 21 2011, 23:40:27 UTC
"Hi Anthea," John says, and smiles broadly at her as he gets into the car. "I take it I'm meeting with Mycroft today?"
"Mm, no."
Out of the corner of her eye, she can see John look around the inside of the car. "Er," he begins. "Then why am I here?"
"Mycroft wants to talk to Sherlock," she says, and sends the text message to her boss (JW retrieved).
"So he kidnapped me?"
"Mycroft wants to talk to Sherlock alone," she clarifies. "You were on your way home, so he intercepted you."
"Right, of course. You want to talk to your brother in private, so instead of giving him a call like a normal person, you kidnap his flatmate," John mutters, but he doesn't sound angry, just exasperated.
Mycroft can be like that sometimes. She'd complained about how long it took to get to work once, and he'd found her a new apartment and scheduled movers for her, before she'd found out and had to explain to him that no, she hadn't meant it like that and yes, she wanted to stay in her current flat.
"That's how he does things," she agrees.
A few minutes pass in silence, before John's boredom gets the best of him; she can hear him shifting on the seat. "So..." he says. "Where are we going?"
"In circles, probably." She grins at his surprised laugh. "Really."
"Well," he says, settling back in his seat, a little closer to her this time, "At least I'm not alone. What are you working on?"
"Nothing." On a whim, she says, "But I have Scrabble on my phone. Would you like to play with me?"
"I'd love to," he replies.
John's winning by twenty points (but she's hoping to get "violin" down on a triple word score if John doesn't block the N) when the phone buzzes in his hand. "You have a text message," he says, and hands it to her.
It's from Mycroft, of course. Car en route to Baker Street. ETA 5 minutes.
"Five minutes left," she says, and hands the phone back. "It's still your turn. Hurry up."
She gets "violin" and has managed to reduce John's lead to only five points by the time the car pulls to a halt in front of 221B Baker Street. It's still John's turn when the door opens and Mycroft's umbrella taps against the side of the car. His voice is low and amused when he asks, "Enjoying yourself?"
John jumps, flushing, but she only gives Mycroft a quick grin as she holds her hand out for her phone back. "Quite, sir."
"Um." Their fingers brush when John hands the phone back ("Qi"? Really?). He glances over his shoulder at Mycroft for a moment, before saying quickly to her, "Do you want to continue this later? Maybe over drinks?"
She's startled enough to say the first thing that comes to mind, which is, "Did you just ask me out to a pub to play phone Scrabble with you?"
"It sounded a lot smoother in my head," he admits, getting out of the car reluctantly when Mycroft taps the tip of his umbrella against John's ankle. "What do you say?"
"Okay. I'll give you a call when I'm free."
"Great! That's great." John fumbles for his phone. "Do you have my number?"
"I can pull it from your file," she replies. She has to press her lips tightly together to smother the laugh that wants to escape when he blanches and looks over his shoulder at Mycroft again, who is waiting with every appearance of patience, hands folded over his umbrella.
"If that'll be all," Mycroft says with a pleasant smile, "We'd best be off."
Mycroft takes John's place in the seat next to her (though he isn't sitting nearly so close as John had been). John waves goodbye to her as the car pulls away. She waves back, then turns her attention back to her phone when he enters his flat.
Mycroft breaks the silence first. "Thirty minutes was enough then, I take it."
"Yes, sir," she says, and beams at him. "Thank you, sir."
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(this may or may not get polished up and thrown on my fic journal, depending on how much time I have and how easily I get distracted by other stuff <3)
Re: Say My Name 6/6
anonymous
January 22 2011, 01:53:26 UTC
Aw, this is sweet! And a very good explanation for the way "Anthea" acts in the show. I like the way you show how she views the world, and the adjustments she makes in order to cope.
Re: Say My Name 6/6dauntdrawsJanuary 22 2011, 02:14:55 UTC
Oh I love it! You did a -great- job with Anthea, you really fleshed out her character and kept her lovely and breezy. And the face blindness aspect was really fascinating.
I -love- that she emails Sherlock with silly pictures of himself, SO hilarious and her relationship with Mycroft is just wonderful. They both look out for each other in different ways and they come off as casual but there seems to be a lot of caring there.
AND JOHN. JOHN. <333333 I love how you wrote him! I'm so glad she finally explained why she didn't remember. Them being adorable over scrabble with each other and him asking her out...Ahhhh! I loved it.
Thank you SO SO much for the absolutely LOVELY fill, you are so very kind and I can't wait for you to reveal yourself so I can read your other works! :')
Re: Say My Name 6/6
anonymous
February 18 2011, 16:27:44 UTC
NotAnthea being faceblind is now my personal canon! There just aren't enough authors writing about it!
It's wonderfully true to my life (well, not the working for Mycroft part, but the faceblindness). I didn't even notice until she said it. I know how John was described but it was how I think of him so it was only at the very end that I really realised.
I'm sorry if I'm babbling but this just makes me so happy! Elena
"Hi Anthea," John says, and smiles broadly at her as he gets into the car. "I take it I'm meeting with Mycroft today?"
"Mm, no."
Out of the corner of her eye, she can see John look around the inside of the car. "Er," he begins. "Then why am I here?"
"Mycroft wants to talk to Sherlock," she says, and sends the text message to her boss (JW retrieved).
"So he kidnapped me?"
"Mycroft wants to talk to Sherlock alone," she clarifies. "You were on your way home, so he intercepted you."
"Right, of course. You want to talk to your brother in private, so instead of giving him a call like a normal person, you kidnap his flatmate," John mutters, but he doesn't sound angry, just exasperated.
Mycroft can be like that sometimes. She'd complained about how long it took to get to work once, and he'd found her a new apartment and scheduled movers for her, before she'd found out and had to explain to him that no, she hadn't meant it like that and yes, she wanted to stay in her current flat.
"That's how he does things," she agrees.
A few minutes pass in silence, before John's boredom gets the best of him; she can hear him shifting on the seat. "So..." he says. "Where are we going?"
"In circles, probably." She grins at his surprised laugh. "Really."
"Well," he says, settling back in his seat, a little closer to her this time, "At least I'm not alone. What are you working on?"
"Nothing." On a whim, she says, "But I have Scrabble on my phone. Would you like to play with me?"
"I'd love to," he replies.
John's winning by twenty points (but she's hoping to get "violin" down on a triple word score if John doesn't block the N) when the phone buzzes in his hand. "You have a text message," he says, and hands it to her.
It's from Mycroft, of course. Car en route to Baker Street. ETA 5 minutes.
"Five minutes left," she says, and hands the phone back. "It's still your turn. Hurry up."
She gets "violin" and has managed to reduce John's lead to only five points by the time the car pulls to a halt in front of 221B Baker Street. It's still John's turn when the door opens and Mycroft's umbrella taps against the side of the car. His voice is low and amused when he asks, "Enjoying yourself?"
John jumps, flushing, but she only gives Mycroft a quick grin as she holds her hand out for her phone back. "Quite, sir."
"Um." Their fingers brush when John hands the phone back ("Qi"? Really?). He glances over his shoulder at Mycroft for a moment, before saying quickly to her, "Do you want to continue this later? Maybe over drinks?"
She's startled enough to say the first thing that comes to mind, which is, "Did you just ask me out to a pub to play phone Scrabble with you?"
"It sounded a lot smoother in my head," he admits, getting out of the car reluctantly when Mycroft taps the tip of his umbrella against John's ankle. "What do you say?"
"Okay. I'll give you a call when I'm free."
"Great! That's great." John fumbles for his phone. "Do you have my number?"
"I can pull it from your file," she replies. She has to press her lips tightly together to smother the laugh that wants to escape when he blanches and looks over his shoulder at Mycroft again, who is waiting with every appearance of patience, hands folded over his umbrella.
"If that'll be all," Mycroft says with a pleasant smile, "We'd best be off."
Mycroft takes John's place in the seat next to her (though he isn't sitting nearly so close as John had been). John waves goodbye to her as the car pulls away. She waves back, then turns her attention back to her phone when he enters his flat.
Mycroft breaks the silence first. "Thirty minutes was enough then, I take it."
"Yes, sir," she says, and beams at him. "Thank you, sir."
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(this may or may not get polished up and thrown on my fic journal, depending on how much time I have and how easily I get distracted by other stuff <3)
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I -love- that she emails Sherlock with silly pictures of himself, SO hilarious and her relationship with Mycroft is just wonderful. They both look out for each other in different ways and they come off as casual but there seems to be a lot of caring there.
AND JOHN. JOHN. <333333 I love how you wrote him! I'm so glad she finally explained why she didn't remember. Them being adorable over scrabble with each other and him asking her out...Ahhhh! I loved it.
Thank you SO SO much for the absolutely LOVELY fill, you are so very kind and I can't wait for you to reveal yourself so I can read your other works! :')
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It's wonderfully true to my life (well, not the working for Mycroft part, but the faceblindness). I didn't even notice until she said it. I know how John was described but it was how I think of him so it was only at the very end that I really realised.
I'm sorry if I'm babbling but this just makes me so happy!
Elena
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