Re: Fill Continuation (e)stickstockstoneApril 15 2011, 18:19:49 UTC
"I was just looking for you." Watson continues, facing Lestrade. Sherlock frowns at this, before wondering whether or not taking pictures of someone with their consent is socially acceptable, or if he should just mime a phone call and snap wildly. "The report I just gave you- on Mr.Stevens? I was hoping to grab it back real quick. Forgot to make a copy for my records, but it looks like that won't be happening." He sighs, "I don't suppose you made an extra copy or two, by any chance?"
Lestrade makes a noise that is either a laugh or a sob, hunching his shoulders forward as they shake with what may be amusement or may be grief; the remaining potassium bicarbonate on his person flies everywhere, as if he is encased in his own personal snow fall. Had Sherlock not been standing so close to Watson, he would entirely missed the tiny smile and muttered "...Like Christmas." that escapes him.
Something in Sherlock's chest lurches desperately at this, and before he quite realizes what he's doing, he's clawing at his coat pockets only to grab and extract the rolled up stack of charred reports to shove at Watson. Watson starts at the sudden appearance of pages in his face, and between both quick movements flakes of ash scatter. Sherlock ignores both.
"Yes."
"I- what?" John's eyes dart around, hoping for an explanation of why he narrowly avoided have his face lacerated with paper cuts. Lestrade is entirely unhelpful, although his sobs have graduated to gasping chuckles.
"I made an extra copy. Or two. Here." Sherlock pulls the pages back to flip through them in an attempt to find a report of acceptable quality for John.
"Oh." John hesitantly extends a hand towards the not-quite-as-burnt report that has again been shoved towards his face. "Thank you? But... why do you have so many?"
"Wallpaper." Sherlock mumbles, rolling up the remaining reports to hide within his coat.
"What?"
Perhaps it's not good to admit you wish to paper your walls with a forensics report. "Do you have a first name?"
"...Yes." There is a pause. "It's John."
John. John. Marvelous. Sherlock smiles; it is entirely involuntary, and he's aware that it's the smile that shows a bit too much teeth, but he is far too ecstatic to care. "Fantastic. My name is Sherlock."
"Yes. I know. We've met twice now."
"Three times, if you count this instance."
John's confused smile is easily the most adorable things Sherlock has ever seen; the step he takes towards John because of that fact is also entirely involuntary.
"Do you have a mobile number, John?"
"Yes." John has to tilt his head up to look at him, and Sherlock takes the time to memorize how his eyebrows have drawn together in confusion, most likely over Sherlock's inability to observe personal space.
Sherlock waits.
"It's... it's in the report. My mobile number. On the last page, in case anyone needs to contact me. Regarding the report."
Sherlock blinks, and rips the report copies from his pocket with such force that half of them are blown away. And there it is, on the last page, underneath a nearly illegible signature, is a number. He has had it this entire time. He has had John Watson's mobile number in his hands for the past hour, and he never noticed. That he should be so pathetically unobservant is simply unthinkable; it fills him with loathing.
That statement throws Lestrade, who had managed to calm down, into slightly hysterical giggles. Sherlock glares at him, tosses the remaining pages into the air with disgust, and stomps off.
You all are pretty much the most fantastic beings in existence; thanks for sticking around with this, I know it's taking forever! I can't even express how much gratitude I have, believe me.
Re: Fill Continuation (e)stickstockstoneApril 16 2011, 00:47:19 UTC
This is one of the most wonderful Sherlock/John fics I've ever read. Sherlock is such the smitten kitten! He's so hopeless. It's adorable without being TOO cute, and it's also freaking hysterical. I laugh out loud like a loon every time I read this.
"Sherlock finds it wonderfully endearing, and is fumbling with the camera on his mobile"
"Watson subtly shifts away from the worst of it. Sherlock subtly shifts towards Watson."
Had Sherlock not been standing so close to Watson, he would entirely missed the tiny smile and muttered "...Like Christmas." that escapes him. Something in Sherlock's chest lurches desperately at this, and before he quite realizes what he's doing, he's clawing at his coat pockets only to grab and extract the rolled up stack of charred reports to shove at Watson.
"It's... it's in the report. My mobile number. On the last page, in case anyone needs to contact me. Regarding the report." Sherlock blinks, and rips the report copies from his pocket with such force that half of them are blown away.
Crap I could quote the whole thing! Seriously... I want this FOREVER!
Re: Fill Continuation (e)skipchatApril 24 2011, 15:23:03 UTC
Bwahhahahahahahaha! This is pure comedy GOLD, I tell you! Adorable!Crushing!Sherlock and GentlyConfused!John. Rom-coms chick flicks, eat your heart out. And your descriptions of Sherlock's actions in Parts C-E are such that I can SEE it happening, in my fevered mind.
"Sherlock glares at him, tosses the remaining pages into the air with disgust, and stomps off." Yeah, he's going to flounce back to 221B, to eat a half-gallon of chocolate ice cream, bitch at his skull, and blow up something in the kitchen. Followed by *hours* of tracing hearts around the written initials SH & JW. ;D
Now, I just *have* to YouTube Paul Anka's "Puppy Love"...
"Someone, help me, help me, help me please Is the answer up above. How can I, how can I tell them This is not a puppy love."
Re: Fill Continuation (e)vnoviceApril 26 2011, 08:23:29 UTC
Absolutely lovely! Poor John. Now that Sherlock has his number, he'll never get a break.
JW-"hello?" SH-"Where are you? Why aren't you at the crime scene in Cardiff?" JW-"What? Who is this?" / SH-"John wouldn't be asking stupid questions, Anderson." "John would see-" "John would say-" GL-"Oh God, make it stop! Where's Watson, damnit?" / JW-"Why do you need me at this crime scene again?" GL-"Just come, will you? He won't shut up."
Re: Fill Continuation (e)stickstockstoneMay 21 2011, 04:35:28 UTC
Yes, i definitely plan to (in regards to both continuing and posting on my journal)! I like to wait until it's all finished/been post on kinkmeme. Then I make a token attempt to edit before getting bored and posting it as is there- so it'll be there eventually!
Lestrade makes a noise that is either a laugh or a sob, hunching his shoulders forward as they shake with what may be amusement or may be grief; the remaining potassium bicarbonate on his person flies everywhere, as if he is encased in his own personal snow fall. Had Sherlock not been standing so close to Watson, he would entirely missed the tiny smile and muttered "...Like Christmas." that escapes him.
Something in Sherlock's chest lurches desperately at this, and before he quite realizes what he's doing, he's clawing at his coat pockets only to grab and extract the rolled up stack of charred reports to shove at Watson. Watson starts at the sudden appearance of pages in his face, and between both quick movements flakes of ash scatter. Sherlock ignores both.
"Yes."
"I- what?" John's eyes dart around, hoping for an explanation of why he narrowly avoided have his face lacerated with paper cuts. Lestrade is entirely unhelpful, although his sobs have graduated to gasping chuckles.
"I made an extra copy. Or two. Here." Sherlock pulls the pages back to flip through them in an attempt to find a report of acceptable quality for John.
"Oh." John hesitantly extends a hand towards the not-quite-as-burnt report that has again been shoved towards his face. "Thank you? But... why do you have so many?"
"Wallpaper." Sherlock mumbles, rolling up the remaining reports to hide within his coat.
"What?"
Perhaps it's not good to admit you wish to paper your walls with a forensics report. "Do you have a first name?"
"...Yes." There is a pause. "It's John."
John. John. Marvelous. Sherlock smiles; it is entirely involuntary, and he's aware that it's the smile that shows a bit too much teeth, but he is far too ecstatic to care. "Fantastic. My name is Sherlock."
"Yes. I know. We've met twice now."
"Three times, if you count this instance."
John's confused smile is easily the most adorable things Sherlock has ever seen; the step he takes towards John because of that fact is also entirely involuntary.
"Do you have a mobile number, John?"
"Yes." John has to tilt his head up to look at him, and Sherlock takes the time to memorize how his eyebrows have drawn together in confusion, most likely over Sherlock's inability to observe personal space.
Sherlock waits.
"It's... it's in the report. My mobile number. On the last page, in case anyone needs to contact me. Regarding the report."
Sherlock blinks, and rips the report copies from his pocket with such force that half of them are blown away. And there it is, on the last page, underneath a nearly illegible signature, is a number. He has had it this entire time. He has had John Watson's mobile number in his hands for the past hour, and he never noticed. That he should be so pathetically unobservant is simply unthinkable; it fills him with loathing.
That statement throws Lestrade, who had managed to calm down, into slightly hysterical giggles. Sherlock glares at him, tosses the remaining pages into the air with disgust, and stomps off.
You all are pretty much the most fantastic beings in existence; thanks for sticking around with this, I know it's taking forever! I can't even express how much gratitude I have, believe me.
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O Love dost make thou blind :DDD
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Loving this so much! <3
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I burst into giggles right there. John's polite bafflement in the face of Sherlock's madness was great. :D
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"Sherlock finds it wonderfully endearing, and is fumbling with the camera on his mobile"
"Watson subtly shifts away from the worst of it. Sherlock subtly shifts towards Watson."
Had Sherlock not been standing so close to Watson, he would entirely missed the tiny smile and muttered "...Like Christmas." that escapes him.
Something in Sherlock's chest lurches desperately at this, and before he quite realizes what he's doing, he's clawing at his coat pockets only to grab and extract the rolled up stack of charred reports to shove at Watson.
"It's... it's in the report. My mobile number. On the last page, in case anyone needs to contact me. Regarding the report."
Sherlock blinks, and rips the report copies from his pocket with such force that half of them are blown away.
Crap I could quote the whole thing! Seriously... I want this FOREVER!
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This remains amazing. And hilarious. Poor John, so confused!!
<3 <3 <3 <3
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"Sherlock glares at him, tosses the remaining pages into the air with disgust, and stomps off." Yeah, he's going to flounce back to 221B, to eat a half-gallon of chocolate ice cream, bitch at his skull, and blow up something in the kitchen. Followed by *hours* of tracing hearts around the written initials SH & JW. ;D
Now, I just *have* to YouTube Paul Anka's "Puppy Love"...
"Someone, help me, help me, help me please
Is the answer up above.
How can I, how can I tell them
This is not a puppy love."
**proceeds to wear out F5 button**
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JW-"hello?"
SH-"Where are you? Why aren't you at the crime scene in Cardiff?"
JW-"What? Who is this?"
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SH-"John wouldn't be asking stupid questions, Anderson."
"John would see-"
"John would say-"
GL-"Oh God, make it stop! Where's Watson, damnit?"
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JW-"Why do you need me at this crime scene again?"
GL-"Just come, will you? He won't shut up."
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Just found this continuation. Good God, this made my day ♥ ♥ ♥
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