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“Ridiculous outfit,” muttered Mycroft. “She would never really wear that.”
John turned around to give Mycroft an odd look. “She’s the head of MI6, you expect her to wear a catsuit?”
Sherlock shuddered. “Please,” he moaned.
“Oi,” called Lestrade. “Take it to the back row, if you two are going to be that way.”
“Freaks,” said Donovan.
“He wasn’t moaning about me, he was moaning about Judi Dench,” hissed John.
“Jealous much, mate?”
John spun to see the nearby person, not even of their party, grinning at them. “It’s not a date!” he hissed, and could tell no one believed him.
John crossed his arms and slunk down in his seat. Sherlock and Mycroft fell silent again, but John watched them from the corner of his eye, and soon enough, noticed something peculiar. They didn’t seem to react to the explosions, the girls, or the chase scenes. But every time M was on the screen, they both sat up a little straighter, paid slightly more attention, and would every so often mutter something under their breath, usually along the lines of, “Brandy? Don’t be absurd” or “Well spotted there”. Every so often, they would turn and glare at one another, and John had the sense that it was a well-timed oft-played routine with them, except instead of each repeating the same lines, they were in a race to see who could say them first.
Finally, the movie ended. Mycroft stood and brushed the invisible wrinkles from his suit.
“I must say,” he said with some degree of relish. “It’s as much a pleasure seeing that movie in the theater with aficionados as it is at home. I greatly look forward to telling Mummy that you were here as well.”
Sherlock shrugged.
“And with Dr Watson as well - she will be so pleased.”
John struggled with his coat for a moment. “This wasn’t a date.”
“Of course not,” said Mycroft. “Gregory.”
“Mycroft,” said Lestrade.
“Freaks,” said Donovan.
“Might want to clean up the butter stains on your fly, Anderson,” said Sherlock, and Anderson glared before hurrying off to join Donovan.
Neither John nor Sherlock spoke until they were out on the street again.
“Right then,” said Sherlock, as if they had just continued their conversation from before the movie. “Chinese?”
“I don’t believe you,” said John, hurrying to catch up to him. “All that fuss and how many times have you seen this movie?”
“Eel in black bean sauce, do you think?”
“You acted like it was beneath you to see something so pedestrian as James Bond, and here you are, with Mycroft, a regular Mystery Science Theater in suits.”
“You’ll have duck with pineapple, terribly tedious of you, John.”
“Do you have a secret fascination with Judi Dench?” John demanded.
Sherlock shuddered.
“Then what was all of that about?”
“It’s a little disconcerting to see your mother on a movie screen,” said Sherlock.
John stopped; it took Sherlock a few more paces to realize it. “Judi Dench is your mother.”
Sherlock sighed. “No, of course not. Judi Dench is a lovely woman and a fine actress. It’s really more about the role she is playing.”
Sherlock turned and kept walking. John didn’t move.
“Your mother is M?”
“Do stop shouting, John, mustn’t give the impression that nepotism had anything to do with Mycroft’s performance reviews.”
John still didn’t move.
“John? Chinese.”
John shook his head and jogged to catch up with Sherlock. “I’m going to not believe you on this one,” he told him.
“If you must,” said Sherlock.
John was quiet for a moment. “Sarcastic children, eh?”
Sherlock glared at him. “Just for that, I’m paying for the Chinese.”
“This wasn’t a date,” said John.
“Of course not. Who takes a date to see a movie about his mother?” said Sherlock. “Now the movie about the dancing pygmies of southern Australia…”
“Next week,” said John.
“It’s a date,” said Sherlock.
John tried not to implode. He did, however, order the most expensive item on the menu.
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This was ridiculously funny!
“Extra butter, Mycroft?”
I couldn't stop laughing with this one.
Of course Mycroft had to be inside the cinema, of course people'd think they were on a date, of course Donovan had to keep reminding everyone about the "Freaks" and of course Anderson had to accidentally butter on his trousers.
This whole fill is brilliant! I kept laughing from beginning to end. (Plus, I love the ending).
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This fic had me in stitches, especially the ending twist :D
Brilliant! Makes me wish it was longer!
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I love you style of writing, there were sme truly quote-worthy lines in there! XD
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