[Since these are meant to be comment fics (i.e. the length of one comment), I had to drop some of the backstory and work with one scene from this. Hope this works for you!]
silver into gold
John swings the golf club with unerring precision, catching the gunman in the knees.
“Ta, mate,” he says to the terrified golfer whose club he’s appropriated, smacking his improvised weapon into the back of Idiot #1’s neck to knock him out. In a single, smooth motion, he drops the club and grabs Idiot #1’s handgun, bringing it up to bear on the second gunman.
“Drop it,” says the posh-looking man behind the second gunman. “He’s military, just back from Afghanistan, and clearly a good shot. I wouldn’t suggest tempting him.”
Idiot #2 drops his gun without voicing any protests, though that might have something to do with the knife the posh guy has pressed against his neck. John keeps one eye on the guy he’s downed, the other eye on the guy currently being shoved to his knees and frisked, and wishes for a third one to watch for the Idiot #3, who’d marched one of the shop assistants into the back at gunpoint.
Posh Guy strips Idiot #2 of all his visible weaponry, and a few hidden ones, then ties him up and gags him with his own scarf. “Oh, don’t worry about that one,” he says, clearly catching John’s look towards the back. “Silent alarm’s already been tripped, the police will be on the way to make themselves as useful as they ever are. More importantly, these gentlemen seem to have failed to take into account new security measures recently implemented by this particular chain of stores.”
“Which are?” John asks.
Posh Guy smiles in cat-like satisfaction. “He’s currently imprisoned in a panic room, and if that assistant has any sense, she’ll be on the phone with the police giving them real-time updates.”
Idiot #2 growls, low in his throat.
“Yes, but this is far more fascinating,” Posh Guy says, stooping to examine Idiot #2’s… shoe? What’s so fascinating about that? “You weren’t actually after money. So what is your true motive? And why does it entail spending time in the Camden Catacombs?”
Idiot #2 jerks and stares at Posh Guy with wide eyes.
Posh Guy smiles back, then abruptly straightens and eyes John. “Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective,” he says. “I could use a man like you. Would you like to join me, while you’re on leave?”
John briefly ponders the merits of going along with a clearly unhinged man. “Sure,” he says. “Just - one question. How did you know I was in Afghanistan?”
Sherlock smiles, and a thrill of excitement runs through John.
silver into gold
John swings the golf club with unerring precision, catching the gunman in the knees.
“Ta, mate,” he says to the terrified golfer whose club he’s appropriated, smacking his improvised weapon into the back of Idiot #1’s neck to knock him out. In a single, smooth motion, he drops the club and grabs Idiot #1’s handgun, bringing it up to bear on the second gunman.
“Drop it,” says the posh-looking man behind the second gunman. “He’s military, just back from Afghanistan, and clearly a good shot. I wouldn’t suggest tempting him.”
Idiot #2 drops his gun without voicing any protests, though that might have something to do with the knife the posh guy has pressed against his neck. John keeps one eye on the guy he’s downed, the other eye on the guy currently being shoved to his knees and frisked, and wishes for a third one to watch for the Idiot #3, who’d marched one of the shop assistants into the back at gunpoint.
Posh Guy strips Idiot #2 of all his visible weaponry, and a few hidden ones, then ties him up and gags him with his own scarf. “Oh, don’t worry about that one,” he says, clearly catching John’s look towards the back. “Silent alarm’s already been tripped, the police will be on the way to make themselves as useful as they ever are. More importantly, these gentlemen seem to have failed to take into account new security measures recently implemented by this particular chain of stores.”
“Which are?” John asks.
Posh Guy smiles in cat-like satisfaction. “He’s currently imprisoned in a panic room, and if that assistant has any sense, she’ll be on the phone with the police giving them real-time updates.”
Idiot #2 growls, low in his throat.
“Yes, but this is far more fascinating,” Posh Guy says, stooping to examine Idiot #2’s… shoe? What’s so fascinating about that? “You weren’t actually after money. So what is your true motive? And why does it entail spending time in the Camden Catacombs?”
Idiot #2 jerks and stares at Posh Guy with wide eyes.
Posh Guy smiles back, then abruptly straightens and eyes John. “Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective,” he says. “I could use a man like you. Would you like to join me, while you’re on leave?”
John briefly ponders the merits of going along with a clearly unhinged man. “Sure,” he says. “Just - one question. How did you know I was in Afghanistan?”
Sherlock smiles, and a thrill of excitement runs through John.
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I would love to know if this John won't get shot or if they get into a relationship....oh the posibilities!
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Loved this! Thank you!
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