Fic: The Adventures of Little Blue Scarf
Title: The Adventures of Little Blue Scarf
Author: the_improbable1
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Characters/Pairing: Sherlock, John, Lestrade, Moran, Moriarty
Genre: fairy tale
Rating: G
Warnings/Spoilers: none
Words: <2000
Summary/Prompt: Prompt here on the Meme. It was for the Sherlock characters as the cast of a fairy tale.
Notes: This used to be longer, but it was dragging on and I was getting bored, so I condensed it. It's more fairy-tale style now. This is complete.
"Molly, Molly, Molly!"
Molly glanced over at little Adrian, who was looking up at her with the huge eyes he used when he wanted something. She smiled fondly and picked him up to set him on top of the stack of finished paperwork on the kitchen table. "Yes, Adrian? Isn't it your bedtime?"
The six-year-old scowled at being treated like a baby. "I wanna bedtime story."
"All right, then," Molly agreed. Babysitting Adrian had never been a trial, and she was always happy to do her friend a favour. "What sort of story do you want? Snow White? Cinderella? Sleeping Beauty?"
Adrian shook his head. "Nuh-uh. An adventure story! With dragons an' knights an' kings in! But no princesses or squishy stuff like kisses or nothin'. That's icky."
Molly sighed. Most of the stories she knew were the romantic type. She'd have to come up with something new. The storyline probably wouldn't be a problem-she'd read enough fantasy novels in her teens. As for the characters…
She stifled a giggle as she realised that the people she knew would make excellent faerie-tale characters. Sherlock would undoubtedly be extremely annoyed if he ever heard of it, which only made the prospect more intriguing.
"All right," she said. "Go and get ready for bed, and I'll tell you all about the daring escapades of Little Blue Scarf and his best friend, Sir Golden Doc."
Adrian nodded eagerly, hopped off the table, and ran to do as bid.
Molly hummed quietly to herself, scribbling down ideas for names and storylines as she waited.
Once Adrian was settled in his room with the covers pulled up to his chin and his stuffed penguin clutched close, Molly, perched on the edge of the bed, began her story.
Once upon a time, in a mystical land named Lun-Down, there was an adventurer named Little Blue Scarf. He was a consulting adventurer, which meant that when the adventurers hired by the ruler of the kingdom, King Silverfair, were unable to solve a problem, King Silverfair would ask Little Blue Scarf to help. Little Blue Scarf was very good at solving problems, so he was very smug most of the time, and frequently said unkind things. King Silverfair despaired of getting Little Blue Scarf to cooperate with the adventurers hired by the crown.
Then, one day, Little Blue Scarf met a man named Sir Golden Doc, who had been a soldier for the kingdom of Lun-Down before he got hurt too badly to continue fighting, and was now a doctor. Sir Golden Doc admired Little Blue Scarf's skill at solving problems, and such kind attention mellowed Little Blue Scarf a little, so he was slightly less cruel.
Some time after that, King Silverfair came to Little Blue Scarf with a problem his adventurers were having difficulty with. There was a dragon, called the Sniper Dragon, terrorising the villages of the kingdom of Lun-Down. There was nearly nothing known about the Sniper Dragon, so Little Blue Scarf was forced to ask his brother, Lord Umbrella-Doom, to consult the Texting Oracle for him. Little Blue Scarf and Lord Umbrella-Doom did not get along well, so Little Blue Scarf was very reluctant to consult his brother, but Sir Golden Doc talked him into it.
The Texting Oracle told them that the Sniper Dragon had been sent by the fiendish Lord Westwood and that it could only be defeated by an attack from a sword wielded by a man of brave and valiant heart.
"Why, then, I cannot defeat it," said Little Blue Scarf, "for I have no heart. But Sir Golden Doc, you have the kindest heart of all. Will you help me to defeat the Sniper Dragon and thwart the fiendish Lord Westwood?"
Sir Golden Doc said he would, and the two friends set off together to find the Sniper Dragon and defeat it.
They travelled for many days before they reached the lair of the Sniper Dragon, a cave that smelled strongly of sulfur. Cautiously, they entered.
They had gone no more than three steps into the cave when a great roaring noise began.
"It is the Sniper Dragon!" exclaimed Sir Golden Doc.
"Excellent work, Sir Golden Doc!" said Little Blue Scarf. "You have a firm grasp of the obvious!"
And then the Sniper Dragon appeared, and there was no time to talk. The Sniper Dragon was swift and agile, but still Sir Golden Doc managed to strike it with his sword. He cut its head off and it fell to the floor of the cave, dead.
"Fantastic work, Sir Golden Doc!" said Little Blue Scarf.
"It wasn't anything special," Sir Golden Doc said modestly.
Before they could leave the cave to return home triumphant, there was a click...click...click of shoe heels on stone, and the fiendish Lord Westwood appeared from the back of the cave. He looked like any other man, apart from his eyes, which were dark and empty, like bottomless pits.
"Well, well, well," said Lord Westwood. "It would appear that you've defeated my Sniper Dragon. A very clever workaround you have there, Little Blue Scarf."
Little Blue Scarf scowled. "Begone, fiend," he demanded.
Lord Westwood smirked, then snapped his fingers and disappeared in a puff of chlorine-scented smoke.
"We'll be seeing him again," Sir Golden Doc predicted grimly.
"Naturally," said Little Blue Scarf. "But at least for now, the threat has been neutralised. Let us return home to tell King Silverfair of our success."
And so they did.
Author: the_improbable1
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Characters/Pairing: Sherlock, John, Lestrade, Moran, Moriarty
Genre: fairy tale
Rating: G
Warnings/Spoilers: none
Words: <2000
Summary/Prompt: Prompt here on the Meme. It was for the Sherlock characters as the cast of a fairy tale.
Notes: This used to be longer, but it was dragging on and I was getting bored, so I condensed it. It's more fairy-tale style now. This is complete.
"Molly, Molly, Molly!"
Molly glanced over at little Adrian, who was looking up at her with the huge eyes he used when he wanted something. She smiled fondly and picked him up to set him on top of the stack of finished paperwork on the kitchen table. "Yes, Adrian? Isn't it your bedtime?"
The six-year-old scowled at being treated like a baby. "I wanna bedtime story."
"All right, then," Molly agreed. Babysitting Adrian had never been a trial, and she was always happy to do her friend a favour. "What sort of story do you want? Snow White? Cinderella? Sleeping Beauty?"
Adrian shook his head. "Nuh-uh. An adventure story! With dragons an' knights an' kings in! But no princesses or squishy stuff like kisses or nothin'. That's icky."
Molly sighed. Most of the stories she knew were the romantic type. She'd have to come up with something new. The storyline probably wouldn't be a problem-she'd read enough fantasy novels in her teens. As for the characters…
She stifled a giggle as she realised that the people she knew would make excellent faerie-tale characters. Sherlock would undoubtedly be extremely annoyed if he ever heard of it, which only made the prospect more intriguing.
"All right," she said. "Go and get ready for bed, and I'll tell you all about the daring escapades of Little Blue Scarf and his best friend, Sir Golden Doc."
Adrian nodded eagerly, hopped off the table, and ran to do as bid.
Molly hummed quietly to herself, scribbling down ideas for names and storylines as she waited.
Once Adrian was settled in his room with the covers pulled up to his chin and his stuffed penguin clutched close, Molly, perched on the edge of the bed, began her story.
Once upon a time, in a mystical land named Lun-Down, there was an adventurer named Little Blue Scarf. He was a consulting adventurer, which meant that when the adventurers hired by the ruler of the kingdom, King Silverfair, were unable to solve a problem, King Silverfair would ask Little Blue Scarf to help. Little Blue Scarf was very good at solving problems, so he was very smug most of the time, and frequently said unkind things. King Silverfair despaired of getting Little Blue Scarf to cooperate with the adventurers hired by the crown.
Then, one day, Little Blue Scarf met a man named Sir Golden Doc, who had been a soldier for the kingdom of Lun-Down before he got hurt too badly to continue fighting, and was now a doctor. Sir Golden Doc admired Little Blue Scarf's skill at solving problems, and such kind attention mellowed Little Blue Scarf a little, so he was slightly less cruel.
Some time after that, King Silverfair came to Little Blue Scarf with a problem his adventurers were having difficulty with. There was a dragon, called the Sniper Dragon, terrorising the villages of the kingdom of Lun-Down. There was nearly nothing known about the Sniper Dragon, so Little Blue Scarf was forced to ask his brother, Lord Umbrella-Doom, to consult the Texting Oracle for him. Little Blue Scarf and Lord Umbrella-Doom did not get along well, so Little Blue Scarf was very reluctant to consult his brother, but Sir Golden Doc talked him into it.
The Texting Oracle told them that the Sniper Dragon had been sent by the fiendish Lord Westwood and that it could only be defeated by an attack from a sword wielded by a man of brave and valiant heart.
"Why, then, I cannot defeat it," said Little Blue Scarf, "for I have no heart. But Sir Golden Doc, you have the kindest heart of all. Will you help me to defeat the Sniper Dragon and thwart the fiendish Lord Westwood?"
Sir Golden Doc said he would, and the two friends set off together to find the Sniper Dragon and defeat it.
They travelled for many days before they reached the lair of the Sniper Dragon, a cave that smelled strongly of sulfur. Cautiously, they entered.
They had gone no more than three steps into the cave when a great roaring noise began.
"It is the Sniper Dragon!" exclaimed Sir Golden Doc.
"Excellent work, Sir Golden Doc!" said Little Blue Scarf. "You have a firm grasp of the obvious!"
And then the Sniper Dragon appeared, and there was no time to talk. The Sniper Dragon was swift and agile, but still Sir Golden Doc managed to strike it with his sword. He cut its head off and it fell to the floor of the cave, dead.
"Fantastic work, Sir Golden Doc!" said Little Blue Scarf.
"It wasn't anything special," Sir Golden Doc said modestly.
Before they could leave the cave to return home triumphant, there was a click...click...click of shoe heels on stone, and the fiendish Lord Westwood appeared from the back of the cave. He looked like any other man, apart from his eyes, which were dark and empty, like bottomless pits.
"Well, well, well," said Lord Westwood. "It would appear that you've defeated my Sniper Dragon. A very clever workaround you have there, Little Blue Scarf."
Little Blue Scarf scowled. "Begone, fiend," he demanded.
Lord Westwood smirked, then snapped his fingers and disappeared in a puff of chlorine-scented smoke.
"We'll be seeing him again," Sir Golden Doc predicted grimly.
"Naturally," said Little Blue Scarf. "But at least for now, the threat has been neutralised. Let us return home to tell King Silverfair of our success."
And so they did.