JWP Amnesty #05 ~~~ Toy
Title: Toy
Theme: July Writing Prompt Amnesty Period #05
Prompt: Inprisonment/Hostage/etc. and Rescue fic
Author: alaylith
Rating: PG
Universe: BBC
Characters: John, Mycroft, Sherlock
WordCount: 560
Summary: John is held hostage by Mycroft and Sherlock tries to rescue him. John is not amused.
A/N: Originally this was planned a little differently, but it was somehow turning into this. It's okay, but I was hoping for something different.
But at least I managed Smug!John, who can kick Mycroft's behind. XD
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Mycroft puts down his cup and looks up to John. “Evening, John. Please sit down.”
“No, thank you,” John answers and puts his hands into his pockets. “What do you want?”
“I want you to sit down and drink your tea,” Mycroft says and pours fresh tea into the second cup. “We have to talk.”
“Do we now?” John drawls and looks at his wristwatch. “I only have a few minutes to spare, so hurry up.”
A dark scowl tugs at Mycroft’s lips for a moment, before his face goes blank again. “If you wish to be direct - so be it.
What is going on?”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, you know exactly what I mean,” Mycroft almost purrs and takes out a little notebook from his pocket and John feels a weird sense of déjà-vu.
“For several days now you disappear regularly. You loose all and every agent I sent to follow you; you leave your mobile so I can not trace you and you avoid all cameras in the city so I can’t watch you.”
John feels a little pride as he observes Mycroft’s peeved expression and he grins a bit. “And people say our taxes are wasted.”
Mycroft looks up again and John is reminded that Sherlock calls his brother the most dangerous man not without reason.
“I will only ask you once more - what is going on?” Mycroft asks with a grim face and hard voice.
John swallows lightly, but then squares his shoulders and stares directly at Mycroft.
“Whatever I do in my free time as long as it does not endangers the lives of any people, especially not that of your brother, is of no concern to you.
So I would like to ask you to finally leave me alone.”
John turns around, but finds two agents standing there blocking his way.
“John… I just worry about you,” Mycroft sighs and John looks over his shoulder back to him.
“You have a nice way of showing it. Now let me go.”
Mycroft opens his mouth to say something, but two thuds draw their attention back to the agents, which are now laying on the ground unconsciousness.
Sherlock stands in the middle of the two bodies, his eyes fixed on his brother.
Mycroft rolls his eyes and leans back in his chair. “Oh, Sherlock, don’t be so dramatic. If you insist on playing the knight in shining armour people will really assume that you two are a pair.”
“Stop abducting my blogger. Find you your own one,” Sherlock growls and Mycroft almost growls, too. “You did never play well with others, little brother.”
John looks from one to the other and finally feels anger burning in his chest.
“For heaven’s sake, what am I - a toy?” John finally explodes and both Holmes’ look at him surprised.
Sherlock starts to say something, but John holds one hand up to stop him.
“I have two things to say to you both.”
He points at Mycroft. “YOU do not kidnap me any longer. I am not a hostage.”
Then he points at Sherlock. “YOU do not try to rescue me. I am not a damsel.
And now finally leave me the hell ALONE.”
With that John walks past Sherlock and leaves the warehouse and the two brothers stare after him.
“That did not work.”
“No, it did not…”
Theme: July Writing Prompt Amnesty Period #05
Prompt: Inprisonment/Hostage/etc. and Rescue fic
Author: alaylith
Rating: PG
Universe: BBC
Characters: John, Mycroft, Sherlock
WordCount: 560
Summary: John is held hostage by Mycroft and Sherlock tries to rescue him. John is not amused.
A/N: Originally this was planned a little differently, but it was somehow turning into this. It's okay, but I was hoping for something different.
But at least I managed Smug!John, who can kick Mycroft's behind. XD
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Mycroft puts down his cup and looks up to John. “Evening, John. Please sit down.”
“No, thank you,” John answers and puts his hands into his pockets. “What do you want?”
“I want you to sit down and drink your tea,” Mycroft says and pours fresh tea into the second cup. “We have to talk.”
“Do we now?” John drawls and looks at his wristwatch. “I only have a few minutes to spare, so hurry up.”
A dark scowl tugs at Mycroft’s lips for a moment, before his face goes blank again. “If you wish to be direct - so be it.
What is going on?”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, you know exactly what I mean,” Mycroft almost purrs and takes out a little notebook from his pocket and John feels a weird sense of déjà-vu.
“For several days now you disappear regularly. You loose all and every agent I sent to follow you; you leave your mobile so I can not trace you and you avoid all cameras in the city so I can’t watch you.”
John feels a little pride as he observes Mycroft’s peeved expression and he grins a bit. “And people say our taxes are wasted.”
Mycroft looks up again and John is reminded that Sherlock calls his brother the most dangerous man not without reason.
“I will only ask you once more - what is going on?” Mycroft asks with a grim face and hard voice.
John swallows lightly, but then squares his shoulders and stares directly at Mycroft.
“Whatever I do in my free time as long as it does not endangers the lives of any people, especially not that of your brother, is of no concern to you.
So I would like to ask you to finally leave me alone.”
John turns around, but finds two agents standing there blocking his way.
“John… I just worry about you,” Mycroft sighs and John looks over his shoulder back to him.
“You have a nice way of showing it. Now let me go.”
Mycroft opens his mouth to say something, but two thuds draw their attention back to the agents, which are now laying on the ground unconsciousness.
Sherlock stands in the middle of the two bodies, his eyes fixed on his brother.
Mycroft rolls his eyes and leans back in his chair. “Oh, Sherlock, don’t be so dramatic. If you insist on playing the knight in shining armour people will really assume that you two are a pair.”
“Stop abducting my blogger. Find you your own one,” Sherlock growls and Mycroft almost growls, too. “You did never play well with others, little brother.”
John looks from one to the other and finally feels anger burning in his chest.
“For heaven’s sake, what am I - a toy?” John finally explodes and both Holmes’ look at him surprised.
Sherlock starts to say something, but John holds one hand up to stop him.
“I have two things to say to you both.”
He points at Mycroft. “YOU do not kidnap me any longer. I am not a hostage.”
Then he points at Sherlock. “YOU do not try to rescue me. I am not a damsel.
And now finally leave me the hell ALONE.”
With that John walks past Sherlock and leaves the warehouse and the two brothers stare after him.
“That did not work.”
“No, it did not…”