Fic: 221B - Game Over

[anarion]

Title: Game Over
Words: a 221B has 221 words and ends with a b-word
Rating: PG-13
Pairings : Sherlock/John
Warnings: Character death (In a way. Not really)
Disclaimer: Not mine.

Summary: ‘365 days of 221Bs’ challenge: a prompt a day, given by atlinmerrick.

Comments

[verityburns]

I went (reluctantly) to a 'Ladies Only' show once, where the 'performers' plunged the room into darkness and then ran around attired only in luminous condoms.

This may explain the inelegant snorting which accompanied my reading of:

'the only thing reflecting the light was his weapon'

Either that, or Atlin's influence is getting stronger by the hour :D

Very entertaining, my dear - considerably more so than the aforementioned night out, as it happens!

[chocolamousse]

Verity, I knew I could count on you! I read that sentence, I started to snigger then I thought I had to control my innuendo goggles. So I kept silence. But you spoke. Who am I to keep silent if Verity sees fit to speak? In other words, it's entirely your fault.

So, I read this sentence and started to snigger because it made me think of a scene from Blake Edwards' Skin Deep. Anarion, it's Blake Edwards so it's art. It's CULTURE. And you can't blame me. :D
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ky5u6vm44ak
(You can start at 1.25.)

[verityburns]

Oh, dear Lord...

[chocolamousse]

*reads the warning*
What? Hey! HEY!

He was just a shadow moving in the dark, the only thing reflecting the light was his weapon.
Well this first sentence is not ominous at all. *smiles nervously* I'm sure there will be porn at the end. *believes in autosuggestion*

Its tip caught John’s right arm, slashed through cloth, skin and flesh and left a deep and painful gash.
Oh, yuck. You didn't say it was gore too!

keeping his body between the attacker and his wounded companion on the ground.
Now I don't know if it's John or Sherlock who is going to die. Great. Both, I hope. *is sardonic when she's angsting too much*

The knife found its target and a body fell to the ground.
Right. I give up. Farewell Anarion, it's been nice knowing you when you wrote porn and fluff.

“I am going to kill you if you don’t stop playing that ridiculous computer game and come to bed with me.”
Come to bed with me! There will be porn! And a lot of petites morts I guess. (The only kind of "major character death" I put up with and encourage.) :D

[chocolamousse]

I will not be surprised if one day I prompt "Santa Claus" and her extremely logical (after you finish reading) 221B will involve alien abduction and celery.
OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? I hope she's not going to read that. Otherwise, Christmas is cancelled.

[anarion]

Yeah. I just read that. *evil grin*

[verityburns]

I hadn't even twigged to the title - duh! - that is brilliant! A well-earned 'devious' mood, sweetie!

[rox712]

Sits back with a coke and popcorn, because this angsty, funny little 221b turned out to trigger one of the most brilliant comments of the history of ever!

[sabrinaphynn]

I completely agree with Roxy here ^^__^^. Loved the story, but the comments just take the cake!
I'd be happy to provide home-grown celery upon request, BTW.
(Harry, my 8 year old, insists on maintaining the last of our bounty in the raised bed out back.)

[noirrosaleen]

Fic excellent. Comment thread better. I need to figure out how to somehow get all you wonderful people together for tea.