[10 out of 20] BBC Sherlock: Wind: Gen
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Title: Wind
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
prompt: wind
Length: 300
Rating: Gen
Summary: Sherlock recovers Mycroft's lost umbrella
“It was coincidence,” said John.
“True,” agreed Sherlock. “But Mycroft was a victim of his own axiom. Of coincidence, he says the universe is rarely so lazy. Maybe the universe was lazy, but the look on his face when I asked him about his little date with Lestrade—”
“Ice cream in a park is hardly a date, Sherlock.”
“—for my brother, it is practically a betrothal. But oh, the look on his face, just a moment but priceless. He was trying to be so clever and keep it to himself, but the lazy universe said ‘no, no, no, we shan’t have secrets.’”
Sherlock gave a little yip of mirth and he spun about.
“So, to summarise,” said John, “your brother and Lestrade met in Regent’s Park today, a very windy day, and got ice cream, and a very strong gust rips Mycroft’s umbrella out of his hand—”
“—leaving, on the somber dark grey canvas, the stains of two different kinds of ice cream, Mycroft’s unimaginative vanilla, and Lestrade’s with swirls and sprinkles and, god, raspberry sauce, much more suitable to a birthday girl of seven—”
“Don’t judge, Sherlock.”
“Of course, I judge, John. It’s what I do.”
“—so the wind rips the umbrella out of your brother’s grasp and whisks it across the park to Baker Street where you nearly create a seismic catastrophe in reclaiming it before it and you are trampled by an oncoming bus. Your brother should thank you for recovering his property.”
“He won’t thank me for anything, but the look on his face was reward enough.”
“But how did you know it was Mycroft’s?”
“I didn’t know for certain until after I’d rescued it. Not many umbrellas have a sword in the shaft and a dagger in the handle.”
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
prompt: wind
Length: 300
Rating: Gen
Summary: Sherlock recovers Mycroft's lost umbrella
“It was coincidence,” said John.
“True,” agreed Sherlock. “But Mycroft was a victim of his own axiom. Of coincidence, he says the universe is rarely so lazy. Maybe the universe was lazy, but the look on his face when I asked him about his little date with Lestrade—”
“Ice cream in a park is hardly a date, Sherlock.”
“—for my brother, it is practically a betrothal. But oh, the look on his face, just a moment but priceless. He was trying to be so clever and keep it to himself, but the lazy universe said ‘no, no, no, we shan’t have secrets.’”
Sherlock gave a little yip of mirth and he spun about.
“So, to summarise,” said John, “your brother and Lestrade met in Regent’s Park today, a very windy day, and got ice cream, and a very strong gust rips Mycroft’s umbrella out of his hand—”
“—leaving, on the somber dark grey canvas, the stains of two different kinds of ice cream, Mycroft’s unimaginative vanilla, and Lestrade’s with swirls and sprinkles and, god, raspberry sauce, much more suitable to a birthday girl of seven—”
“Don’t judge, Sherlock.”
“Of course, I judge, John. It’s what I do.”
“—so the wind rips the umbrella out of your brother’s grasp and whisks it across the park to Baker Street where you nearly create a seismic catastrophe in reclaiming it before it and you are trampled by an oncoming bus. Your brother should thank you for recovering his property.”
“He won’t thank me for anything, but the look on his face was reward enough.”
“But how did you know it was Mycroft’s?”
“I didn’t know for certain until after I’d rescued it. Not many umbrellas have a sword in the shaft and a dagger in the handle.”
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Date: 2023-06-15 07:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-06-15 09:10 pm (UTC)[BTW did you see this?
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Date: 2023-06-17 12:23 am (UTC)It’s certainly VERY comprehensive…