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swissmargTitle: The Baker Street Nativity Advent Calendar (1/24)
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Prompter: JPerceval on AO3, who requested 'the scene in which Mycroft demands Sherlock come to dinner...'
Rating: G
Word count: Every installment has 221 words (on my computer)
Characters: Sherlock, Mycroft
Timeline: Between chapters 22 and 23
Disclaimer: This is a transformative work inspired by the BBC television series Sherlock, created by Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat, and the 2009 movie Nativity! from Mirrorball Films.
Summary: This is a series of 221b drabbles set in and around The Baker Street Nativity and will make very little sense without having read that first. These drabbles may also contain spoilers for the main story. They are not posted in any particular order, and will jump around in time. I will try to give you some idea of where each drabble fits within (or before or after) the main story in the 'Timeline' field in the header. This series has not been beta read.
"Mycroft." Sherlock stood in the doorway, blinking at his brother in surprise. Looking him over, he couldn't see a reason for him showing up on Sherlock's doorstep: no one dead or grievously injured, no threats of legal action ... Possibly - yes, new girlfriend, but even Mycroft wasn't so insecure as to feel the need to rush over and announce it, especially as it was still early days. They hadn't even slept together.
"Sherlock." Mycroft made that pinched, alum-tasting face he thought passed for a polite smile. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"
"No. What do you want? If you have something to say, send a text."
"You'd only delete it unread."
"Of course. Good-bye."
"Sherlock." Mycroft inserted his umbrella in the gap to prevent Sherlock closing the door. "I've come to extend an invitation."
Christmas dinner, of course. "I've always come, you don't need to-"
"Not you," Mycroft said, looking all too innocent. "John."
"No."
"Come now, Sherlock." Mycroft spoke as if cajoling a young child. "How do you think John will feel if you continue hiding him from your family? He'll think you're ashamed of him."
"This is blackmail."
The corners of Mycroft's mouth turned up a bit further.
"This counts as payment for the play. You can't ask anything else."
"Wouldn't dream of it. Three o'clock?"
"Bastard."
Author:
Prompter: JPerceval on AO3, who requested 'the scene in which Mycroft demands Sherlock come to dinner...'
Rating: G
Word count: Every installment has 221 words (on my computer)
Characters: Sherlock, Mycroft
Timeline: Between chapters 22 and 23
Disclaimer: This is a transformative work inspired by the BBC television series Sherlock, created by Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat, and the 2009 movie Nativity! from Mirrorball Films.
Summary: This is a series of 221b drabbles set in and around The Baker Street Nativity and will make very little sense without having read that first. These drabbles may also contain spoilers for the main story. They are not posted in any particular order, and will jump around in time. I will try to give you some idea of where each drabble fits within (or before or after) the main story in the 'Timeline' field in the header. This series has not been beta read.
One: Mycroft Claims His Payment
"Mycroft." Sherlock stood in the doorway, blinking at his brother in surprise. Looking him over, he couldn't see a reason for him showing up on Sherlock's doorstep: no one dead or grievously injured, no threats of legal action ... Possibly - yes, new girlfriend, but even Mycroft wasn't so insecure as to feel the need to rush over and announce it, especially as it was still early days. They hadn't even slept together.
"Sherlock." Mycroft made that pinched, alum-tasting face he thought passed for a polite smile. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"
"No. What do you want? If you have something to say, send a text."
"You'd only delete it unread."
"Of course. Good-bye."
"Sherlock." Mycroft inserted his umbrella in the gap to prevent Sherlock closing the door. "I've come to extend an invitation."
Christmas dinner, of course. "I've always come, you don't need to-"
"Not you," Mycroft said, looking all too innocent. "John."
"No."
"Come now, Sherlock." Mycroft spoke as if cajoling a young child. "How do you think John will feel if you continue hiding him from your family? He'll think you're ashamed of him."
"This is blackmail."
The corners of Mycroft's mouth turned up a bit further.
"This counts as payment for the play. You can't ask anything else."
"Wouldn't dream of it. Three o'clock?"
"Bastard."
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Date: 2013-12-01 10:21 pm (UTC)"No."
No Sherlock, this is definitely one you can't get out of!
And it would be wonderful to see John spending Christmas with the Holmes family!
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Date: 2013-12-02 06:31 am (UTC)(P.S. Secretly, Sherlock doesn't want to get out of going home for Christmas with John, and Mycroft knows it.)
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Date: 2013-12-03 02:36 pm (UTC)Very lovely!
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