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swissmargTitle: The Baker Street Nativity Advent Calendar (9/24)
Author:
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Prompter: Self
Rating: PG
Word count: Every installment has 221 words (on my computer)
Characters: Sherlock, Moriarty
Timeline: 7 years earlier
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.
"Knock, knock," Jim said brightly.
Sherlock turned around, his violin still propped on his shoulder. He thought he'd locked his dorm room door. "What do you want?" he asked, frowning.
Jim made a woebegone face. "That sounded awful," he said.
"Bored," Sherlock muttered. He hadn't really been playing anything, just scraping the bow across the strings. He set the violin down. He knew why Jim was here. He hadn't bought anything from him in over a week. An experiment. To see if he could control it. And he could. Obviously. It had been easy. For the most part.
Jim was smirking, obviously following Sherlock's train of thought.
"Turn around," Sherlock said.
"Of course," Jim agreed easily and complied, his hands clasped neatly behind his back.
Sherlock climbed onto his desk and retrieved some notes from his hiding place, then jumped down. "Give me ten," he said, proffering the money.
Jim turned around. "Oh, I thought we could try something else this time. Cash for goods is so twentieth century."
Sherlock should have seen it coming. Instead, he stood there blinking stupidly. "What did you have in mind?" The best he could come up with was sitting a test or writing a paper, both services which Jim also provided.
But Jim nodded behind Sherlock, his lips unfurling into a wicked smile. "Bed."
Author:
Prompter: Self
Rating: PG
Word count: Every installment has 221 words (on my computer)
Characters: Sherlock, Moriarty
Timeline: 7 years earlier
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.
Nine: Sherlock at the Royal College of Music
"Knock, knock," Jim said brightly.
Sherlock turned around, his violin still propped on his shoulder. He thought he'd locked his dorm room door. "What do you want?" he asked, frowning.
Jim made a woebegone face. "That sounded awful," he said.
"Bored," Sherlock muttered. He hadn't really been playing anything, just scraping the bow across the strings. He set the violin down. He knew why Jim was here. He hadn't bought anything from him in over a week. An experiment. To see if he could control it. And he could. Obviously. It had been easy. For the most part.
Jim was smirking, obviously following Sherlock's train of thought.
"Turn around," Sherlock said.
"Of course," Jim agreed easily and complied, his hands clasped neatly behind his back.
Sherlock climbed onto his desk and retrieved some notes from his hiding place, then jumped down. "Give me ten," he said, proffering the money.
Jim turned around. "Oh, I thought we could try something else this time. Cash for goods is so twentieth century."
Sherlock should have seen it coming. Instead, he stood there blinking stupidly. "What did you have in mind?" The best he could come up with was sitting a test or writing a paper, both services which Jim also provided.
But Jim nodded behind Sherlock, his lips unfurling into a wicked smile. "Bed."
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Date: 2013-12-09 02:18 pm (UTC)Yes, I think that's my comment. Because eeeeeeeeep. Makes me wish he had met John earlier...
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Date: 2013-12-09 02:46 pm (UTC)no subject
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