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swissmargTitle: The Baker Street Nativity Advent Calendar (10/24)
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Prompter: Zain and JPerceval on AO3, who wanted Sherlock shopping for a not-Christmas present for John
Rating: G
Word count: Every installment has 221 words (on my computer)
Characters: Sherlock
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.
This was intolerable, Sherlock thought when he was elbowed for the third time as he tried to navigate the crowd of last-minute shoppers. He didn't even know what he wanted to buy. What gift said 'You are the only thing of value I've ever had in my life and I may literally stop breathing if I ever lose you, so please ignore absolutely everything I do from here on out'? Without coming across as needy and/or psychotic, went without saying.
Of course, officially, they weren't buying each other presents, but John had already given Sherlock the new gloves (which he might have taken to wearing to bed on those nights John didn't stay over), forcing Sherlock to go out and buy him the scarf, and Sherlock had more than a sneaking suspicion there was going to be another not-present under the metaphorical tree for him come Christmas morning. And somehow, he didn't think a bag of tea, no matter how exotic, was going to measure up.
Sherlock felt like he was suffocating in the department store. He lunged for the door. A few shops down was the pet shop where he bought Gladstone's food. It wasn't likely to be busy; surely no one was idiotic enough to buy their pets Christmas presents. A few minutes' respite might help refresh his brain.
Author:
Prompter: Zain and JPerceval on AO3, who wanted Sherlock shopping for a not-Christmas present for John
Rating: G
Word count: Every installment has 221 words (on my computer)
Characters: Sherlock
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.
Ten: Sherlock Goes Shopping
This was intolerable, Sherlock thought when he was elbowed for the third time as he tried to navigate the crowd of last-minute shoppers. He didn't even know what he wanted to buy. What gift said 'You are the only thing of value I've ever had in my life and I may literally stop breathing if I ever lose you, so please ignore absolutely everything I do from here on out'? Without coming across as needy and/or psychotic, went without saying.
Of course, officially, they weren't buying each other presents, but John had already given Sherlock the new gloves (which he might have taken to wearing to bed on those nights John didn't stay over), forcing Sherlock to go out and buy him the scarf, and Sherlock had more than a sneaking suspicion there was going to be another not-present under the metaphorical tree for him come Christmas morning. And somehow, he didn't think a bag of tea, no matter how exotic, was going to measure up.
Sherlock felt like he was suffocating in the department store. He lunged for the door. A few shops down was the pet shop where he bought Gladstone's food. It wasn't likely to be busy; surely no one was idiotic enough to buy their pets Christmas presents. A few minutes' respite might help refresh his brain.
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Date: 2013-12-10 07:00 am (UTC)Also: What gift said 'You are the only thing of value I've ever had in my life and I may literally stop breathing if I ever lose you, so please ignore absolutely everything I do from here on out'? Without coming across as needy and/or psychotic, went without saying.
*hugs Sherlock*
Thank you! This was lovely!!
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