Prompt 2: Visitors
By: benedictosaurus (Team Mycroft)
In which Mycroft has a heart nearly as big as his stomach.
Mycroft Holmes happens to quite like receiving visitors, a trait he, unlike his younger sibling, inherited from his mother.
Mycroft Holmes also likes slow jazz and walks on the beach, but dislikes the trouble it take him to even get there.
Mycroft Holmes does not like confectioneries. In fact, he doesn’t think there is a word for lusting after baked goods.
And, last but most certainly not least, Mycroft Holmes just so happens to be in love with Scotland Yard’s finest police officer.
He really hadn’t planned for it to happen. As most things, it just did, and he didn’t think about it, partly because he hadn’t realised it, partly because he was too busy ridding his face of the remnant icing. And there was a lot of icing. Until Lestrade’s finger was touching his face. And his hair. Quite possibly also his hands. And Mycroft should have known the batch of cupcakes had been nothing but a petty attempt at wooing, should really have thought about it, but then the man’s lips were on his and all Mycroft could think as he closed his eyes, was that he didn’t even know his first name.
Prompt 2: Amusement Park
By: watsonswarrior (Team Lestrade)
John stared at Sherlock, mouth agape, eyes wide. His eyebrows shot up as he tore his eyes away from the Times. He could not believe the words that had just come out of his mouth.
“So, hang on a moment. You want to go to…an amusement park?” Sherlock, exasperated, sighed deeply.
“John, it’s for a case, you don’t actually think I would consider going to a place such as that unless it was for something of importance, would you?”
“No, I’d never think anything of the sort. Well, at least your reasoning is more of what I expect. Only Sherlock Holmes would go to an amusement park and not intend on having any fun whatsoever.” John rustled the newspaper in his hands, folding it closed. John didn’t even want to know what case this could possibly be for; it was far too early in the morning. Sherlock took another sip of his black coffee and grinned.
“Well, I’m glad we have that sorted. Now, I’ve researched several parks nearby and narrowed them down to three. I’ve taken into consideration the amount of rides, arcade games, and snack stands and then picked our final park, the one we will be going to right now.”
Prompt 2: Winter
By: sherlocksscarfandjohnsjumper (Team Moriarty)
John sat on the sofa,
Scarf and coat in hand
He stares out the window
and watches as flakes fall to the ground.
‘Sherlock loved the snow’ he thought,
as tears rolled down his face.
He stood up slowly and gave out a big sigh.
Wrapped the scarf around his neck, and went to say goodbye.
Prompt 2: Visitors
By: shakespearwasaflirt (Team Mycroft)
John walks towards 221b, after a long shopping trip only made longer by the fact that Sherlock wanted to come along to ‘observe’ others. What he didn’t tell John however is that ‘observation’ meant taking things out of people’s shopping carts and telling them exactly how much weight they would gain from said food product. He was currently sitting in security head office as far as John knew. Shaking his head he placed key in the front door and put the shopping down. As he hung his coat in the hallway, he noticed a planitive mew come from right beside him.
‘What?’
He looked down and saw a tiny black kitten sitting at his feet.
He gently picked it up, ‘Now, how did you get in?’
John looked at the door realising that he had left it wide open.
‘Ah, I see. Well, it looks like we’re going to have to find you your owners hm?’
Cradling the kitten in one hand and carrying the rest of the shopping in the other he made the climb upstairs. The kitten started to mew loudly as he went upstairs.
‘Shh. You don’t want Mrs Hudson hearing.’
He had no idea why he said that to the kitten as he was sure Mrs Hudson would have loved to had said hello. Then again, he could imagine the fuss she would cause about the mess a kitten would make. No best to keep this a secret.
A voice came from downstairs, ‘Who have you got up there? Sherlock? John?’
With a smile John replied, ‘Oh just a visitor Mrs Hudson, nothing to worry about.’
Prompt 2: A Problem
By: arosynose (Team Molly)
It’s not that Sherlock was asexual. Not really. He’d tried, certainly, to forget all the physical, messy, unnecessary things that might bog down his capacity to think straight. In middle school, he abandoned all pretense of social skills and his classmates stopped bothering him, and his mind became clear and utterly rational. In high school, he avoided physical contact like the plague and spent more than one night alone with his hand, but his mind was still clear. After high school, he’d finally succeeded completely, and had shut his libido away to focus on his major in Chemistry. During university, he’d perfected the art of ignoring even the possibility of physical attraction, much less emotional affinity, and by the time he dropped out to become the world’s only consulting detective, he’d progressed to a near-robotic state. It was perfect, for him and for his work. No distractions, no attachments. He operated quickly and efficiently and could vanish away after being undercover with no remorse for severing the ties made. It was perfect.
And then…Oh, and then.
John.
Prompt 2: Letters
By: yuuwiththeface (Team Mrs. Hudson)
John found the first letter on his nightstand when he awoke. It wasn’t very long, just a single letter itself: I.
The second letter was in the bathroom, taped to his toothpaste: L.
A third was propped between his shampoo bottle and the wall of the shower: O.
As John went about his morning routine, he kept finding letters strewn about until finally he came to a longer one next to the tea:
John, based on your daily activities I estimate you should have found all of the letters I left for you. If you put them in the right order you’ll find a message in them. Don’t take too long, it’s very important. -SH
John sat down at the kitchen table with scraps of paper - there were almost ten of them - a bit annoyed that Sherlock couldn’t just come out and say whatever it was those papers would tell him, but curiosity ensured that he was soon arranging them to try and find the message. It didn’t take long:
OUT OF MILK.
Prompt 2: A Problem
By: arosynose (Team Molly)
“Sherlock.”
“Hmm?”
“There are eyes in my tea.”
“And?”
“Why are there eyes in my tea.”
“Experiment. Testing the tonicity of the human eyeball.”
“Sherlock. I made this tea not ten minutes ago.”
“No time like the present.”
