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donutsweeper) wrote2011-08-04 11:06 pm
donutsweeper) wrote2011-08-04 11:06 pm
Boredom Reigns
Title: Boredom Reigns
Fandom/Warning/Rating: Sherlock BBC, none, rated G
Word Count: 221
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Summary: Sherlock was bored. Until he wasn't.
Author's Note: Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
watsons_woes amnesty prompts wherein 10 fics are written for 10 prompts and all are part of the same story arc. This is the second prompt, "natural disaster and its consequences."
Dull, dull, dull. London during a blizzard was dull. Sherlock wasn't able to postulate if this was a result of criminals disliking the cold or crimes going unnoticed as the masses stayed indoors or if it was a combination of those two factors or something else entirely. In the end it didn't matter; he had nothing to do and the flat was boring.
He couldn't even pester John. Earlier that morning there had been a frantic call from John's sister, regarding something John did not wish to share with him but Sherlock had deduced was about Harry's failing sobriety. So, off John had gone, leaving Sherlock alone in the flat with absolutely nothing to do. He was so desperately bored he had even considered calling Mycroft and offering his services, but, thankfully, that moment of insanity had passed quickly and instead he ordered food from every restaurant with a delivery service within in a ten minute radius of both Mycroft's home and office and arranged for all of Mycroft's favourites to arrive at various times throughout the day. That had been an amusing waste of thirty-seven minutes.
But he was still bored. So very bored. He had been debating searching the flat yet again for John's gun when the phone rang.
"Hello, Mr Holmes. Tell me, have you lost your blogger?"
The story continues in Slipping Away. The masterpost to this entire verse can be found here.
Fandom/Warning/Rating: Sherlock BBC, none, rated G
Word Count: 221
Beta:
_medley_Summary: Sherlock was bored. Until he wasn't.
Author's Note: Written for the
watsons_woes amnesty prompts wherein 10 fics are written for 10 prompts and all are part of the same story arc. This is the second prompt, "natural disaster and its consequences."Dull, dull, dull. London during a blizzard was dull. Sherlock wasn't able to postulate if this was a result of criminals disliking the cold or crimes going unnoticed as the masses stayed indoors or if it was a combination of those two factors or something else entirely. In the end it didn't matter; he had nothing to do and the flat was boring.
He couldn't even pester John. Earlier that morning there had been a frantic call from John's sister, regarding something John did not wish to share with him but Sherlock had deduced was about Harry's failing sobriety. So, off John had gone, leaving Sherlock alone in the flat with absolutely nothing to do. He was so desperately bored he had even considered calling Mycroft and offering his services, but, thankfully, that moment of insanity had passed quickly and instead he ordered food from every restaurant with a delivery service within in a ten minute radius of both Mycroft's home and office and arranged for all of Mycroft's favourites to arrive at various times throughout the day. That had been an amusing waste of thirty-seven minutes.
But he was still bored. So very bored. He had been debating searching the flat yet again for John's gun when the phone rang.
"Hello, Mr Holmes. Tell me, have you lost your blogger?"
The story continues in Slipping Away. The masterpost to this entire verse can be found here.