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donutsweeper) wrote2016-07-08 12:17 am
donutsweeper) wrote2016-07-08 12:17 am
The Sinews Of Thy Heart
Title: The Sinews Of Thy Heart
Fandom/Rating: Sherlock (BBC), rated G
Word Count: 221 (b)
Summary: No lions or bears but definitely tigers. Oh my!
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watsons_woes JWP#7. This was supposed to be crack, I don't know what happened. The title is a line from "The Tyger" by William Blake.
The problem with being a tiger, John decided, was he had a bloody long tail and very little idea how to control it. So far he'd accidentally broken two cups, a vase and an incredibly ugly ceramic bird. Sherlock, frustratingly enough, seemed to immediately adapt to being a marmoset ("Callithrix jacchus, John, specificity and attention to detail is important after all."), having no problems flinging himself around the room with the type of precision and skill that made it seem he'd been doing it his whole life. John, meanwhile, didn't have any idea what type of tiger he was other than he had stripes, a very nice set of fangs, an annoying tail, and couldn't walk more than five paces without knocking something over.
Those bastards at Baskerville Military Base had a lot to answer for. One so-called 'minor gas leak' and everyone within a 500 kilometer radius of the damned place had been turned into an animal. And no, Sherlock, the resulting medical phenomenon was not "exceptionally fascinating, especially considering the breadth and scale of transmogrification." It was annoying and frustrating and damn well better be temporary. John huffed, settled his head on his paws, and tried to avoid thinking about how Sherlock smelled like prey and how easy it would be to swallow him down in a single bite.
Fandom/Rating: Sherlock (BBC), rated G
Word Count: 221 (b)
Summary: No lions or bears but definitely tigers. Oh my!
Author's Note: Written for
watsons_woes JWP#7. This was supposed to be crack, I don't know what happened. The title is a line from "The Tyger" by William Blake.The problem with being a tiger, John decided, was he had a bloody long tail and very little idea how to control it. So far he'd accidentally broken two cups, a vase and an incredibly ugly ceramic bird. Sherlock, frustratingly enough, seemed to immediately adapt to being a marmoset ("Callithrix jacchus, John, specificity and attention to detail is important after all."), having no problems flinging himself around the room with the type of precision and skill that made it seem he'd been doing it his whole life. John, meanwhile, didn't have any idea what type of tiger he was other than he had stripes, a very nice set of fangs, an annoying tail, and couldn't walk more than five paces without knocking something over.
Those bastards at Baskerville Military Base had a lot to answer for. One so-called 'minor gas leak' and everyone within a 500 kilometer radius of the damned place had been turned into an animal. And no, Sherlock, the resulting medical phenomenon was not "exceptionally fascinating, especially considering the breadth and scale of transmogrification." It was annoying and frustrating and damn well better be temporary. John huffed, settled his head on his paws, and tried to avoid thinking about how Sherlock smelled like prey and how easy it would be to swallow him down in a single bite.
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Trust John to find his tail annoying but his fangs very nice!
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And John would probably enjoy his claws too.
(Now I'm picturing Shere Khan preening his claws from the Disney animated movie.)
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