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Written to fulfill the "Beginnings," "Middles," and "Ends" prompts at [livejournal.com profile] sherlock100






John Hates Mornings
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Written to fulfill the "Beginnings," "Middles," and "Ends" prompts at [livejournal.com profile] sherlock100






John Hates Mornings
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I am envisioning this as post-Operating System, but technically it fits into the "Corruption" section.  The prompt was "Fraud"






Apostrophe

“Clearly you’ve just come from Number 10. You never get that smug look otherwise. And tell your PA that she should not have changed her perfume. Doesn’t suit her. But the locked room case – don’t pretend that it’s for my benefit. We know as well as you do that you need me, don’t we?”

He looked to his right. For an instant Mycroft wondered if he saw a tear. Then Sherlock continued.

“I’ll text you as soon as we’ve finished this case… If nothing better has come up by tomorrow morning I’ll send…”

Mycroft closed the door against the monologue.



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I am envisioning this as post-Operating System, but technically it fits into the "Corruption" section.  The prompt was "Fraud"






Apostrophe

“Clearly you’ve just come from Number 10. You never get that smug look otherwise. And tell your PA that she should not have changed her perfume. Doesn’t suit her. But the locked room case – don’t pretend that it’s for my benefit. We know as well as you do that you need me, don’t we?”

He looked to his right. For an instant Mycroft wondered if he saw a tear. Then Sherlock continued.

“I’ll text you as soon as we’ve finished this case… If nothing better has come up by tomorrow morning I’ll send…”

Mycroft closed the door against the monologue.



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Thanks to [info]capt_facepalm [livejournal.com profile] med_cat, and [info]labourslamp  for beta-ing/plot-hashing-out help.  Any references to "Blackberry" stolen from [info]capt_facepalm's awesome head-canon.






One Step Ahead

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three

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Thanks to [info]capt_facepalm [livejournal.com profile] med_cat, and [info]labourslamp  for beta-ing/plot-hashing-out help.  Any references to "Blackberry" stolen from [info]capt_facepalm's awesome head-canon.






One Step Ahead

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three

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Where Dreams Come True

 or

What we did on our Holiday

 A play in three acts

by [livejournal.com profile] goldvermilion87 and [livejournal.com profile] labourslamp

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

 

Mr. Sherlock Holmes, the world’s greatest detective and worst flatmate
Dr. John H. Watson, retired army surgeon and the world’s most patient flatmate
Mr. Mycroft Holmes, the government, and also the world’s most infuriating busybody

Receptionist at Disneyland Hotel, The world’s least offensive receptionist.
Manager at Disneyland Hotel, The world’s most put upon hotel manager
Park Employee at the Tower of Terror Picture booth, the world’s most grossed out park employee
Kid from Basque Country, the world’s most ignored thirteen year old
Ryan, the world’s most adoring five year old
Melinda Kirk, Ryan’s mother
Ron Kirk, Ryan’s father
Alexandra, a dark shadow from Sherlock’s past
Ty, the world’s most confused seven year old
Jennifer, an American, Ty’s mother

Various Park Attendants and Tourists


Act I

Act II

Act III


JOHN'S PHOTOS

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Where Dreams Come True

 or

What we did on our Holiday

 A play in three acts

by [livejournal.com profile] goldvermilion87 and [livejournal.com profile] labourslamp

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

 

Mr. Sherlock Holmes, the world’s greatest detective and worst flatmate
Dr. John H. Watson, retired army surgeon and the world’s most patient flatmate
Mr. Mycroft Holmes, the government, and also the world’s most infuriating busybody

Receptionist at Disneyland Hotel, The world’s least offensive receptionist.
Manager at Disneyland Hotel, The world’s most put upon hotel manager
Park Employee at the Tower of Terror Picture booth, the world’s most grossed out park employee
Kid from Basque Country, the world’s most ignored thirteen year old
Ryan, the world’s most adoring five year old
Melinda Kirk, Ryan’s mother
Ron Kirk, Ryan’s father
Alexandra, a dark shadow from Sherlock’s past
Ty, the world’s most confused seven year old
Jennifer, an American, Ty’s mother

Various Park Attendants and Tourists


Act I

Act II

Act III

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Written for Week One of [livejournal.com profile] sherlock_ldws
Prompt: Possession





Would I Lie to You?

“Taxidermy classes in the community centre. But you aren’t here to stare at my wall hangings. This is about your tyres?”

“Taxidermy? At the community—”

“The bat is mine as well. The instructor said that I was quite good.”

“But I’ve never heard—”

“It was up North.”

“Ah, of course. Well, I was about to leave for work last Tuesday when I noticed that my tyres…”



“You killed animals for pleasure? You monster!”

“Big game hunting is a family tradition. Certainly no worse than embezzling.”

“I-I don’t know— What are you—”

“You should know that your employer has already been here for help, so— Be sure to shut the front door behind you!”



“It’s meant to bring good luck in East Asia, Dimmock. Obviously faulty since Mrs. Hudson let you in.”



“From a grateful client. More barmy than you are.”



“I stole it on a dare at Uni. They never found out.”



“It’s only a model.”



“You enjoy making up stories about that animal head thing, then?”

"Inventing Toby Tales is better than being bored."

"It has a name?"
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Written for Week One of [livejournal.com profile] sherlock_ldws
Prompt: Possession





Would I Lie to You?

“Taxidermy classes in the community centre. But you aren’t here to stare at my wall hangings. This is about your tyres?”

“Taxidermy? At the community—”

“The bat is mine as well. The instructor said that I was quite good.”

“But I’ve never heard—”

“It was up North.”

“Ah, of course. Well, I was about to leave for work last Tuesday when I noticed that my tyres…”



“You killed animals for pleasure? You monster!”

“Big game hunting is a family tradition. Certainly no worse than embezzling.”

“I-I don’t know— What are you—”

“You should know that your employer has already been here for help, so— Be sure to shut the front door behind you!”



“It’s meant to bring good luck in East Asia, Dimmock. Obviously faulty since Mrs. Hudson let you in.”



“From a grateful client. More barmy than you are.”



“I stole it on a dare at Uni. They never found out.”



“It’s only a model.”



“You enjoy making up stories about that animal head thing, then?”

"Inventing Toby Tales is better than being bored."

"It has a name?"
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Drabble that [livejournal.com profile] rabidsamfan requested at the [livejournal.com profile] watsons_woes 750 member party.






Potential

John tried to ignore the constant clacking to his right, and told himself that walking really was effective therapy for phantom pain.

He ran his calculations one last time. He would never be able to afford lodging in London for more than two months. But moving somewhere quieter…

He could advertise, of course. But the prospect of a series of mind-numbing interviews with potential flatmates – that was almost worse than leaving London.

And then there was his mother’s voice in his ear, reminding him that adverts might attract criminals and psychopaths – Far too dangerous, John!

An advert it was, then.

“John! John Watson!”
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Drabble that [livejournal.com profile] rabidsamfan requested at the [livejournal.com profile] watsons_woes 750 member party.






Potential

John tried to ignore the constant clacking to his right, and told himself that walking really was effective therapy for phantom pain.

He ran his calculations one last time. He would never be able to afford lodging in London for more than two months. But moving somewhere quieter…

He could advertise, of course. But the prospect of a series of mind-numbing interviews with potential flatmates – that was almost worse than leaving London.

And then there was his mother’s voice in his ear, reminding him that adverts might attract criminals and psychopaths – Far too dangerous, John!

An advert it was, then.

“John! John Watson!”
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Drabble for [livejournal.com profile] eanor.  The final of ten in this drabble meme.





Better to Give

Molly fell into a chair, and picked up the small box.

It had taken ages to decide on a gift. And she’d put so much care into…

She wiped a hand through tears and bright red lipstick.

Took the call: “…so sorry to ask, but…”

“…but you’re the only one alone tonight,” her mind supplied.

John had mentioned something. It must be for Him...

“I don’t have-- I’ll be there.”

She took one last look at the box before she dropped it into the bin.

Then pulled on jeans and the nearest jumper, and grabbed her coat.

Merry Christmas, Sherlock.

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Drabble for [livejournal.com profile] eanor.  The final of ten in this drabble meme.





Better to Give

Molly fell into a chair, and picked up the small box.

It had taken ages to decide on a gift. And she’d put so much care into…

She wiped a hand through tears and bright red lipstick.

Took the call: “…so sorry to ask, but…”

“…but you’re the only one alone tonight,” her mind supplied.

John had mentioned something. It must be for Him...

“I don’t have-- I’ll be there.”

She took one last look at the box before she dropped it into the bin.

Then pulled on jeans and the nearest jumper, and grabbed her coat.

Merry Christmas, Sherlock.

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101 word fic for Challenge 102 at [livejournal.com profile] great_tales.  I would like to credit [livejournal.com profile] capt_facepalm who DOUBLE DOG DARED me to write it.  Furthermore, while this idea came to me via Top Gear, I am sure this delightful fic by [livejournal.com profile] arnie1967 had something to do with the direction it took.  :-D




Captain Stall

“So… four times.”

Sherlock rolled his eyes.

“Sherlock?”

“You didn’t…”

“I finally parked it for you, and I didn’t stall four times.”

“Well, I’ve never reverse parked before.”

“You’ve never… didn’t someone teach you?”

Sherlock coughed.

“What?”

“Hmm?”

“Sherlock!”

“James May.”

“You had driving lessons from James May? How… is that why you hate Top Gear?”

Sherlock started texting.

“Sherlock… you didn’t learn from Top Gear, did you?”

“If you insist on watching that rubbish when I’m in the room I can hardly help observing.”

John snorted and opened the morning paper.

“Hang on! Sherlock, do you have a driving license?”
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101 word fic for Challenge 102 at [livejournal.com profile] great_tales.  I would like to credit [livejournal.com profile] capt_facepalm who DOUBLE DOG DARED me to write it.  Furthermore, while this idea came to me via Top Gear, I am sure this delightful fic by [livejournal.com profile] arnie1967 had something to do with the direction it took.  :-D




Captain Stall

“So… four times.”

Sherlock rolled his eyes.

“Sherlock?”

“You didn’t…”

“I finally parked it for you, and I didn’t stall four times.”

“Well, I’ve never reverse parked before.”

“You’ve never… didn’t someone teach you?”

Sherlock coughed.

“What?”

“Hmm?”

“Sherlock!”

“James May.”

“You had driving lessons from James May? How… is that why you hate Top Gear?”

Sherlock started texting.

“Sherlock… you didn’t learn from Top Gear, did you?”

“If you insist on watching that rubbish when I’m in the room I can hardly help observing.”

John snorted and opened the morning paper.

“Hang on! Sherlock, do you have a driving license?”
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A drabble in response to [livejournal.com profile] eanor's prompt, "Sherlock/Irene or Sherlock, Irene: Love is just a chemical. We give it meaning by choice." at the [livejournal.com profile] sherlockmas prompting fest.





Playing

It wasn’t her whole life—just a series of unconsciously recorded sensations:

       Chocolate frosting on Bill’s birthday cake
       The scent of tea tree shampoo
       Jackie’s large bloodshot eyes the morning Nan led them away
       The clack of stilettos on marble
       An accelerating pulse beneath her fingerti


Ah! She hadn’t been the only victim of a reaction.

She typed the message—an abrupt modern liebestod, or her final sting?

Of course, the question was immaterial unless he’d chosen to embrace his body’s chemical defect… He couldn’t have….

Then her own gasp… and his voice.

Irene smiled.

It seemed he had.


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A drabble in response to [livejournal.com profile] eanor's prompt, "Sherlock/Irene or Sherlock, Irene: Love is just a chemical. We give it meaning by choice." at the [livejournal.com profile] sherlockmas prompting fest.





Playing

It wasn’t her whole life—just a series of unconsciously recorded sensations:

       Chocolate frosting on Bill’s birthday cake
       The scent of tea tree shampoo
       Jackie’s large bloodshot eyes the morning Nan led them away
       The clack of stilettos on marble
       An accelerating pulse beneath her fingerti


Ah! She hadn’t been the only victim of a reaction.

She typed the message—an abrupt modern liebestod, or her final sting?

Of course, the question was immaterial unless he’d chosen to embrace his body’s chemical defect… He couldn’t have….

Then her own gasp… and his voice.

Irene smiled.

It seemed he had.


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Ficlet inspired by a conversation with [livejournal.com profile] capt_facepalm.  All words mine except the two most brilliant ones -- Title is all thanks to [livejournal.com profile] labourslamp who was truly inspired!

Set post-The Reichenbach Fall.  Maybe spoilery?  Probably inaccessible if you haven't seen the show.





Entertaining Angels )
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Ficlet inspired by a conversation with [livejournal.com profile] capt_facepalm.  All words mine except the two most brilliant ones -- Title is all thanks to [livejournal.com profile] labourslamp who was truly inspired!

Set post-The Reichenbach Fall.  Maybe spoilery?  Probably inaccessible if you haven't seen the show.





Entertaining Angels )

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