Fic: 221B - The coat
Another one. Totall crack this time. And -of course- verityburns fault! :P
Title: The coat
Words: 221
Rating: safe for all
Warnings: none
Pairings : none, maybe the coat and it's twirling?
Beta: me and spell check
Disclaimer: Sadly the characters are not mine ( I wish!) and no money is made (that would be sooo cool!).
Summary: Everybody loves THE COAT!
221B - The coat
‘I am taking my coat.’
‘No, you’re not.’
‘I so am.’
‘It’s summer out there, you’re going to get a heat stroke.’
‘I am not going without my coat!’
‘It’s too warm to wear a coat. Leave it.’
‘Just because you’re a few years older does not mean that you get to tell me what to do. Plus I look really amazing in it!’
‘Seriously? This is your argument? Wear the purple shirt, everyone drooled over that as well and you might actually survive running around London during the current heat wave.’
‘I can’t twirl without my coat.’ Now he is pacing the floor.
‘You don’t need to twirl.’
‘Yes, I do. It’s one of my trademarks.’
‘We will get you a new trademark for the summer.’
‘But... just remember all the times I wore the coat! That night at Angelo’s with the car chase, at the crime scene with the pink lady, - oh, when you saw me on the roofs over London? I looked dashing - the night at the museum, ah, and when we found Ian Monkford’s car?’
‘Yes, yes, you looked great. Listen, we really don’t have time for this, we are already late. Mark is going to kill us.’
‘I’m not going without my coat.’
‘Oh, for God’s sake, take the fucking coat. Just come on, Benedict!
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AN: I am not a fan of Real Person Fiction, to be honest it freaks me out. But Verity mentioned that I never wrote a 221B that ended with Benedict and apparently everything she says prompts me to write something. ;)
And I thought this one is innocent enough to go with.
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