Crack Mini-fill
anonymous
August 3 2011, 08:13:02 UTC
I'm so sorry, I swear I was going to write a nice serious story that properly explored the nuances between both of these worlds. But I'm not going to lie, writing this was great.
“I actually like this,” Sherlock said from where he was swathed with scarves.
“We are going to find a philosopher’s stone,” John said, prodding his metal shoulder and leg furiously. “And you are going to be grateful to your brother for taking over Amestris’ government so we have funding to hunt down every possible lead for one.”
Sherlock sighed, the sound distorted from many layers of scarves. “A body is just transport anyways. I don’t understand what’s your obsession with restoring my body. It was Mycroft’s fault anyways.”
John huffed angrily and continued prodding his shoulder and leg. He ignored the coat sitting next to him, swathed in scarves to hide the distinct lack of an actual body.
“And your leg isn’t actually metal. That’s psychosomatic.”
I'm glad you enjoyed! I'm so sorry for doing this to your prompt, and I hope somebody else will do better. Though now I'm really tempted to write The Epic Adventures of Dr. John H. Watson and that odd coat that keeps following him around... but I will refrain in hopes that somebody can write you something wonderful and amazing. :)
Re: author anonfaustaufsaugAugust 10 2011, 11:40:25 UTC
What? No! Don't resist temptation! Write The Epic Adventures of Dr. John H. Watson and that odd coat that keeps following him around! WRITE EEEEET! *tempt tempt tempt* You know you want to ;)
On a more serious note: Your snippet is hilarious. John's leg isn't actually metal XD
Fill - The Adventures of Dr. John H. Watson, State Alchemist (1/?)virdantAugust 14 2011, 08:14:52 UTC
Eek, so I wasn't going to write more after my mini-fill, but I gave in. This made me smile lots when I wrote it, so I hope it makes you smile too, anon. Also, not going to anon for this because I'm sure I'm going to screw something up when posting (and I just did [twice], let's try that again), and I'd rather have delete on my side. XD. Expanded on the mini-fill, and the result is this. I hope you like!
The epic Adventures of Dr. John H. Watson, State Alchemist And that odd coat that keeps following him around
In which Sherlock is a Coat, John is short, and they still haven’t found a philosopher’s stone.
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“Are you John Watson?”
“Yes, and you are?” John looked up at the man… who had Sherlock draped over his arm. Oh bloody hell.
“Is this your coat?” the man demanded, shaking Sherlock at him. Sherlock was appropriately limp. John took a moment to swear at Sherlock in his head. Every time Sherlock got caught breaking into other people’s flats, his response to getting caught was to pretend he was John’s coat. It probably didn’t
( ... )
Fill - The Adventures of Dr. John H. Watson, State Alchemist (2/?)virdantAugust 14 2011, 08:15:50 UTC
John met Sherlock on a cool winter day in the laboratory of St. Bart’s. Just home from Afghanistan and still going through the last bits of physical therapy for his automail shoulder and leg, Dr. John H. Watson, State Alchemist, had very quickly realized that he needed a flatmate
( ... )
Re: Fill - The Adventures of Dr. John H. Watson, State Alchemist (1/?)virdantAugust 14 2011, 08:18:38 UTC
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John very quickly began to disapprove of The Coat. Mostly because since Sherlock Holmes was so content to be a coat, it was always John that got the weird looks. And they weren’t even odd looks for the carefully hidden automail that John spent hours maintaining. No, John got peculiar glances and whispers because of Sherlock’s existence.
“It would be easier if you would just put me on,” Sherlock commented. “Much more logical.”
“I’m not wearing you, Sherlock.” John ignored the little child staring at the odd turban-like blob that was serving as Sherlock’s head today, and the parents who were giving John disapproving looks. As if all of this were John’s fault. “That’s unhygienic
( ... )
Fill - The Adventures of Dr. John H. Watson, State Alchemist (4/5?)virdantAugust 14 2011, 08:21:12 UTC
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“Mycroft’s going to kill you,” Sherlock exclaimed gleefully.
“Shut up and run,” John shouted back, leg moving smoothly for once.
“You shot a philosopher’s stone!” Glee was practically radiating off of The Coat. If it were possible to dance a jig and run at the same time, Sherlock would be doing so
( ... )
RFill - The Adventures of Dr. John H. Watson, State Alchemist (5/5 yay!)virdantAugust 14 2011, 08:23:38 UTC
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At the end of the day, Sherlock turned over to the local authorities the same man whose flat Sherlock had broken into.
“You broke into a serial killer’s flat?”
“Good thing I’m just a coat, isn’t it?” Sherlock’s voice was far too smug for a man who had spent three hours in prison. “Imagine what would have happened if I had a body.”
“You would have died,” John said. “You should have died.” He shook his head in disbelief. “You deserve to die.”
“But I didn’t.” Sherlock waved a sleeve, and then paused to contemplate a hole that was developing in the sleeve. “And now we can go home and you can drink Mrs. Hudson’s tea.”
“I have half a mind to dump her tea on you.”
Sherlock sniffed. “That’s horribly rude. And you were complaining about me being unhygienic.”
“Sherlock,” he began.
The Coat’s posture shifted to look slightly more accommodating.
John shook his head. “I can’t believe I can actually recognize your moods now. This is ridiculous
( ... )
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*revives*
Seconding! And tracking like I've never tracked before!
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“I actually like this,” Sherlock said from where he was swathed with scarves.
“We are going to find a philosopher’s stone,” John said, prodding his metal shoulder and leg furiously. “And you are going to be grateful to your brother for taking over Amestris’ government so we have funding to hunt down every possible lead for one.”
Sherlock sighed, the sound distorted from many layers of scarves. “A body is just transport anyways. I don’t understand what’s your obsession with restoring my body. It was Mycroft’s fault anyways.”
John huffed angrily and continued prodding his shoulder and leg. He ignored the coat sitting next to him, swathed in scarves to hide the distinct lack of an actual body.
“And your leg isn’t actually metal. That’s psychosomatic.”
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OH MY GOD.
:D :D :D
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On a more serious note: Your snippet is hilarious. John's leg isn't actually metal XD
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http://parrotfic.livejournal.com/32235.html
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The epic Adventures of Dr. John H. Watson, State Alchemist
And that odd coat that keeps following him around
In which Sherlock is a Coat, John is short, and they still haven’t found a philosopher’s stone.
--
“Are you John Watson?”
“Yes, and you are?” John looked up at the man… who had Sherlock draped over his arm. Oh bloody hell.
“Is this your coat?” the man demanded, shaking Sherlock at him. Sherlock was appropriately limp. John took a moment to swear at Sherlock in his head. Every time Sherlock got caught breaking into other people’s flats, his response to getting caught was to pretend he was John’s coat. It probably didn’t ( ... )
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John very quickly began to disapprove of The Coat. Mostly because since Sherlock Holmes was so content to be a coat, it was always John that got the weird looks. And they weren’t even odd looks for the carefully hidden automail that John spent hours maintaining. No, John got peculiar glances and whispers because of Sherlock’s existence.
“It would be easier if you would just put me on,” Sherlock commented. “Much more logical.”
“I’m not wearing you, Sherlock.” John ignored the little child staring at the odd turban-like blob that was serving as Sherlock’s head today, and the parents who were giving John disapproving looks. As if all of this were John’s fault. “That’s unhygienic ( ... )
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“Mycroft’s going to kill you,” Sherlock exclaimed gleefully.
“Shut up and run,” John shouted back, leg moving smoothly for once.
“You shot a philosopher’s stone!” Glee was practically radiating off of The Coat. If it were possible to dance a jig and run at the same time, Sherlock would be doing so ( ... )
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At the end of the day, Sherlock turned over to the local authorities the same man whose flat Sherlock had broken into.
“You broke into a serial killer’s flat?”
“Good thing I’m just a coat, isn’t it?” Sherlock’s voice was far too smug for a man who had spent three hours in prison. “Imagine what would have happened if I had a body.”
“You would have died,” John said. “You should have died.” He shook his head in disbelief. “You deserve to die.”
“But I didn’t.” Sherlock waved a sleeve, and then paused to contemplate a hole that was developing in the sleeve. “And now we can go home and you can drink Mrs. Hudson’s tea.”
“I have half a mind to dump her tea on you.”
Sherlock sniffed. “That’s horribly rude. And you were complaining about me being unhygienic.”
“Sherlock,” he began.
The Coat’s posture shifted to look slightly more accommodating.
John shook his head. “I can’t believe I can actually recognize your moods now. This is ridiculous ( ... )
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