5 Conversations, 7 Meetings and Several Unexpected Gifts (1/?)
anonymous
September 2 2010, 11:06:55 UTC
Uh... it's not the story of her as a fifteen year old (and I don't know how I'm still writing this, it was supposed to be a one shot and now look at it) it is, however, the story of how they got her... sort of. And now she has a name (though it's not used an awful lot).“John Watson, Doctor,” he smiles and holds out his hand
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Re: 5 Conversations, 7 Meetings and Several Unexpected Gifts (8/8)
anonymous
September 3 2010, 07:17:57 UTC
I don't read fics with kids. I don't LIKE fics with kids. So why do I love this so much? I don't know, but I suspect you of witchcraft. OK, it's possible that you are an amazing writer but given my abiding hatred of kid-fic witchcraft is much more likely - why else would I be so eager to read more?
Seriously, please write more of this. Make it an epic.
Re: 5 Conversations, 7 Meetings and Several Unexpected Gifts (8/8)trillsabellsSeptember 3 2010, 07:52:53 UTC
SHE HAS A LITTLE BLUE SCARF!!!
*collapses from cute*
And i loved the raid, with the police officers looking at her like an exhibit 'sherlock holmes child'. Oh and Anderson left ehr a Dinosaur! Oh come on, it had to be Anderson right?
We definitely need more, more and ever so much more. First day of school maybe? First word (Something like 'amatoxin' given her daily reading)
Mycroft reads the hungry caterpillar! With the right emphasis! I bet if he read her Where's My Cow he'd do all the right voices...
Re: 5 Conversations, 7 Meetings and Several Unexpected Gifts (8/8)
anonymous
September 3 2010, 09:28:17 UTC
How do you do this? I went from, okay, there's a baby to yes, this is perfect.
He pulls it closer, holding it like he has seen in the diagrams and he begins to pace again, glancing down occasionally to check that he hasn’t broken it. This line made me feel the strangest things...
Things My Father Taught Me (1/?)
anonymous
September 3 2010, 13:36:03 UTC
Because I am apparently unable to leave this 'verse along for one day. For those of you who wanted the story of her abduction.
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She has a rape alarm in her coat pocket, a knife in her jeans and she knows enough of various different martial arts to take care of herself. She can list every useful pressure point in the human body and she knows how to kick a man in the crotch hard enough that he can’t see straight.
In theory, although she only turned eleven two weeks ago and her new school uniform still has the baggy flaps that she will ‘grow into’, she should be able to handle anything that comes at her.
The only problem is: she isn’t paying attention.
The last thought she has, after the needle sticks into her neck and before she crumples into the waiting arms of her kidnapper, is that Sherlock is going to lecture her on observation again.
Don’t just see! Observe.221b is more active than it has ever been outside the frequent visits of the Yard’s finest
( ... )
Things My Father Taught Me (2/4)
anonymous
September 3 2010, 13:37:48 UTC
Lestrade has gone again, disappearing out of the door to lead more useless searches.
Sherlock starts. He looks up, and he is the centre of attention.
“Idiot, idiot, idiot.”
John’s at his side before the words have left Sherlock’s mouth. His hands drift to the back of his jeans where his gun is solid and reassuring. He nods.
They are out of the flat before Mycroft can even ask where they are going.
*
Three men, one of them is from the North East, but the others are both from London. She can recognise the accents, but the mud is still beyond her. She is almost out of the rope though, squirming and wriggling her hands. There is blood and her wrists hurt, but this is hardly the first time she has been tied to something.
I want dinner.
Then go and get it.
I’m tied to a chair.
If you want dinner that badly, you’ll figure it out.
Sherlock, we’re going to get done by bloody child line.
She had thought he was horrible then, wanted to run away and never come back - but not really, because he’s Sherlock and he taught her how to run
( ... )
Things My Father Taught Me (3/4)
anonymous
September 3 2010, 13:38:59 UTC
She hears the gun shot and her first thought is ‘they’re going to kill me’.
Then she hears the voice and she is almost sick with relief and delight.
The barrel of a gun is pressed against the side of her head, but she isn’t scared because they’re here and the man on the other end of that gun has no idea, no clue, what he’s dealing with. She pushes the ropes fully off her wrists. She needs to be ready.
If one of your senses is removed, you have to concentrate on the others more.
She has to listen... listen. To the slight drip that might be coming from a leaky tap. To the hum of traffic. Footsteps to one side, in front. Steady, light, Sherlock She turns her face towards him slightly
( ... )
Things My Father Taught Me (4/4)
anonymous
September 3 2010, 13:43:09 UTC
“Keep the blindfold on,” John says, and she can hear him properly now, deep breaths, but calm ones. He walks towards her, but Sherlock’s running, pulling her up and running his hands up and down her arms, checking the rope burn on her wrists and the puncture wound from the needle, taking her pulse with long fingers
( ... )
Re: Things My Father Taught Me (4/4)jupiter_ashSeptember 3 2010, 20:27:55 UTC
You're right, this is getting ridiculous now. Utterly ridiculous... and I love every single minute of it! These stories are brilliant. Totally in character and manage to not go over the top. I can't believe how many times I've read these now or how much I'm looking forward to the next one.
So, uh, can I have some more please? Pretty please? With a cherry on top?
Re: Things My Father Taught Me (4/4)celstaredflowerSeptember 4 2010, 03:21:51 UTC
I'm quite picky when it comes to kid-fic, but I must say, you did this perfectly. You made this absolutely believable. Fantastic job. I will be happy to see more.
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Seriously, please write more of this. Make it an epic.
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*collapses from cute*
And i loved the raid, with the police officers looking at her like an exhibit 'sherlock holmes child'. Oh and Anderson left ehr a Dinosaur! Oh come on, it had to be Anderson right?
We definitely need more, more and ever so much more. First day of school maybe?
First word (Something like 'amatoxin' given her daily reading)
Mycroft reads the hungry caterpillar! With the right emphasis! I bet if he read her Where's My Cow he'd do all the right voices...
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He pulls it closer, holding it like he has seen in the diagrams and he begins to pace again, glancing down occasionally to check that he hasn’t broken it.
This line made me feel the strangest things...
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She has a rape alarm in her coat pocket, a knife in her jeans and she knows enough of various different martial arts to take care of herself. She can list every useful pressure point in the human body and she knows how to kick a man in the crotch hard enough that he can’t see straight.
In theory, although she only turned eleven two weeks ago and her new school uniform still has the baggy flaps that she will ‘grow into’, she should be able to handle anything that comes at her.
The only problem is: she isn’t paying attention.
The last thought she has, after the needle sticks into her neck and before she crumples into the waiting arms of her kidnapper, is that Sherlock is going to lecture her on observation again.
Don’t just see! Observe.221b is more active than it has ever been outside the frequent visits of the Yard’s finest ( ... )
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Sherlock starts. He looks up, and he is the centre of attention.
“Idiot, idiot, idiot.”
John’s at his side before the words have left Sherlock’s mouth. His hands drift to the back of his jeans where his gun is solid and reassuring. He nods.
They are out of the flat before Mycroft can even ask where they are going.
*
Three men, one of them is from the North East, but the others are both from London. She can recognise the accents, but the mud is still beyond her. She is almost out of the rope though, squirming and wriggling her hands. There is blood and her wrists hurt, but this is hardly the first time she has been tied to something.
I want dinner.
Then go and get it.
I’m tied to a chair.
If you want dinner that badly, you’ll figure it out.
Sherlock, we’re going to get done by bloody child line.
She had thought he was horrible then, wanted to run away and never come back - but not really, because he’s Sherlock and he taught her how to run ( ... )
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Then she hears the voice and she is almost sick with relief and delight.
The barrel of a gun is pressed against the side of her head, but she isn’t scared because they’re here and the man on the other end of that gun has no idea, no clue, what he’s dealing with. She pushes the ropes fully off her wrists. She needs to be ready.
If one of your senses is removed, you have to concentrate on the others more.
She has to listen... listen. To the slight drip that might be coming from a leaky tap. To the hum of traffic. Footsteps to one side, in front. Steady, light, Sherlock She turns her face towards him slightly ( ... )
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More! More! More!
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But your kid!fic?
LOVE LOVE LOVE!!! SO MUCH!
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So, uh, can I have some more please? Pretty please? With a cherry on top?
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Author anon. YOU ARE GOD AMONG MEN.
AND MORE? HELL YES.
Lizzy is just so cute. And badass Sherlock, Mycroft and John forever. ♥
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But your stuff is amazing <3
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Anon, you. Are. Brilliant to no end.
...Dare I ask for more?
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