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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10 Birthdays (1/?)
anonymous
September 6 2010, 10:54:23 UTC
In which there is plot... no really. Just not explicit plot. This is kind of a sequel to something I wrote over the weekend, but haven't typed up yet. So - 10 birthdays in Lizzy's life. Starting with the infamous 18th and working backwards.
18Harry’s been out with her for four hours. John’s losing his grip and Sherlock’s far too wrapped up in a case to notice anything is amiss
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10 Birthdays (2/?)
anonymous
September 6 2010, 10:55:34 UTC
“I wouldn’t have let anything happen to her,” she repeats. “I made sure I kept an eye on her drinks, I didn’t leave her alone for the entire night - not even to go to the bloody loo, John. Why do you think I took her to a gay bar? Safer there. Fewer heterosexual pricks looking to spike her drink or sexually harass her
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10 Birthdays (5/5)
anonymous
September 6 2010, 11:00:57 UTC
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Mrs Hudson loves birthdays, John realises, as he walks into what looks like the entire stock of a Clinton Cards shop. Banners, balloons and bears festoon every surface. The cake is huge and probably more suited to a wedding than a child’s eleventh birthday, where the only guests are the residents of 221b (and possibly Mycroft if he can pop in for five minutes
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...I think I'm crying ffrom sheer joy.
anonymous
September 6 2010, 12:45:40 UTC
HOLY GOD A PLOT.
OH MY GOD.
Thank you so much for taking this little prompt of mine and making this THE MOST EPIC THING EVER IN THE FACE OF FANDOM.
Everything about this is just perfect. The ICness, the fluff, THE GODDAMN (UPCOMING) PLOT.
I can't wait to see Lizzy and co. in action. And this mysterious guy (who I have a guess who is, and if it turns out I'm right OH MY GOD THE EPICNESS).
Blowing Out the Candles (2/?)
anonymous
September 7 2010, 09:12:48 UTC
Lizzy’s birthday dawns with brilliant sunshine, which already has John’s mind worrying. The forecast had said sun and the forecast is never right when it matters
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Blowing Out the Candles (3/?)
anonymous
September 7 2010, 09:14:16 UTC
At seven minutes past eleven, Sherlock pulls Lizzy out of the house, not even stopping to tell Mrs Hudson.
The only words Lizzy can make out from the stream of noise coming from his mouth are “not dead. Of course he’s not dead! How could I have been do stupidIt is not them who find John
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Blowing Out the Candles (4/?)
anonymous
September 7 2010, 09:15:29 UTC
She has never been given to loud sobs, except in tantrums, so it is a good few seconds of angry, but hushed, conversation later that Uncle Greg notices the tears rolling down her cheeks. She hiccups.
Uncle Greg comes down to her and reaches up a hand to wipe a tear from her cheek.
Sherlock stares at her, paralysed. Tears and their aftermath are John’s domain and, although he has seen the motions a thousand times and understands the empirical value of each one, he still does not know what to do. Mrs Hudson hugs her a bit tighter.
He could act, could force the hushing noises out of his mouth, and the 'it’s going to be alright’s could be pushed past his lips, but those would be lies and there is a part of his brain that registers that this should not be a lie.
Lizzy doesn’t notice this. She just knows that something is wrong and John’s not there and it’s her birthday. There was going to be jelly and ice cream
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Blowing Out the Candles (5/6)
anonymous
September 7 2010, 09:16:46 UTC
The cafeteria is busy, a lunchtime buzz of people. Uncle Greg sits her down at a table - clearly visible from the counter - and asks her what she wants before he goes up to the counter.
He has been gone thirty seconds when the other man sits down.
“Hello Elizabeth,” he says, smiling. “It’s been a long time.”
Lizzy can see Uncle Greg in the queue. It’s not moving.
“You probably don’t remember me,” he says. “I knew your parents… well, I say knew. We met briefly, just before they died.”
She wonders if she should scream.
“I sang you a nursery rhyme,” he says, still smiling. She wants to scream, but John has always told her to keep her voice down in public and she’s been horrid to John in the last week and she really wants to make up for it. “You still don’t remember?” He looks disappointed, but the image sits wrong on his face, like a mask that doesn’t quite fit. “Hush little baby, don’t say a word. Daddy’s going to buy you a Mockingbird. You were very good, didn’t even cry
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I LOVE YOUR VERSE AND YOU AUTHOR ANON. XOXO
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This was awesome! I liked the part where John tells her to keep the blindfold on so she doesn't see what exactly happened to those men. :D
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18Harry’s been out with her for four hours. John’s losing his grip and Sherlock’s far too wrapped up in a case to notice anything is amiss ( ... )
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“Who’s that one from?” John asks, as she tears open another letter.
She looks at the front, no joke, just a picture of a baby.
“That’s you,” John says, a little surprised. “That must have been taken at your christening. I remember that dress.”
Her blood goes cold, but she can’t quite remember why.
She opens it up. Three words: See you soon.
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14One of her friends finds the ear in a jar and freaks out ( ... )
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Mrs Hudson loves birthdays, John realises, as he walks into what looks like the entire stock of a Clinton Cards shop. Banners, balloons and bears festoon every surface. The cake is huge and probably more suited to a wedding than a child’s eleventh birthday, where the only guests are the residents of 221b (and possibly Mycroft if he can pop in for five minutes ( ... )
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OH MY GOD.
Thank you so much for taking this little prompt of mine and making this THE MOST EPIC THING EVER IN THE FACE OF FANDOM.
Everything about this is just perfect. The ICness, the fluff, THE GODDAMN (UPCOMING) PLOT.
I can't wait to see Lizzy and co. in action. And this mysterious guy (who I have a guess who is, and if it turns out I'm right OH MY GOD THE EPICNESS).
*showers you with LOOOOOVE*
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The only words Lizzy can make out from the stream of noise coming from his mouth are “not dead. Of course he’s not dead! How could I have been do stupidIt is not them who find John ( ... )
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Uncle Greg comes down to her and reaches up a hand to wipe a tear from her cheek.
Sherlock stares at her, paralysed. Tears and their aftermath are John’s domain and, although he has seen the motions a thousand times and understands the empirical value of each one, he still does not know what to do. Mrs Hudson hugs her a bit tighter.
He could act, could force the hushing noises out of his mouth, and the 'it’s going to be alright’s could be pushed past his lips, but those would be lies and there is a part of his brain that registers that this should not be a lie.
Lizzy doesn’t notice this. She just knows that something is wrong and John’s not there and it’s her birthday. There was going to be jelly and ice cream ( ... )
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He has been gone thirty seconds when the other man sits down.
“Hello Elizabeth,” he says, smiling. “It’s been a long time.”
Lizzy can see Uncle Greg in the queue. It’s not moving.
“You probably don’t remember me,” he says. “I knew your parents… well, I say knew. We met briefly, just before they died.”
She wonders if she should scream.
“I sang you a nursery rhyme,” he says, still smiling. She wants to scream, but John has always told her to keep her voice down in public and she’s been horrid to John in the last week and she really wants to make up for it. “You still don’t remember?” He looks disappointed, but the image sits wrong on his face, like a mask that doesn’t quite fit. “Hush little baby, don’t say a word. Daddy’s going to buy you a Mockingbird. You were very good, didn’t even cry ( ... )
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