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Mummy is M
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“Coming, John?” shouted Lestrade, walking backwards.
“Yeah, right behind you,” John shouted back, and he turned back to Sherlock. “See you Baker Street?”
“No, Chinese,” said Sherlock, frowning. “We solved a case. Chinese.”
“It’s not even dinner yet. There’s a Bond marathon and the boys asked me along.” John sighed at Sherlock’s expression. “I’ll meet you for Chinese after.”
“They didn’t ask me.”
John snorted. “You’d want to see a James Bond movie?”
“Why not?”
John laughed. And then he laughed again. When he had doubled over, Sherlock sighed and waited patiently.
“All right, fine,” said John. “Come on, then. But buy your own popcorn.”
“He’s coming?” cried Anderson, and Sherlock smiled.
“This might be fun after all,” he said.
*
It wasn’t, and John started to get that impression within five minutes of entering the theater. The first indication was that Mycroft Holmes was already inside.
“Sherlock. Dr. Watson,” said Mycroft.
“You don’t have enough subterfuge in your daily life, you have to take it in ( ... )
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“Ridiculous outfit,” muttered Mycroft. “She would never really wear that.”
John turned around to give Mycroft an odd look. “She’s the head of MI6, you expect her to wear a catsuit?”
Sherlock shuddered. “Please,” he moaned.
“Oi,” called Lestrade. “Take it to the back row, if you two are going to be that way.”
“Freaks,” said Donovan.
“He wasn’t moaning about me, he was moaning about Judi Dench,” hissed John.
“Jealous much, mate?”
John spun to see the nearby person, not even of their party, grinning at them. “It’s not a date!” he hissed, and could tell no one believed him.
John crossed his arms and slunk down in his seat. Sherlock and Mycroft fell silent again, but John watched them from the corner of his eye, and soon enough, noticed something peculiar. They didn’t seem to react to the explosions, the girls, or the chase scenes. But every time M was on the screen, they both sat up a little straighter, paid slightly more attention, and would every so often mutter something under their breath, usually along the lines ( ... )
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This was ridiculously funny!
“Extra butter, Mycroft?”
I couldn't stop laughing with this one.
Of course Mycroft had to be inside the cinema, of course people'd think they were on a date, of course Donovan had to keep reminding everyone about the "Freaks" and of course Anderson had to accidentally butter on his trousers.
This whole fill is brilliant! I kept laughing from beginning to end. (Plus, I love the ending).
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http://archiveofourown.org/works/489633
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John doesn't want him to be alone.
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(Though I absolutely agree with Sherlock on this one - problem is: few people ever get the point.)
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We Happy Few
by Laura
First, there’s a change in the way John looks at him. What was clinical and concerned, friendly, becomes something else. It’s followed by a change in the way he touches him, other than what occurs after a gun fight. A casual brush of fingers becomes deliberate contact.
It’s John, he knows it’s John, who means a great deal to him, but Sherlock doesn’t like any of it. Alone is what he has. Alone protects him. Caring is not an advantage ( ... )
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I'd like a fic where Sherlock is blind, perhaps from birth, but long-term anyway. He's fiercely independent. He's an ass. He solves crimes.
inspiration: http://www.nytimes.com/2007/10/29/world/europe/29iht-blind.4.8100944.html?pagewanted=all
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tl:dr I'm a moron but seconded!
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In the mean time I hope others fill this!
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"Sherlock," he growled under his breath.
Then: "Time to go to the tailors."
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