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26 January 2014 @ 11:15 pm
Sherlock Ficlets  
Two ficlets, written last year for the 'Question Meme', and never cross-posted. Both set in the Abby 'verse

Title: Best Man
Characters: Sarah, Sherlock, John
Rating: G
Pairings: John/Sarah
Word Count 411
Summary: Sherlock gives a Best Man speech. Of sorts.
Author's notes: Written for shadowfireflame, who asked for 'What is Abbyverse Sarah's favorite memory of Sherlock?'.

I'd just like to say that I wrote this before Series Three, proving once again that I am psychic or the Sherlock writers are reading my fanfiction.



“Is Sherlock okay?” Sarah asked, quietly.

“Yeah, I think he's getting his Best Man speech out of his mind palace,” John replied.

Sure enough, a moment later Sherlock's eyes opened and he stood up, picking up a glass and tapping it. The room fell silent.

“Here we go,” John muttered. He took her hand under the table.

“When I'm trying to order my thoughts for a case or puzzling out a problem or forcing myself to write a Best Man speech,” Sherlock began. “I often compose music. It helps me sort out and organize everything I know or need to know. However, in this instance, I seem to have ended up with a song and no solution. I consulted a person in the know,” he nodded toward Mrs Hudson, who smiled. “And we both decided it was probably for the best if I didn't attempt to speak at all. So, instead I'm going to play. Molly?”

Molly scurried up from the back of the room with Sherlock's violin in hand. He took it from her and she scurried away again.

“This composition is entitled 'This is Ridiculous, open bracket 'For John and Sarah', close bracket,” Sherlock announced. He tucked the violin under his chin and began to play.

John and Sarah both started laughing, as the beginning of the song was extremely frustrated sounding, all discordant notes and stabbing, quick sounds. After about thirty seconds, it settled out into something quite nice, if still a bit hostile sounding. Then, it went into a sweeping finale, which was just plain pleasant and simple and...sort of John and Sarah sounding. Sherlock finished with a flourish, and there was an odd round of applause, uncertain from those who didn't know Sherlock and wondered if he was taking the piss, and enthusiastic from those who did know him and knew it was actually very sincere.

He bowed, and tucked his violin bow under his arm to raise his glass. “To John and Sarah,” he said.

The rest of the room echoed the gesture.

Sherlock took a long swog of his drink and sat down. “I added the last bit this morning,” he said to John and Sarah. “Mrs Hudson said it was too angry. I tried to make it match the rhythm of your speech patterns when you talk to each other.” He looked to Sarah, who was wiping an unexpected tear away. “Not good?”

“No,” Sarah agreed. “Brilliant.”






Title: Getting Things Sorted
Characters: Alec, Molly
Rating: G
Pairings: Alec/Molly
Word Count 243
Summary: Love in the exotic fruit aisle.
Author's notes: Written for joonscribble, who asked for 'The first time Alec or Molly or both said "I love you" to the other.'.



Alec loved the Sunday food markets, because they were a staple of weekends with his father. Every Sunday, Dad would wake him up early and they would go looking for ingredients to try out new dishes for dinner that night. Even after Dad remarried and Gigi and her daughters moved in and his half-siblings arrived, going to the market was a Dad and Alec thing. It was still where they went when Alec needed to discuss problems or get advice. “We'll go to the market and get you sorted, son”. He found it comforting to be amongst all the colour and smells and food. It made him happy.

This Sunday, Molly was with him. She'd stayed over the night before and he'd suggested it as something to do that morning. She had her pinkie wrapped around his and held a basket over her arm for the food he picked from the stalls. She made him happy, too.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, blinking up at him.

“I love you,” he said.

He wasn't sure what it was about her biting her lower lip while staring at starfruit that had him so certain, but it had hit him in a sort of cricket bat to the head way.

Her eyes widened to almost comic levels for a moment, and then crinkled at the edges with a bright smile. “Oh!” she said. “Me too. I mean you. I mean, I love you, too.”
 
 
 
shadowfireflame: Sherlock in Molly's labshadowfireflame on January 27th, 2014 04:28 am (UTC)
You seriously must be psychic to have given us so many previews of series 3 before it was even out! In the episodes, when Molly was engaged and Sherlock said Mary was pregnant, I seriously went, “Yup, Awanderingbard called this one, too!” Though I do prefer Alec to Tom. :)

Oh, what a delightful memory Sarah has of Sherlock being the Best Man. Being all awkward at speaking and then consulting Mrs. Hudson to help with the violin composition, awww! Matching the rhythm to Sarah and John’s speech patterns was such a lovely touch; no wonder Sarah teared up!
aelfgyfu_meadaelfgyfu_mead on January 28th, 2014 01:16 pm (UTC)
Very nice!