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Hm. I seem to have let myself get a bit carried away. I swear I thought I had Sherlock and John actually announce an engagement in The Scottish Play, but it seems Sherlock simply announced they were a couple and John joked about setting a date. Then there's all that bit about John being welcomed into the family when the casting happens and the last line is about having a pre-nup. No actual engagement that I can find with a quick skim. Oh well, as a bit of a reminder since it's taken me sooooooo loooooong to actually write all this, here's the basic set up:

Sherlock smiled pleasantly, and with a calculated swing of his hips sashayed across the room. As he did, he declaimed, “How clever of you, Father; you’ve anticipated our happy announcement. I believe we’ve settled on ‘lovers’ as the preferred term, actually. How kind of you to ask.” He turned his gaze briefly on his brother and instructed with a sniff, “Do keep up, Mycroft.”

Mycroft didn’t even bother trying to hide his sigh.

And so, John thought, he was now playing gay for Sherlock’s entire family for the rest of time. Fantastic. He wondered how long it would take for the hints about grandchildren to start cropping up. “I imagine we’ll set a date just as soon as I’ve convinced Sherlock to register for something other than a Bunsen burner and a centrifuge. I keep telling him we desperately need a new electric kettle,” he threw up his hands in genuine frustration, “but he just goes on about blood and-,”

Hannibal pulled the pin out of the grenade.


And on with the tale...

*****

“Just admit it. This is your favourite part of the entire endeavour.” Sherlock glanced over at John who was making no attempt to hide his glee.

“I freely admit it. Sherlock Holmes balancing on a little stool in a dress is ample reward for all the hassle I’ve been put through this year.”

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Hugh Stewart in his excellent booklet “Elements of English Country Dance” says: “Give weight: This is a common (despairing) cry”. Some people never seem to come to terms with it. If you're in a square set and you circle left, the men's hands are underneath and the ladies' hands are on top. The men push upwards and the ladies push downwards, so that there's some tension in your arms — you can actually feel that there's someone there. It's not an affectation; it's not something that you do because it looks pretty — it's sheer mechanics. It enables you to apply a force to the other person and thereby move them — while they're doing the same to you. The way to get a good circle (walked or slipped) is that you all give a slight pull to the person behind you. Try it. - colinhume.com

***

John frowned at the schedule because it was suddenly claiming that he had plans for that evening (right this moment, in fact) which it hadn’t done just that morning when he had checked it and it had instructed him to hand Sherlock his phone, a pickaxe and if he could find one, (a very rare qualification where his flatmate was concerned) a rubber stamp bearing the legend ‘Excellent!’. It had taken a stab at relating these instructions to their participation in the Production by tacking on the statement: Grandmother requested I ring her.

Even more alarming was the fact that the late-breaking activity was labelled: Dance Lesson. His first instinct was to go directly upstairs and pack a few things into a bag. A weekend in Dublin seemed an ‘Excellent!’ alternative. This action was forestalled by the ringing of the doorbell.
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Sherlock was, extremely thoughtfully mind you, making tea. He reached up for the box of tea bags and a sharp stab of pain from his presumably not-entirely-healed wound caused him to make a small noise. A small noise, it should be noted. John, however, apparently had the hearing of – well – something that could hear extraordinarily well; a dog, perhaps? Definitely an entry worthy of deletion until this moment.

In any case, Sherlock abruptly found himself no longer extremely thoughtfully making tea but sat down and fussed at.

It felt as if John had been fussing at him for days on end.

***
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“You are absolutely not allowed to die on me, Sherlock. I refuse to play Benedick opposite anyone else.”

“Christ, John, I can hardly die with my doctor right beside me; unless you’re changing your own verdict and admitting to incompetence in that area?”

It was a decent attempt at condescending if not witty, but John could hear the pain in his partner’s voice and his worry ratcheted up a notch. A doctor he may have been, but they were stranded God knows where in the middle of the Scottish Highlands, they were on foot, it was swiftly getting dark, the temperature was already turning chill, and Sherlock was bleeding like a stuck pig. There wasn’t much even a very good doctor experienced in dealing with battlefield conditions could do in their present circumstances. He wasn’t even happy allowing Sherlock to move, but leaving him lying on the ground applying pressure to his wound as he slowly bled to death didn’t seem a truly viable fucking alternative.
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“Jesus! Did he have to make it life-sized?”

“Lestrade, watch that -,”

BLAM

“What are you boys doing up there? Was that my wall?”

“No, Mrs Hudson,” three male voices chorused untruthfully.

Their awkward struggle to haul the gargantuan packing crate up the stairs continued significantly more quietly, muffled grunts aside, until Sherlock was forced to quickly jerk one of the corners he was in charge of rather forcefully and completely unexpectedly in order to avoid bashing his knee with the corner in question.

“Ouch! Christ, that was my chin!”

“Better than my knee.”

“Heartless bastard, you are. I should drop this right now and let you haul your own bloody crate about. Why the fuck did you have it sent to my office anyway?”

“Temper, temper, Lestrade.”

“Oi! I’d like to point out that forward motion is our friend. Greg, if you abandon your post now I’ll set him on you; I’ll refuse to come along on any Met cases for the next six months. Punch him later if you like, but haul the bloody crate right now.”
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It was morning, and the sitting room of 221B was uncharacteristically both silent and flooded with sunlight. Clad in pyjamas and dressing gown, Sherlock, of course, couldn’t see himself (or rather wouldn’t seek out his reflection unless prompted) but the abundance of natural light made him look ghostly, ethereal. His pale skin glowed and his eyes were no colour at all. This apparition sat, long fingers and slim hands steepled under his chin as he contemplated the dainty, decorative bottle which he had nicked out of his family’s attic the previous December.

It was sealed.

It was sealed with lead.

He found he was a little bit frightened of what it might contain.

The fear was what made it exciting.

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Title: Solving for Home
Recipient: [livejournal.com profile] fiona_fawkes
Author: [livejournal.com profile] impulsereader
Beta/Britpicker: [livejournal.com profile] quarryquest
Characters/Pairings: John, Sherlock, plus a tiny smattering of Lestrade and Mrs Hudson. Gen.
Rating: PG for a bit of violence visited upon the lads during the course of events.
Warnings: None
Summary: A look at the evolution of John and Sherlock’s friendship.
A/N: Written for December 2012 [livejournal.com profile] holmestice. Now with added Bartók! Thanks go to [livejournal.com profile] pargoletta for being my ethnomusicologist. In the end I decided there was no real reason for Sherlock to especially enjoy practicing a piece which is only, at best, half of a whole. There are a few additional notes at the end.

*****

2010

The flat was quiet.

John had only lived at 221B Baker Street for three days and six hours so far, but judging from the events which had filled the hours, minutes, and very seconds of those three and a quarter days, he was guessing (or, rather, he’d do better to deduce, he corrected himself) that it was going to be a very rare thing for the flat to be quiet.
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I would very much like to post my holmestice story to keep everything tidy, but a last-minute reviewer pointed out that I was using the wrong tense when referring to Mendelssohn's Songs Without Words.

My intention was simply to reference canon when Watson states: That he could play pieces, and difficult pieces, I knew well, because at my request he has played me some of Mendelssohn's Lieder, and other favourites.

But when I look up Songs Without Words in an attempt to make sure I get it right this time the internet is telling me these are piano pieces. Now, certainly, Holmes could still be playing them transcribed for the violin? I've very definitely gone all insecure about it and I'm not quite sure how to proceed.

Suggestions? Assistance?

Erm - right - here's the actual (incorrect) text:

He picked up his violin again and proceeded to play what John now recognized as Mendelssohn’s Leider De Onne Worter. It was a beautiful piece and one of John’s favourites; it reminded him of the first time he’d been woken in the dead of night by Sherlock’s violin.

Simple, right? Together we can fix this, I'm sure! If nothing else, I'm sure [livejournal.com profile] pargoletta and I can sort it out tomorrow using her knowledge of music and the power of the internet via my wifi connection. :-)

Oh, on another local Chicago note, I'm always pleased when there is Jeeves in the area and I'll definitely drive out to see this: http://firstfolio.org/plays/jeevestakesabow.php and hope that there isn't snow as there was the last time I saw something there. :-)
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Title: Modern Dance
Author: [livejournal.com profile] impulsereader
Rating: G
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Character(s): Sherlock and Irene
Summary: They visit Quaid-e-Azam’s Mausoleum in Karachi. Because when you are Sherlock Holmes that is what you do after you save this particular damsel in distress.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 206
Author's Notes: Written for the December Drabble Exchange a [livejournal.com profile] great_tales fo [livejournal.com profile] goldvermilion87 in response to the prompt - Tell a story by describing the setting. Description and pictures of the setting are linked to at the end.

"Come away! her dancing says. Come out into the splendid perilous world! Come up on the mountain-top where the great wind blows! Learn to be young always! Learn to be incessantly renewed! Learn to live in the intemperate careless land of song and rhythm and rapture! Say farewell to the world you know and join the passionate spirits of the world’s history! Storm through into your dreams! Give yourself up to the frenzy that is in the heart of life, and never look back, and never regret! You shall become sweet and mad as a lover … - Robert Edmond Jones, in "The Gloves of Isadora" in Theatre Arts, Vol. 31, Issue 10 (1947)

*****

The building awaits their arrival as they walk through the parkland surrounding it.  They move towards it at a leisurely pace, admiring its graceful Moorish arches and the tessellation of its outside walls, a binary honeycomb; a stark beauty even he can appreciate.  All is crowned with a majestic dome.

Grass morphs to marble and they are surrounded by the siren song of water droplets dancing through the air; moving together, this man and this woman, though they are not joined by clasped hands.

He remains all elegance but she turns clumsy when they fold in two to slip shoes from feet.  This gambit garners her the amused quirk of his brow rather than his steadying hand.  She smiles and flutters her lashes in counterpoint.

As they climb the steps to the doorway they provide a striking and dramatic contrast (not so very unusual for these two); each of them walks in darkness and joined together this couple is a portentous shadow cast against the facade of the lustrous white palace of the dead.  We misbehave writ large in silhouette for all the world to see and fail to comprehend.

Once inside they descend; this woman and this man, moving together, though they do not touch.

Fin.

*****

Images of the building courtesy of google here: https://www.google.com/search?q=Quaid-e-Azam%27s+Mausoleum&hl=en&client=firefox-a&hs=CQR&tbo=u&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&tbm=isch&source=univ&sa=X&ei=lerQUIOWK4S0ygG-2IH4BQ&ved=0CEIQsAQ&biw=1016&bih=375

I have not visited personally, but per the internets: The Mazar issurrounded by trees, and a garden laid in the format of Islamic art, with fountains all around it. You have to climb several steps to reach the top (shoes have to be removed before ascending), and the tomb is
inside the Mazar. The actual grave is several meters below the marble tomb - as reported by this actual (virtual) tourist: http://members.virtualtourist.com/m/p/m/163fc3/
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This chapter comes to you courtesy of [livejournal.com profile] quarryquest, who wanted a bit of a romp through Kew Gardens with some specific elements thrown in. A couple of moments come with illustration in the form of pictures taken at the Garden by our intrepid locationeer. The filming did take place as described though I believe it actually occurred in June of last year so it’s been a bit time travelled into the future here – or perhaps I am simply predicting the sequel. :-) The intro/teaser for Sir David Attenborough’s Kingdom of Plants which filmed at Kew can be seen here:
I highly recommend it, it is deeply beautiful.

*****

The case Mycroft had brought them in May had proved itself both engrossing and entertaining. Throwing together a ring of diamond smugglers, Sherlock undercover as a deep-sea diver, John undercover as a holiday-maker with an adrenaline addiction, a troop of trained seals, and a half dozen pogo sticks will generally drive all the boring right out of a situation. It was well into June by the time they’d finished with it.

What was less amusing (well, no, actually it was quite amusing except in Sherlock’s view) was the case which Mycroft somehow managed to tack onto the end of the deep-sea-diving diamond smugglers. Sherlock, flushed with the success of closing the case, had intended to sweep in and out of his brother’s office with the greatest of flair. Unfortunately, it hadn’t exactly worked out that way.
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“The new newsletter is out.”

Annoyed at the interruption, Sherlock didn’t even try to keep the tetchiness from his voice. “What are you on about?”

“Grandmother just sent out this month’s Production newsletter, you prat. Do you think I’d be telling you I just got an inside line on Top Gear’s latest news?”

Mention of the Production immediately chased away his irritation. “What does it say?” He got up to read over John’s shoulder.

“We’re supposed to know our lines by now.”

Sherlock snorted in derision. “What else? Anything helpful?”

“What exactly would be helpful aside from my suddenly being possessed by the spirit of Laurence Olivier?”

“Olivier never played Benedick.”

“This, you retained.”
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This is short, fluffy, and will be my contribution to [livejournal.com profile] 221b_advent once 2/12/12 0800 GMT rolls around.

Title: Occluded Front
Author: impulsereader
Fandom/Pairing: Sherlock BBC; gen
Characters: John, Sherlock, a snippet of Mrs H, and mention of Greg & Molly.
Length: ~1,600 words
Disclaimer: I neither own nor seek to profit from any aspect of Sherlock.
Summary: A study in temperature. Occluded front: A front formed when a cold front overtakes and merges with a warm front; represents the final stage in the life cycle of a midlatitude cyclone.
A/N: Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] quarryquest for the britpick and beta, also [livejournal.com profile] f_m_r_l for pointing out the obvious. :-)

*****

People think Sherlock is cold.

They see his eyes glaze over when they give him the ‘normal’ smiles of greeting and offer their hands to show they have no weapons hidden away. They do not understand that blades and guns are not the weapons which have made Sherlock wary. Artifice is stripped away; fear results; fear turns to anger; piss off.
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It was unusual for the strains of Sherlock’s violin to wake John in the early hours of the morning now. This wasn’t because Sherlock played more often during the more appropriate hours when Apollo graced London with his light; it was because John had long since grown used to his playing when Diana reigned ascendant. Generally, this no longer woke him.

When he was pulled from a particularly deep sea of dreams in the small hours of an April dawn, though, he could not identify any other reason why he might be awake rather than still asleep.

Have a mug of late night tea with John and Sherlock )
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“Sherlock, did you take my -,” John didn’t get to finish his question, which wasn’t really important because, considering how it began, of course the answer would have been in the affirmative, whether or not his flatmate deigned to give voice to the acknowledgement.

“Are you ready?” Sherlock interrupted him impatiently and thrust his script into his hand.

John stared at it dumbly. “Ready for what?”

“Ready to rehearse of course.”
Learn the first rule )
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I was going to fancy this up and add to it or try to make it funnier by watching the movie while drunk, or something else equally ridiculous. But I've decided it's best to leave it as it is, much the same as when I first wrote it when watching the movie for the gazillionth time, but for the first time after all this madness began. For reference, John and Sherlock are watching the 1993 Ken Branagh/Emma Thompson movie here.
It's movie night at Baker Street )
impulsereader: (John Heart)
Title: The Best Man, and the Most Human
Author: impulsereader
Fandom/Pairing: Sherlock BBC; gen
Characters: John and Sherlock
Length: ~4,300 words
A/N: This is the story which was going to be my holmestice gift, but isn't anymore. So now it is just a post-return story which is framed on the dates of the solstices and equinoxes plus the aphelion and perihelion. Fair warning - John is being hard on himself and there isn't a lot of funny in this story. Happy ending, though!
Disclaimer: I neither own nor seek to profit from any aspect of Sherlock.
Summary: I missed the takeaway and the foot chases when you go that way and I go this; I missed your nagging me to bring home milk and the tappetty tap of your writing about me.
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impulsereader: (John Heart)
Title: The Best Man, and the Most Human
Author: impulsereader
Fandom/Pairing: Sherlock BBC; gen
Characters: John and Sherlock
Length: ~4,300 words
A/N: This is the story which was going to be my holmestice gift, but isn't anymore. So now it is just a post-return story which is framed on the dates of the solstices and equinoxes plus the aphelion and perihelion. Fair warning - John is being hard on himself and there isn't a lot of funny in this story. Happy ending, though!
Disclaimer: I neither own nor seek to profit from any aspect of Sherlock.
Summary: I missed the takeaway and the foot chases when you go that way and I go this; I missed your nagging me to bring home milk and the tappetty tap of your writing about me.
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Title: The Address is 221B Baker Street
Author: [livejournal.com profile] impulsereader
Follows: The Scottish Play - these Baker Street interludes are a monthly peek into the preparations John and Sherlock undertake as they get ready to take on the roles of Benedick and Beatrice respectively.  Not every chapter will have Shakespeare, but most will feature some connection to Much Ado.
Rating: G unless noted otherwise at the beginning of individual chapters.
Length: Varies by chapter but generally fewer than 5k words.
Characters: Mainly John and Sherlock, but I'm pretty sure most of the crew will show up somewhere along the way.
Pairing: This 'verse is overwhelmingly gen with a side of Mycroft/Not Anthea.  ...though, technically, some members of the Holmes clan might be under the impression that John and Sherlock are engaged to be married; people will talk, you know.
Disclaimer: I neither own nor seek to profit from any aspect of this work.  Lines taken directly from Much Ado About Nothing are specifically taken from this version on Project Gutenberg.

Delightfully Britpicked by [livejournal.com profile] quarryquest and periodically inspired by all the very creative and wonderful LJ users on my friends list.

January - Resolution to the Silver Blaze case in which Colonel Ross is shown that Sherlock is no fake, and Sherlock goes to Waitrose to fulfill his Christmas promise to John.

February - John and Sherlock MST3K the 1993 film adaptation of Much Ado About Nothing.

March - Sherlock gives John his first acting lesson.

April - John is awoken in the middle of the night by Sherlock's violin.

May - Mycroft stops by for a visit. Shakespearean hijinks ensue.

June - A case courtesy of Mycroft provides a bit of a romp through Kew Gardens.
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Bit of housekeeping.  (Just this once.)

Title: The Address is 221B Baker Street
Author: [livejournal.com profile] impulsereader
Follows: The Scottish Play - these Baker Street interludes are a monthly peek into the preparations John and Sherlock undertake as they get ready to take on the roles of Benedick and Beatrice respectively.  Not every chapter will have Shakespeare, but most will feature some connection to Much Ado.
Rating: G unless noted otherwise at the beginning of individual chapters.
Length: Varies by chapter but generally fewer than 5k words.
Characters: Mainly John and Sherlock, but I'm pretty sure most of the crew will show up somewhere along the way.
Pairing: This 'verse is overwhelmingly gen with a side of Mycroft/Not Anthea.  ...though, technically, some members of the Holmes clan might be under the impression that John and Sherlock are engaged to be married; people will talk, you know.
Disclaimer: I neither own nor seek to profit from any aspect of this work.  Lines taken directly from Much Ado About Nothing are specifically taken from this version on Project Gutenberg.

Delightfully Britpicked by [livejournal.com profile] quarryquest and periodically inspired by all the very creative and wonderful LJ users on my friends list.

January - Resolution to the Silver Blaze case in which Colonel Ross is shown that Sherlock is no fake, and Sherlock goes to Waitrose to fulfill his Christmas promise to John.
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A special note of thanks to [livejournal.com profile] quarryquest for expert intel regarding London Waitroses.

This can be read as a standalone piece, but it will make a lot more sense if you've read The Scottish Play.

*****

John Watson, formerly of the 5th Northumberland Fusiliers, currently of the Keeping Sherlock Holmes Alive Club, was nobody’s fool. He knew all too well that the sentiment which had led Sherlock to offer him the Christmas gift of one trip to the shops was to be exploited immediately in order to ensure that it actually occurred.

In preparation for this, when they arrived home at Baker Street he cleaned out all the cabinets. He tossed anything which was even near the expiration date, and merrily served up omelettes for dinner in order to use up the last of the eggs. Once the cupboards were bare and the refrigerator contained one lonely jar of pickled pancreas, he sat down to make a list.

Decisively, he wrote down: Milk.
Pop out to the shops with Sherlock. )

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