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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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Guys - I wanted this to be its own post because this is so fabulous. [livejournal.com profile] jobia offered me a piece of art (in return for the end bit of I Prefer to Text) and I asked for John's portrait -

AND SHE NAILED IT

- please have a look because I honestly cannot suss out how to get a preview into this space...sigh...technological difficulties surface when they are least convenient...

http://jobia.livejournal.com/1329.html

Please comment there because even though I am a comment slut, this artwork is fabulous and I am unbelievably excited that it is based upon what I wrote - seriously, I am Arthur, Steward of the Aeroplane. Please tell [livejournal.com profile] jobia she is amazing.
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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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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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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 )
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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. )
impulsereader: (Sherlock Skull)
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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