Holiday Drabble - 23 Dec 12
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monkeybardSnow
BBC Sherlock
Length: 221
Rating: G
This one follows Sleigh Ride and Yule Log (and, I suppose, Wrapping paper/bows/ribbons).
It had snowed. Several inches.
A phone call, a chat with the cook, and John spent the rest of the morning grinning.
"You're up to something," said Sherlock.
"Yes, I am."
Sherlock's pale eyes narrowed. John blinked, innocent and a smidge smug.
"In fact--" The great doorbell chimed. "There it is now."
Outside stood a sleigh with two horses and a driver, all decked out in holiday finery. A kitchen maid delivered the requested hamper with biscuits and hot cocoa. John thanked her while a footman loaded it into the waiting sleigh.
John bundled up, ordering Sherlock to do the same. Sherlock complied, demanding answers that he didn't get.
Finally settled in, John tucked the blankets about them and signalled the driver they were ready.
The afternoon was glorious. Fresh snow sparkled under the winter sun. Adventurous souls had donned cross-country skis. Children made snowmen and angels.
As the sun set, they reached the woods. The driver stopped, jingling harness bells falling silent. John took the hamper and Sherlock's hand and led the way into stillness and quiet.
"Remember when you took me to Leicester Square at three a.m.?"*
"Yes."
"I thought I'd return the favour."
Sherlock looked up through the canopy of bare trees to where the first stars twinkled among the breaking clouds. "Thank you, John. It's beautiful."
*Curious? Read Friday.
BBC Sherlock
Length: 221
Rating: G
This one follows Sleigh Ride and Yule Log (and, I suppose, Wrapping paper/bows/ribbons).
It had snowed. Several inches.
A phone call, a chat with the cook, and John spent the rest of the morning grinning.
"You're up to something," said Sherlock.
"Yes, I am."
Sherlock's pale eyes narrowed. John blinked, innocent and a smidge smug.
"In fact--" The great doorbell chimed. "There it is now."
Outside stood a sleigh with two horses and a driver, all decked out in holiday finery. A kitchen maid delivered the requested hamper with biscuits and hot cocoa. John thanked her while a footman loaded it into the waiting sleigh.
John bundled up, ordering Sherlock to do the same. Sherlock complied, demanding answers that he didn't get.
Finally settled in, John tucked the blankets about them and signalled the driver they were ready.
The afternoon was glorious. Fresh snow sparkled under the winter sun. Adventurous souls had donned cross-country skis. Children made snowmen and angels.
As the sun set, they reached the woods. The driver stopped, jingling harness bells falling silent. John took the hamper and Sherlock's hand and led the way into stillness and quiet.
"Remember when you took me to Leicester Square at three a.m.?"*
"Yes."
"I thought I'd return the favour."
Sherlock looked up through the canopy of bare trees to where the first stars twinkled among the breaking clouds. "Thank you, John. It's beautiful."
*Curious? Read Friday.
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Date: 2012-12-25 05:47 pm (UTC)