I created a couple of one shots (some a bit fluffy) in my mindpalace and wanted to share them with you. They're about my favourite characters of Sherlock BBC: Sherlock, Mycroft, John and Moriarty. I added Greg to the group later on. You can always r...
It's midsomer and the sun is shining relentlessly on you. There's no tree around you to give you any shadow or a blow of the wind to cool down your body. It's hot, terribly hot. While I am writing this on my laptop with a huge Airmonster fan next to me and my sister on the couch complaining about the weather and how she doesn't want to read my story, I'm sipping some cold drink. That's how I (try) to cope with the heat. But how do you do it with your favourite Sherlock character?
John Haymich Watson: Let's play a game. It works like this: John lay down on the ground. He wanted to lie down on the couch, but the piece of furniture was too warm and the ground was some degrees colder so the floor it is. You lay next to him, your legs on the couch.
'It is so hot outside, that Sherlock wouldn't even need a Bunser burner to burn his "beloved" Deerstalker: the sun can do it too.' You complained.
John moved a bit, though it were small movements: big ones were too much in this heat. 'It is so hot outside, that all the water in the entire North Sea will evaporate soon enough.' John tried.
'It's so hot outside that every bird will burn into Phoenixes.' You tried, starting to like this game.
'That's not even close.' Said John and grinned a bit. 'It's so hot outside, that the sun could burn the Earth and make it an equal warm thing.'
You were about to top that. With a huge grin on my face you said: 'It's so hot outside, it's Tom Hiddleston.' you laughed. 'Or Orlando Bloom, that's really hot too!' you added.
'Are you still into that Hiddleston guy? I'm going to shoot him if you ever mention his name again.' John said. 'In this weather? You don't even want to stand up.' You reminded him. 'True, but I can do it from here too.' He said and continued. 'It's so hot outside, that I have no power left at all to be mad at you.'
'Nor to be jealous?' You asked him. He moved a bit. 'I'm not jealous!' But you just grinned (it was too hot for laughing) and called Mrs. Hudson to ask if she could bring you two some cold drinks. And she did, laughing as she saw you two on the ground, both complaining but grinning.
A/N
I keep on complaining so my sister and I keep on trying to top each other with a hotter thing. I think Tom Hiddleston will make me win the game! But my sister thinks Orlando Bloom is way hotter! What do you think? Maybe Luke fudging Evans? Let me know!
My sister wanted me to put this picture of Orlando here you you'd make the 'right' decision:
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I think John might also try to climb into the freezer. And he'd probably succeed: he's the bravest little hobbit of them all, isn't he? ;-)
William Sherlock Scott Holmes: 'Can't you stop complaining for a minute?' Sherlock asked you. 'I can't enter my mindpalace when you keep on moaning about the sun.' You looked at him. Even moving your head was exhausting. 'You have trouble entering your mindpalace because you are bothered by the heat, too.' You said stubbornly and continued complaining.
