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sherlock60Canon Story: The Blue Carbuncle
Title: Amusements; Christmas Parade
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Rating: G
A/N: Here's two holiday tales, plus a bi~g monster of a horror story I wrote for Neil Gaiman's All Hallow's Read: [click] It features my Moriarty clan, but as it's AU, no pre-knowledge whatsoever is required.
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Amusements
After the unexpected goose in 1887, Christmas dinners at 221B’s became a habit. Mrs Hudson insisted on cooking ‘the proper way’, for at least two dozen people, and so friends were drilled in unquestionable attendance. It was a time of amusements, such as Watson’s face when Lestrade asked the young man in Mycroft’s company for his name – which was Jane.
Christmas Parade
A charitable ghost in the extended family once decided to give us siblings a family Christmas. It turned out as successful as we had expected: west wing blown up, tree on fire, trenches all down the servants’ corridors. A Moriarty always remembers their motto: last kid standing gets the sweets.
Come to think of it, not so bad after all.
Title: Amusements; Christmas Parade
Author:
hisietariRating: G
A/N: Here's two holiday tales, plus a bi~g monster of a horror story I wrote for Neil Gaiman's All Hallow's Read: [click] It features my Moriarty clan, but as it's AU, no pre-knowledge whatsoever is required.
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Amusements
After the unexpected goose in 1887, Christmas dinners at 221B’s became a habit. Mrs Hudson insisted on cooking ‘the proper way’, for at least two dozen people, and so friends were drilled in unquestionable attendance. It was a time of amusements, such as Watson’s face when Lestrade asked the young man in Mycroft’s company for his name – which was Jane.
Christmas Parade
A charitable ghost in the extended family once decided to give us siblings a family Christmas. It turned out as successful as we had expected: west wing blown up, tree on fire, trenches all down the servants’ corridors. A Moriarty always remembers their motto: last kid standing gets the sweets.
Come to think of it, not so bad after all.
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