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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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Date: 2012-11-25 09:09 pm (UTC)A busy Christmas in Baker Street is quite appealling, too.
Sunday, 25 November 2012
Date: 2012-11-26 01:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-26 04:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-26 05:33 am (UTC)I thought the battle could continue at Baker Street, the more the merrier. ;)
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Date: 2012-11-26 05:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-26 06:44 am (UTC)I would have loved to see Watson's expression as well!
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Date: 2012-11-27 05:22 am (UTC)I love the mental images this bit conjures, and imagining what happened to cause all that chaos.
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Date: 2012-11-28 07:23 pm (UTC)Jerry: 'I'm a man.'
Osgood: 'Well, nobody's perfect.'
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Date: 2012-11-28 07:24 pm (UTC)Five Moriarty kids in one house, enough to rip time and space apart - between breakfast and lunch at least. ;)
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Date: 2012-11-28 09:16 pm (UTC)