Explosive Chess (Set in the same timeline of the Modern BBC series of Sherlock Holmes, after the Hound of the Baskervilles, but the characters are different)

Disclaimer: I do not own the BBC series of Sherlock, the copyrights are owned by Steven Moffat or the BBC or whoever filed for the copyright. Any Characters taken from earlier Sherlock works (the originals) or from the films (Any of them) are owned by the respective writers/directors etc. I make no claim to own any of the characters. Inspiration for the work is taken from the styles of some of the above mentioned productions, and their events, but I do not lay claim to these either.

AN: Hello! This is my very first piece of fan fiction. I got into it because of a friend, I pestered her until she showed me what she wrote, and I read it and it looked fun. So I started writing my own! Secretdork (the friend) also beta'd this for me, so thanks, because I've been very annoying to work with. The story is about Sherlock Holmes, and he is invited to a very interesting game of chess. I know that's not much, but any more would spoil it. Onwards!

Prologue: Pink Bunnies and Bombs

Chess. It was always chess. And explosions. Always explosions too. And sometimes even explosions and chess. Could he never have a change? Maybe one day when he was playing chess a giant pink bunny would break through the window. Not a bomb. But that was unlikely. Mind you, so was having a bomb smash through your window while you were playing chess. Twice. On the same day. Some people don't know when to stop.

The musings of a madman. They called him mad. Everyone thought he was mad. Or maybe brilliant. Or enigmatic or one of the multitudes of other words in the spectrum of human speech. Like fantabulous. But that's silly, because no-one calls anyone fantabulous. Except other crazy people. Or cartoon characters. But cartoon characters don't talk to real people. Well, no-one thought it was possible to be as intelligent as him. Giant cartoon characters. Well, you never know, stranger things have happened.

He spun in a circle on the office chair. Office chairs are always comfy. It's nice that he had a bit of comfort. It's painful to be tied to a wooden chair for hours on end. At least it was leather. Leather is always comfy. Like office chairs. And bombs. Except when they hit you in the face. Then there not so nice. Mind you, neither are acid bombs. Especially when they're sat right in front of you. Next to a can of petrol. But it was better than playing chess. Chess is boring. Life and death situations are fun. Until you die. Then they're not fun.

Sherlock was tied to a chair. But that's not what he was thinking about. He was musing about giant pink bunnies hitting him in the face. What a nice Thursday afternoon that would make. He wasn't overly concerned about being tied to a chair in front of a bomb.

"Pink bunnies! Boring! Tied to a chair in front of a bomb that's about to explode! Cliché! Acid! Dull! Why will no-one ever try to kill me creatively? That doesn't involve guns or bombs maybe! It would be nice… Hellllllooooo!"

No answer. Sherlock was bored. To amuse himself he decided to look at the timer on the bomb. It read 00:59.

"Ah. I swear it was on 20 minutes just a second ago."

Maybe now it was time to act, for Sherlock to analyse the situation perfectly and remove his bonds quickly and efficiently. Maybe it was time for John Watson's expert timing. That would be perfect if said John Watson wasn't tied next to him. In metal chains.

"Wh…. Sherlock…..I….. OH MY GOD IS THAT ANOTHER BOMB?"

"Yes John. Please be quiet. By all means panic but please, please keep it in your head. I am currently deciding what to have for dinner."

"WHAT?"

"Of course I'm not deciding what to have for dinner! I'm deciding on how the hell I'm going to stop that bomb! That may or may not result in dinner!"

"What's the plan? Is there a plan?"

"No…"

00:30

AN: There is more to come… I will try to uodate this regulariy, work and mood permitting. So watch this space (DUN DUN DUN). Any reviews would be appreciated, and I don't mind critiscm as long as its constructive, thanks. Thanks for reading so far