I'm still here, little possum folk! This is my new one-shot thing. I can't commit to large stories... ^-^
Anyway, they're fiddly little things, these. Conversations, my favorite things, like gender-bending and that stuff.
Hope you like them :3
One-shot 1- *sudden realization*
"Sherlock!" Mrs. Hudson gasped, outraged. Sat before her was an impatient Sherlock, doubled over restlessly as he cradled his head, a gun rested on the coffee table. It seemed to have been tossed carelessly, considering its position was awfully inelegant, although Sherlock did have the trait.
"I am bored!" clarified Sherlock, fiercely jerking his head upwards to meet Mrs. Hudson's worried observation. Irritated, he locked his arms together and frowned.
"That is no reason to shoot the wall- Oh my! That terrible smiley-face is back!" Mrs. Hudson cried, one hand covered her mouth in shock while the other frantically pointed to the rather large, yellow smiley-face on the wall.
The stubborn man huffed coolly, "That smiley-face is worthy of my vital gun skills!"
"But the wall doesn't!" The old woman pointed out, uneasily pacing over to the wall. She stroked the wall carefully, tracing her slender fingers over the gun holes carefully. Each time she met a hole caving into the wall, she let out an anxious breath.
"You have so much rent to owe me, Sherlock…" Her frail voice quivered gingerly.
Sherlock dismissed the subject instantly and complained, "I need a caseee! There are murders clearly out there which need the help of my magnificent brain! Lestrade knows about murders, why hasn't he text for my wonderful help? I don't need any boring suicides…" Sherlock leaped up suddenly, grinning in glee and waving his arms around in realization, "The serial killers! They're wonderful, always something nice at the end!"
Mrs. Hudson shook her head in disappointment, "You're almost inhuman, Sherlock! Innocent people are killed and they're just entertainment to you!"
The consulting detective mumbled grudgingly, "This does seem virtually identical to the conversation I had with Moriarty…"
He shrugged the concept off almost instantly and retrieved his gun off the coffee table. Sherlock narrowed his eyes into slits; the black and white wallpaper became well-defined. Uninterested, he idly aimed the gun to the wall.
Based roughly on Season 1, Episode 3.
This part,
Sherlock: People have died.
Moriarty: THAT'S WHAT PEOPLE DO!
And when he's bored.
Mostly bored.
I already have 5 one-shots ready so keep your little heads on,
I'll be sure to update daily.
Sherlock is a hard character to write, by the way... .
This was my first time writing these characters so friendly criticism is wonderful!
Mew ~