A/N: Ok, so I got the idea for this one-shot while watching the Opening Ceremony last night. I wondered, 'What would Sherlock think of the Games?' I, personally, love focusing only on the performance and dedication of the athletes, I do not think about the different teams. I figured that Sherlock would probably feel the same. And thus this story was born. If you didn't read the summary, this is your warning that there are Season 3 spoilers. Enjoy the story and the Games! -SH
Note: I do not own any of the athletes, the Olympics, or Sherlock. This really bums me out, yet I still have to write this every time.
Rating: K
Summary: Sherlock recalls memories from the London Olympics whilst waiting for the Sochi Olympics to begin.
Sherlock was sitting curled up in his seat in 221B Baker Street, watching the prelude to the 2014 Winter Olympics. He was watching the Men's Team Figure Skating initial rounds. Sherlock had always wanted to either be a figure skate or a gymnast if he were in the Olympics. He was awed by the amazing Yevgeny Plushenko of Russia; he was just so good at swaying the judges and the crowd, his skill immaculate. Sherlock saw himself in Plushenko, but he had to admit that Yuzuru Hanyu was also quite the star. He was really looking forward to the singles, because boy would that be a showdown. John and Mary weren't getting to the flat until later. Even with the increased threats with Moriarty back and everything, Sherlock didn't require the lovebirds to stay with him. But since they were not coming until later, Sherlock could reflect on the Olympics just two years ago.
One and a Half Years Ago in Belgorod, Russia
Sherlock sat in his tiny little apartment, thinking about how much he had done in the past year. But taking down Moriarty's connections was taking longer than he had expected. The one thing that truly made him sad was that the one year that the Olympics were in London, he couldn't be there. There was no way that he could chance John or anyone else or even people that were still loyal to Moriarty's right hand man, Sebastian Moran, seeing him. It was just too risky, too many opportunities to be picked up on a camera for even a second. But he so badly wanted to go and see the gymnastics and diving. Oh, how he loved those two events! The beauty and the grace that both sports involved reminded Sherlock of the dancing that he cherished in secret.
But there was no way for him to go. It was just too risky. There was a knock on the apartment door. "Delivery for Спартак Морошкин!" the delivery boy called. Yes, of course he took an undercover name, but it still took a while to get used to each new one. After the boy had left he went to the door and quickly brought the package in. It had his undercover name on it, but did not have as many customs stamps as one would expect, considering it was going into Russia. And it had not been opened. Strange.
Once Sherlock ripped open the package, he saw only lots of stuffing surrounding a single sealed envelope with his real name on the front on a flowing cursive. He could spot that cursive anywhere. Sherlock quickly ripped open the envelope.
I hope this letter finds you well, brother mine, and by well I mean alive. I have been tracking Moriarty's devout followers, and almost all of them have been eliminated thus far. But that wasn't why I went through all the hassle to get you this letter. I know how much you love the Olympics, even though you have always tried to hide it. You were never really good at hiding, were you? So I decided that since it is relatively safe in London at the moment, I would do something nice for you that way you will be in my debt forever. You will find enclosed a one- way ticket back to London set for just a few days before the games begin. Also enclosed is your ticket to all of the gymnastics and diving events that I know you love so very much. You must not make any contact with me or anyone else when you are in London. Have a good trip, don't die. –MH
And so Sherlock went off to the London Olympics, staying in the shadows of the stadium, smiling from ear to ear the whole time. On that trip he also did a little spying on John, not that he had any reason to ever tell him that he had. And they were the best games ever, to Sherlock at least.
John and Mary burst into 221B. "Sorry we're late, we ran into a bit of traffic as everyone anxiously races home to watch the Opening Ceremony on the telly and gossip over what's what and who's who," Mary said then stopped short when she saw Sherlock sitting there, staring into space and smiling for the first time in a long time.
"I forgot to tell you how much Sherlock loves the Games," John whispered to Mary, letting Sherlock stay in his memories.
"I sort of picked up on the fact," Mary replied tartly.
Notes:
- Yevgeny Plushenko (also can be spelled Evgeni) and Yuzuru Hanyu are actual figure skaters who are competing in this year's Winter Olympics. This is Plusheno's fourth time in the Winter Olympics; he has won one gold and two silver medals in the past. Plushenko is from Russia. Hanyu is a fairly-new figure skater. He holds the world record for best score in the men's figure skating competition. While only nineteen and not yet at his peak performance, he is expected to win big. Hanyu is from Japan.
-Спартак Морошкин is Russian for Spartak Moroshkin. I just wished to give him an interesting name.
-I do not mean any offense to any country or people. So I am sorry if I have offended you in any way.
Please tell me what you thought! I had lots of fun writing this and hope that you enjoyed reading it.