a/n: I own no aspect of Sherlock BBC. This follows on from the previous chapter, and is also a response to reading Ennui Enigma's excellent "broken barriers", an "alternative" 221B.

A 221B, original format as devised by KCS (with two more 221Bs within).


Broken 2


Two hundred and twenty one B, written clear on the door;

With parcel held tightly; he knocked, then knocked harder once more.

Only the roar of the Baker Street traffic replied;

~0~

He shrugged and descended the steps; well, at least he had tried;

Unless he delivered it soon, he might leave, it was late.

Not keen to abandon his task, he decided to wait.

Daylight was fading as two sets of footsteps were heard;

Running, pursued by another, a second and third.

Eager to check out the cause, he observed a strange sight;

Detective and doctor and fierce looking felons in flight.

~0~

And then, as he watched, the detective spun swiftly around;

Noticed his comrade in trouble, a fight on the ground;

Did not hesitate, acted swiftly, moved in straight away;

~0~

Took hold of the box from the caller and joined in the fray.

Wielding his weapon in focused and dogged support;

Everyone rolling around as they scuffled and fought.

Nothing like this had been seen by the caller before.

Two friends stood up slowly; three villains lay still on the floor.

Yelling across to the victors, the caller declared,

~0~

"Order delivered, one porcelain figure repaired!"

Nothing could truly describe which emotions were woken;

Eyes on the chagrined detective, all words left unspoken.

~0~

"But..." Sherlock sadly examined his weapon, "it's broken."

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