Author's Note:
Could I come up with something to say here and rant about a something that probably none of you care about? Of course I could! Am I going to? Nope! Onwards and upwards to the story!
Disclaimer:
I own... let's see, a couch, Doctor Who season (series?) 1 on DVD, a talking Dalek plush , Sherlock, a golden retriever, an insane cat, Doctor Who the TV movie on DVD (Paul McGann! *swoon*), Once Upon A Time season 1 on DVD, a well read copy of Pride & Prejudice, and a pair of horribly ugly Crocs. Does it look like Sherlock is on that list to you?
Part Of My Brain That's Actually Smart: Yes actually.
Me: What! Where?
Part Of My Brain That's Actually Smart: It's the fourth one. Right after the talking Dalek plush.
Me: ... Smarty pants.
Day Ten: With Animal Ears
"Molly remind me why we're doing this again?"
"For Mycroft's Halloween party remember?"
"...Remind me why we're doing this again?"
"You lost that bet with John."
"Oh yeah...How was I supposed to know how good John was at poker?!"
"Hmmm... Maybe, just maybe, because you're supposed to be a great detective! It's your job to know these things!"
"You're getting far too sarcastic. Have you been spending a lot of time with Lestrade?"
"I don't know, you tell me. You're the detective!"
"... Let's just get this over with."
And so, half an hour later Sherlock Holmes showed up at the door of the Holmes estate wearing a pair of bright white rabbit ears. As he knocked on the door a tad more forcefully than was probably necessary he glowered down at Molly, who smiled back at him and adjusted the black cat ears on her head. Sherlock's full costume was the rabbit ears, a white jumper, and a white fluffy tail clipped to the back of his trousers. He had complained about the tail to no end, but eventually Molly had gotten him to stop blithering and just suck it up. Molly was wearing the cat ears, a tight black turtle neck, and black skinny jeans; she also had a long black tail. The pair stood there for a few more moments, Sherlock grumbling complaints under his breath and Molly simply smiling through it, when Mycroft opened the door.
"Miss Hooper, and my... dear brother." Mycroft smiled slightly at Molly and nodded to Sherlock, not even fazed by his brother's sullen face or his... unusual dress. "I believe that was looking for both of you. And I would like to congratulate you, Miss Hooper, on your control over my younger sibling." Molly beamed up at Mycroft and grabbed Sherlock's hand, pulling him inside after her.
"Thank you Mycroft! We should go find the good doctor." Sherlock dragged his feet and trudged along after her, saying nothing understandable but still complaining under his breath. It took several minutes for the couple to search through the large rooms and crowds, a lot of Mycroft's important government connections were there and so were many of his personal assistants, who could be found in almost every corner of every room with their BlackBerrys in hand. Eventually they found John Watson (who was dressed as the third Doctor) attempting to talk to one of the assistants in the main dining room. (Molly thought her name was "Rhea" but as they were always changing she wasn't really sure) The woman was paying no attention to the doctor and continued with whatever she was doing on her BlackBerry, leaving John awkwardly trying to continue a one-sided conversation.
"John!" Molly called out and waved at the man with a smile when he looked around in surprise. John waved back at her and walked over, not bothering to say goodbye to "Rhea." He'd been focused on Molly and it wasn't until he reached them that he looked at Sherlock, and burst out laughing. Molly started giggling along with him, holding one hand over her mouth so she wasn't too loud. Sherlock glared at both of them, then turned his back to them causing John and Molly to only laugh harder at his fluffy tail. It took a few minutes for them to regain control over themselves, and even then they were both still laughing in seemingly random intervals. Sherlock failed to find his torture funny and continued to glower down at them with his arms crossed.
"S-sorry Sherlock! But-" John broke off his sentence with a few chuckles, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself. "I didn't think you'd actually do it!" Both he and Molly resolved into peals of laughter that they couldn't control. Sherlock sighed, an irritated look on his face as he adjusted his floppy ears and tapped one foot impatiently on the ground. Obviously, this was going to be going on the entire night. Damn. Rolling his eyes, he took a long deep breath and exhaled. No matter what it took, he was going to get back at them for this. Oh, he might not get his revenge for weeks, months even, but he knew better than anyone. There was nothing in the world as dangerous as a Holmes with a vendetta.
Author's Note:
I know, I know it's short! Don't hurt me! On the bright side I've discovered a cure for writer's cramp! (That pain in your hand when you've been writing or drawing too long) Writer's block. So I listened to I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) by The Proclaimers over, and over, and over, and over. Oh eighties music what would I do without you? The next one will probably be short too since I don't really know much (aka, I know NOTHING) about the prompt... Research time! Thanks for reading! Reviews are much appreciated as I make no money for this... But a girl can dream can't she?