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I AM SOOO SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE! I got to see Weird Al Yankovic in concert last night, and I couldn't manage to finish the chapter! But I did today! And I can promise another chapter by the weekend! *The last one..sniff*
Today's word comes from austria's-nocturne, it was nice and long! Also thank you to all who mentioned the word 'young', that was perfect!
HUGE HUGE HUGE thank you to Magpie of Silver, Flaming-Phoenix15, ME a guest, Moos (guest), johnsarmylady, Ypsion26, and wereallgonnadiesohaveagoodti me, you all made this chapter happen. Your words are so encouraging!
Time for some Mummy Holmes action, as requested! I hope you enjoy this cliffhanger *achem* chapter...XD
(Me) "Disney World food tastes yummy, hmm?" *shoves fork of food in mouth*
(Friend) "Sure is...hey, here comes Mickey! HI MICKEY!"
(Mickey) "Howdy, friend! Welcome to the place where dreams come true!"
(me) *drops fork dramatically and gasps at the mouse* "THAT MEANS I CAN OWN SHERLOCK?!"
Nope. Not even Mickey Mouse can help me there. Enjoy!
The Sherlock Alphabet: Y is for Youthfulness
Youthfulness=12 Letters = 1,200 words
John tiredly rubbed his eyes as he observed the fridge: no food …again. Just experiments… This time there were arteries clumped in a tuber ware and…well, other body parts that John knew should not be outside the skin.
He shut the fridge before he lost his appetite. "Well, since you are so insistent on starving us, I'm going to the store…anything you desperately want?" He asked Sherlock, who sat staring at the ceiling as he plucked at his violin.
"I am in need of two point five liters of red wine vinegar, if it's not too much trouble…" he mumbled in response. "Also three garlic cloves and cinnamon…"
"Jesus…" John mumbled, shaking his head, "I don't even want to know…Anything you actually want to eat?"
"Not hungry."
"You haven't eaten since last…wait, you didn't even eat anything yesterday! Sherlock, you're going to starve yourself!"
"John, food consumption is-"
"-necessary. What do you want?" John asked sternly. Sherlock paused his tune and raised an eyebrow his flatmate.
"If it pleases you, "doctor", I enjoy blueberry muffins…" the detective smirked as John shrugged on his coat and strolled through the door.
"Sounds good…see you soon-Oh, good morning Mrs. Hudson." John smiled at their landlady, briskly descending the stairs.
Mrs. Hudson smiled back and called down the staircase, "Good Morning, dearie! I was just coming to tell you there were some gentlemen outside a few minutes ago wishing to talk with you... They seemed quite urgent. I don't have the slightest idea who they are, though…"
"Really?" John furrowed his eyebrows in thought. "Hmm…Well, either way, I'll do the shopping today, Mrs. Hudson…" he called, stepping outside.
Xxxxx
"John Watson?"
"Um, yes…?" John turned to the deep voice, whose owner was a burley, daunting fellow in a sharp suit, standing in front of two other similarly dressed men, all with stern looks on their faces. John couldn't help feeling a bit intimidated, being the only one on the vacant sidewalk. "Who's… asking?" he asked warily.
"I'm afraid for the time being, that information is classified, Mr. Watson." The leader smirked, glancing around the oddly empty streets cautiously. "If you would be so kind as to cooperate and let us do our job, this entire ordeal will go much more smoothly…"
"Wait," John shook his head in confusion and disbelief. "-just what 'ordeal' is going on here? I have no idea who- the hell?!" he hissed as he was gripped from behind, the hands of an unseen person spraying a bitter smelling substance into his face.
Coughing, his limbs numbed in an instant, and if not for the mysterious leader's bulky arms he would have hit the sidewalk within the second. He struggled to regain his composure, but to no avail. "No need for panic, Mr. Watson, this is all completely necessary…" he coolly told John, whose speech slurred and vision was darkening as he was shoved into an extravagant looking car. "Please do make yourself comfortable…it's a long drive." The door shut and the car rumbled to life. Things were fading from the doctor's vision.
The last thing John heard was a familiar voice shouting his name before the world went black.
Xxxxx
"Such a nice man, that John…I wonder who those three gentlemen were…" Mrs. Hudson thought out loud, as she entered the flat, causing Sherlock to abruptly stop his song and shoot up from his chair in alert mode. Something wasn't right.
"Three men, Mrs. Hudson?"
"Yes, they were looking for John…they didn't seem too happy when I told them he may not be home…"
"Today is March fifteenth…" The detective's eyes widened in realization. "What were the men like, Mrs. Hudson?" Sherlock asked urgently, gently placing his hands on her shoulders.
"Oh. Well they were quite well dressed, that's for sure… very large boys, though. A bit frightening as well…] She recalled, looking at the detective confusedly. "Didn't recognize them…" Sherlock dashed to the window and scanned Baker Street. "Is something, wrong dear?"
The detective's heart skipped a beat at the sight of the groggy doctor being pushed into the black luxury car by the men Mrs. Hudson mentioned. "Oh, this is wonderful," he spat sarcastically, dashing to the door and racing down the stairs in an instant. "Have a nice night, Mrs. Hudson," he threw over his shoulder as he raced out 221B's door in coat and scarf.
"Be careful, Sherlock…" his landlady sighed.
Xxxxx
"JOHN?!" Sherlock roared into the wind, bursting out the door just as the car sped away and disappeared behind a corner. Knowing exactly what had happened, he realized giving chase was futile. The doctor was gone.
"Damn you, Mycroft!" he blurted loudly in complete rage at the unwanted situation. Scowling heatedly, he began pacing (rather, stomping,) the sidewalk in thought of what actions to take next to prevent what he feared was to come. Today was March fifteenth. Mummy's scheduled visit to London. No doubt she wanted to meet John on account of Mycroft sharing the two's friendship with her.
The location was obviously secret for John to be drugged on the way…. if he didn't find it in time, the first impression could go awry, and Sherlock did not want to visit the thoughts of possible consequences…
*Brrriiiiiinnnggg*
The detective glanced at the text and felt a mixture of hope and frustration at the message.
316 Cadborry Street-Gate code is 8974025316
MH
Puffing his cheeks in agitation, Sherlock waved for a passing taxi.
Xxxxx
The familiar scent of tea greeted John as he blinked to consciousness, his body throbbing painfully. "Hoooolllyyyyy shit…" he mumbled stressfully at his extravagant surroundings and forest colored couch he rested on.
"I do apologize for the slight aching, John…" the doctor turned to see none other than Mycroft Holmes sitting across on a matching sofa, tea and paper in hand as though this were routine. He chuckled at John's aggravated facial expression. "No need to worry, it will surely wear off within the next few minutes…"
"What. The. Hell, Mycroft." John groaned, obviously irritated as he rubbed his face with the palms of his hands. "You could have told me it was you instead of randomly drugging me and shoving me into your damn car to drive me to God knows where to talk to you…You know what, how about you call next time, hmm?"
Mycroft chuckled again and stirred his tea. "I'm afraid wasn't me who wished to talk to you this evening, John."
"Wh-what?" John asked nervously. Mycroft smirked.
"Ah, here he is…" a honeyed feminine voice echoed from the other side of the room. "Good evening, Dr. Watson…"
Before John could make a move, the face of a slightly familiar looking woman appeared above him from behind the couch, her thick chestnut curls framing her high cheekbones attractively as they fell past her shoulders. Her recognizable icy eyes sparkled in delight, and she grinned in a manner similar to Mycroft's. "It is a pleasure to finally meet your acquaintance…" She held out her hand and giggled at John's confused look. "I'm Mrs. Holmes…"
"Oh my god…" John mumbled in disbelief. This woman looked exactly like her sons…she giggled again at his response, giving her a look of charming youthfulness.
Mummy Holmes! Huzzah!
Z was originally going to be "Zoo" but we have certainly changed our minds! Let's get some unique, long Z words, shall we?
Also, since the next chapter is the ...last one...sniff...I was thinkin'...
I really enjoyed writing this limited word one-shot stuff, so I had the ideas of:
-"Merry Sherlock and Happy New Year" (For all you xmas Sherlock lovers...with the words being xmas themes)
or
-"Sherlock Holidays" (A oneshot for every holiday...)
Are you interested in either of these? Any ideas to share? Z words? Just wanna chat for a bit?
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