A/n: And the thrilling conclusion to another epic saga appears!
(Aka, a bunch of kids sit around eating biscuits...)
Enjoy!
"That's the advice you got as a saboteur? Well no wonder you all seemed to do so badly, her advice is just to make it even more obvious who it is!" Sherlock exclaimed, quickly being shushed by the other inhabitants of the room.
It had been a while since the events in the tower, and now it was finally time for their episode to air. After the usual introductions from the adult characters, the screen had begun showing the first floor's events. Watching them unfold with the extra commentary and the questionable advice for the saboteur was proving to be interesting, and explained a lot in the way of the strange tactics that had been put into play back then. Or at least it did for Sherlock.
'So, the odds have been stacked against the saboteurs from the start' He thought, watching as Sally was instructed to "Help the group, then knock down the wall later" as if she wouldn't be able to figure out to do this on her own. 'Actually,' Sherlock thought, looking over at her, 'Perhaps that was necessary, she'd probably have tried to knock it when the lights were on otherwise...'
They were just reaching the end of the first task, where the decision time had turned into a deducing trial of sorts, with Sherlock thrashing the opposition and sending Sally out when the next interruption came.
"Oh great. Now everyone watching'll probably think I'm stupid 'cos of you, freak." Said interruption (namely, Sally) moaned, pushing lightly on Sherlock, just enough to make him topple over.
"That implies that you aren't stupid." Sherlock commented, eliciting a few sniggers and a glare before Molly shushed them again and silence fell as the watching continued.
The silence managed to last until the next floor, where a comment was made again on the subject of sabotage. Jim's advice had been to try and get other people to pick the wrong books, which, as it turned out, were all in the same place. 'So that's how he did it...'
"Well, you seem to have thoroughly ignored the advice then," John noted, joining in with the others in laughing at The Voice's panicked whispering as Jim's antics began.
When they reached the end of that game and Sherlock passed the responsibility of judge over to the others, it was Sally's turn to laugh. "You really had no idea it was him, did you?" She seemed to be enjoying this fact slightly too much, grinning with a slightly cruel glint in her eyes.
"Shut up." Was the highly eloquent and well thought out response, accompanied by a harsher shove than was entirely necessary.
Again peace was brought to the arguing children, this time when Mycroft walked in with a disapproving look and some biscuits, which quietened them all until they were gone. By this point, it was the beginning of The One Eyed Watcher, and John was averting his eyes, flicking them back to the screen every few seconds to check where they were up to. Predictably everyone burst into laughter as they watched the action unfold. Even Mycroft, who had yet to leave the room, chuckled slightly before taking the empty plate and making a hasty exit.
John blushed and hid slightly behind Sherlock, peeking out as they watched him say "Well if they didn't think it was me they'd be stupid" in response to The Voice's questioning.
"You can stop laughing now." He sulked slightly, folding his arms and leaning back against Sherlock enough to make the boy topple forwards slightly and nearly end up face planting on the floor. As it was, he managed to catch himself in time to return to his upright position.
"Yes, we can stop, it doesn't mean we will" Laughed Greg, "Wow, I wish I'd been there to see that!"
"Stop being so mean." Molly snapped irritably, getting sick of watching John's embarrassed squirming, and also wanting to actually be able to hear the TV.
"Think of it as preparing him for the cruelty of the world!" Jim joked. Nonetheless, the laughter ceased just in time for the questioning round.
"Woah. How did you even remember that much?" John was genuinely impressed by the memorizing abilities of the two left on screen. A whisper sounding suspiciously like "'Cos he's a freak" sounded from Sally's direction but it was paid no mind.
The tension in the room rose as the watching continued, only Sherlock and Jim knowing who had won due to the agreement not to tell anyone what went on past the floor they went out on, made between Sally and Molly, who had both wanted to watch the events unfold themselves without it having been spoiled for them.
With ten seconds left on the clock and Sherlock in a slight lead from his starting first, people started leaning closer to the screen in anticipation. When the time finally ran out and Jim was declared the loser, a cheer broke out for Sherlock's win, accompanied by a punch to the air by both Greg and John.
"It's a fix!" Jim shouted good-naturedly, pointing accusingly towards the winner, who gasped dramatically at the idea. The exchange was met with more laughs, and soon everyone was lying on the floor, unable to even sit with the intensity of their laughter.
"Why were you so happy to lose?" Sherlock asked, not laughing as hard as his peers and thus still able to speak.
At this, Jim gave a sly smile, "Well, mostly it's because I knew what was gonna happen next. Can't wait to see what you're gonna do as a victory pose!" He explained. "Also, it's hard to take anything seriously with The Voice, isn't it?" The laughter confirmed that everyone else agreed wholeheartedly.
Eventually they managed to calm down enough to watch Sherlock jump down and be thoroughly unimpressed by his victory, then it was time to turn the TV off, the screen going black just as the credits started rolling.
"That was fun. We should do it again sometime." Sherlock's enthusiastic statement caused everyone else to groan loudly. Clearly, this was not an experience to be replicated.
"Well," Jim jumped onto the idea, smiling in equal parts joy and mischief, "there's plenty of other game shows out there!"
This time, even Sherlock urgently shook his head. Jim received a smack across the head for the idea, graciously supplied by John.
"I was just joking!" Jim cried out, starting up the laughter again.
From the other room, Mycroft sighed. 'Looks like the noise isn't going to be settling down any time soon.'
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