A/N: little over 221 but still ended with a 'B'!
Inspired by the Hobbit movie night I had yesterday… and the rekindled hate I have for cliff-hangers.
Enjoy! Expect updates this weekend!
Cliff-Hangers
"No… no no no, no!"
"Yes, Sherlock, that is how it ends. Sorry."
John shot an amused look at the angrily perplexed detective, who was still staring at the telly as the credits rolled.
"But you can't end a film with that, we won't even know if that stupid village with the silly little weapons system – one spear, needle thing does not a defense make – especially against something as large and, though entirely unreal, deadly dragon."
John smirked knowingly. When he had put on the movie Sherlock had begun by scoffing at it, the impossibility of literally all of it, but then when that "short midget man with the hairy limbs," started exchanging words with the "well-constructed though preposterous lizard," he had perked up. Sherlock couldn't resist a good battle of wits or words. Even if it was fantastical and unrealistic.
By that John meant his lover had turned his long frame on the couch to face the movie rather than the wall. That being more than he expected, the doctor allowed those pale feet to rest on his lap.
"Sherlock, it's called a 'cliff-hanger'."
"Dull. There was no cliff and no hanging; unless you're referring to that silly bit where the short hairy midget was being saved – as if we couldn't have already guessed – the bearded oaf with the large sword."
"Sherlock. You could just say you enjoyed it"
Icy eyes met blue with great determination.
"It was…" pause for dramatic effect…
"Boring."