Afterthought

Thursday, 20 December 2018 21:26
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Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Rating: G
Characters: Sally Donovan, Greg Lestrade, John Watson, the Scotland Yard gang
Word Count: 488

General Summary: Hours after the death of Sherlock Holmes, Sally Donovan has time to think.

Author’s Note: This was just a little piece I wrote after the airing of Series 2 back in January 2012.


A heavy silence weighed over the section of the bar claimed years ago by Scotland Yard, and no one, if seemed, dared to speak or even move unless Gregory Lestrade did so first. But the detective inspector did neither of these and so neither did they.

Sally Donovan stared into her glass and tried not to think, but all the same, a thought drifted to the surface.

Sherlock Holmes is dead.

Sherlock Holmes is dead. Head cracked on the pavement in front of St. Bart’s, cold on a morgue slab. Dead. Gone.


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Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Rating: M
Setting: Dark Dog Days universe
Characters: Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade
Primary Pairings: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade
Word Count: 2407

General Summary: Mycroft had only planned to go out hunting; taking a lover was certainly not on his agenda.

Author’s Note: This piece was written for my collaborator after we had discussion about something we thought Mycroft did when he was bored as a young man at university. It was originally posted to Tumblr on 17 January 2012.


Mycroft was on the hunt. He had slipped away, as he was wont to do, and had taken the night for himself. The deceptively inexpensive and currently jacketless suit that he wore in place of his usual expensively tailored one made for an appearance that would have unsettled anyone who knew him. However, he added mentally, carefully rolling his shirt cuffs over his forearms, the small of his back pressed uncomfortably against the edge of the bar, they’ll never know, will they?

The hunt, as he had come to affectionately call it, was something that he had begun to do while at university, at least partially out of boredom. He would dress up, catch a cab to a bar that he had scoped out weeks in advance, and don the mask of a bored barfly. From there it was simply a matter of choosing a target and playing the game. Rather than make the first move, the game required that he slip inside his target’s brain and figure out what would induce them to make a move on him.


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personalmephistopheles: Image of Jamie Campbell Bower as Christopher Marlowe in the TNT show 'Will' (Default)
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC) 
Rating: G to very mild T (maybe)
Characters: Mycroft Holmes, Unnamed Second Character (low-key implied to be Greg Lestrade)
Primary Pairings: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade (technically unnamed, but implied low-key)
Word Count: 489

General Summary: Watching Mycroft Holmes undress is somehow mesmerising in the same way that a tamed cobra rising from a basket is graceful.

Author’s Note: This was originally posted on Tumblr on 15 July 2011 as a mildly serious response to a very silly song lyric prompt.


Watching Mycroft Holmes undress is mesmerising.

It took longer than it probably should have for you to admit it to yourself, but it is.

As usual, you arrived several minutes early to the expensive flat located at the address that he forced you to memorise several months ago, when all of this started, and as usual, he arrived half a minute late, though you don’t dare mention it to him. There is a brief exchange over the telephone about arranging dinner later, and then, like clockwork the ritual of undressing.

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