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turanteRating: G
Characters: Mycroft and Sherlock
Word Count: 450
Summary: Mycroft and Sherlock are forced to take the bus to move from A to B.
A/N: A bit of silliness born out of the mind of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
crocodile_eat_u and mine while we were on the bus ourselves.
Title: Mycroft and Sherlock Take the Bus
Sherlock followed his brother up the stairs to the upper floor of the double-decker. Mycroft was fuming and wasn't going to forgive him anytime soon, but he didn't care.
Sherlock pointed at the two free seats behind the rail protecting the stairs they had just ascended, and Mycroft let him take the window seat, knowing that if he didn't he would have little hope of peace and silence for the duration of their travel on this public transport mean.
"I hope you're satisfied," Mycroft half-whispered at Sherlock, who was gazing out the window, snickering at the sight of the tall trees cut in the shape of the bus by the constant driving by of double-deckers.
"I don't know what you mean," Sherlock feigned ignorance on the matter and they fell back into an uncomfortable silence. That game had been going on all afternoon.
Another bus stop, and a sizeable crowd got on board and up the stairs. Mycroft, denied the distraction of the sight outside the window, distractedly started studying the people who emerged from the turn of the stairs.
"Do you think that's his mother or his lover?" Sherlock whispered in his ear as he noticed a young man helping an older woman avoid tumbling on the floor as the bus cut a sharp corner.
"I don't care," Mycroft replied in a suitably low whisper, even as his mind shouted 'LOVER!' at the sight of them.
"You're no fun," Sherlock said, rolling his eyes and resting his arms on the rail in front of him. "I play this game with John every time he forces me on a crowded train."
Mycroft raised an eyebrow, he could not imagine the earnest doctor being any better than him. Or Sherlock, for the matter. "Lover," he said then.
"Too late, they've already sat down."
At the following bus stop a few people got off and a dozen more got on the bus. The seats were all taken, and Sherlock grabbed hold of Mycroft's umbrella, placing it between his right leg and the side of the bus, where it would have been out of the way. Mycroft didn't complain and Sherlock didn't explain. They continued their little game until they reached their stop.
Sherlock urged Mycroft to get up and they got down the stairs trying to keep their balance and not tumble against one another; they were still pissed at each other.
Once on the kerb Mycroft brushed his suit and straightened up his tie and waistcoat, then outstretched a hand to take his umbrella back. After a few seconds in which his hand met only air, Mycroft turned to face his brother. "Sherlock, did you leave my umbrella on the bus?"
Characters: Mycroft and Sherlock
Word Count: 450
Summary: Mycroft and Sherlock are forced to take the bus to move from A to B.
A/N: A bit of silliness born out of the mind of
crocodile_eat_u and mine while we were on the bus ourselves.Title: Mycroft and Sherlock Take the Bus
Sherlock followed his brother up the stairs to the upper floor of the double-decker. Mycroft was fuming and wasn't going to forgive him anytime soon, but he didn't care.
Sherlock pointed at the two free seats behind the rail protecting the stairs they had just ascended, and Mycroft let him take the window seat, knowing that if he didn't he would have little hope of peace and silence for the duration of their travel on this public transport mean.
"I hope you're satisfied," Mycroft half-whispered at Sherlock, who was gazing out the window, snickering at the sight of the tall trees cut in the shape of the bus by the constant driving by of double-deckers.
"I don't know what you mean," Sherlock feigned ignorance on the matter and they fell back into an uncomfortable silence. That game had been going on all afternoon.
Another bus stop, and a sizeable crowd got on board and up the stairs. Mycroft, denied the distraction of the sight outside the window, distractedly started studying the people who emerged from the turn of the stairs.
"Do you think that's his mother or his lover?" Sherlock whispered in his ear as he noticed a young man helping an older woman avoid tumbling on the floor as the bus cut a sharp corner.
"I don't care," Mycroft replied in a suitably low whisper, even as his mind shouted 'LOVER!' at the sight of them.
"You're no fun," Sherlock said, rolling his eyes and resting his arms on the rail in front of him. "I play this game with John every time he forces me on a crowded train."
Mycroft raised an eyebrow, he could not imagine the earnest doctor being any better than him. Or Sherlock, for the matter. "Lover," he said then.
"Too late, they've already sat down."
At the following bus stop a few people got off and a dozen more got on the bus. The seats were all taken, and Sherlock grabbed hold of Mycroft's umbrella, placing it between his right leg and the side of the bus, where it would have been out of the way. Mycroft didn't complain and Sherlock didn't explain. They continued their little game until they reached their stop.
Sherlock urged Mycroft to get up and they got down the stairs trying to keep their balance and not tumble against one another; they were still pissed at each other.
Once on the kerb Mycroft brushed his suit and straightened up his tie and waistcoat, then outstretched a hand to take his umbrella back. After a few seconds in which his hand met only air, Mycroft turned to face his brother. "Sherlock, did you leave my umbrella on the bus?"
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the quest for the missing umbrella begins!!!
Date: 14/03/2011 22:29 (UTC)xxxxxx
Re: the quest for the missing umbrella begins!!!
Date: 14/03/2011 22:34 (UTC)Do you think that's enough to have Mycroft run after the bus?
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Date: 14/03/2011 22:43 (UTC)How you been?? How's mini Moriarty- keeping out of trouble I hope! *hugs you*
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Date: 14/03/2011 22:55 (UTC)I tried to capture our giggles. (it lacks the running after the bus part, though)
I'm good! Mini!Moriarty is here beside me on the bed. He has slept in 5 beds so far, in three different Countries. He's preparing to strike and conquer the world (of plushies). So far he's staying out of trouble, and he managed to come to an agreement with Teddy and Theodore (my plushie bears). One of the stitches that holds his hair has come a little loose, so he's looking a little more like the real thing. (lol)
My boyfriend says I should make a mini!Sherlock to keep it company. And so they could do naughty things with the riding crop. :D
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