Sing me a story, laugh me a lullaby

I was like 'ack! I don't know what that is!' and then I Googled it and realized that I did, in fact, know what that is, but for some reason had never heard it called that before. So yay! I have cheated somewhat by making these three sentences run-on like hell.

She'd told them she didn't want Dresden, that she didn't need Dresden, that the whole point of being a secret message carrier was to be unobtrusive and a seven-foot tall, stupid, bloody American didn't exactly fly under the radar.

Now, however, when the bombs are falling and the ground is shaking and the world is thunder and lightening and fire and it seems like hell is inches away, she doesn't mind so much that he's with her, wrapped around her, holding her protectively to him.

The world is quiet and she opens her eyes again, her ears still ringing with explosions and finds that the barn they had taken cover in is gone, just flattened, but she's fine and he's fine and it's like they've had their own little circle of protection around them and they aren't even dusty or dirty and Dresden is grinning like the idiot he is and she wonders if maybe they knew what they were doing when they assigned him to her.

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AUGH AUGH THIS IS AMAZING I AM SO HAPPY

And I can totally visualize the whole thing, and it makes me giggle like a loon.

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splendid and superb and i bet Harry did do a circle of protection. (or he smuggled his mom's protective shield into Murphy's pocket)

brava!

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Is Dresden Files (TV 'verse) okay? If so, I'd like to see what kind of horrible fallout would happen if Bob were still Hrothbert, yet he, as Hrothbert, was still a ghost and his skull was still owned by Harry Dresden. Would they still be friends? Would it be manipulative? Scary? Bring about the end of the world? Would people get hurt? The Justin Morningway debacle probably would have gone a completely different direction if Bob were a willing participant in such power-hungry schemes, for example. I'm curious what influence that would have on the Harry/Bob dynamic.

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Eee, this got a bit dark. Sorry!

Harry didn't sleep well at night anymore; not since moving into this aparment and having Him in the secret basement, too far down to bother anyone but still there, still walking around and plotting and scheming, still ranting and raving constantly.

When he was a boy, he used to feel sorry for Hrothbert, a man who had done something for love and been cursed for it for all eternity; he thought it was romantic and showed that deep down, Hrothbert must have some good in him to have risked so much for the woman he loved.

Maybe that was true, but the years of being stuck in that skull and being in the company of truly evil men, had made the ghost a little insane and it seemed like, in the years Harry had been away, it had gotten worse; that anything that Harry had done to humanize him was gone for good and all that was left was the evil, the genius that couldn't sleep and couldn't get away from him own mind, and was a time bomb ticking away -- a time bomb Harry was now in charge of and had no intention of ever letting explode.

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AUUGHHHH, THIS IS PERFECT!! I don't know how to cope with this! AAUUUHHH!! From the second you capitalized "Him," I had this creeping chill crawl down my back and I felt scared, like something was seriously wrong.

Oh goodness, the image of a perpetually ranting, raving, half-mad Bob. I mean, Harry could technically order Bob to stop acting that way given the nature of Bob's curse, but it's just not in Harry's nature to do that sort of thing, so it's sort of like watching a car hurtle down a hill without brakes. Eventually, it's gonna hit something! It's just a question of when, and how bad the damage's gonna be.

Furthermore, I love the throwbacks to canon history in the show, and Harry's thoughts about it. I remember how crushed and sad for Bob Harry looked when he found out what had happened to Winifred, and that sympathy still seems to linger in Harry, even in this situation. Harry's just a good soul. He can't help that about himself.

And the the last line is so cool because it can be interpreted to mean that either something bad's going to happen, or maybe, just maybe, Harry still can turn the tide. Despite the darkness of the fic, it somehow doesn't look hopeless, just more difficult to fix than what was in canon. But I somehow get the feeling Harry really is going to try, and that Bob, eventually, will come around.

If you ever write more of this, I will eat it up like a four-course meal, ha! Love this. Thank you for writing it. :D

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Man, I get a patented G_C epic comment for three sentences of fic? Whoo! I love G_C epic comments!

Thanks so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it. It was a good prompt and I had fun contemplating it. I don't know if I have any more in me, but we'll see. If you want to suggest another prompt, I'm down with that. I like my G_C epic comments. :D

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Hee! Happy to oblige. I worry a lot that my ranting often ruins what I try to write, so I'm glad it serves some use. ^_^'

How about Sherlock/John (platonic), last two people alive on the planet? Like, an apocalyptic setting? Your choice whether it's a happy ficlet ala Good Omens style, or something more serious. *G*

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Played with your prompt a bit, since sad apocolypses aren't my cup of tea. I don't know if there are happy apocolypses, but um, I went for a happier...thing. Yeah, sense, I make it.

Also, I cheated and made it four sentences, because I couldn't get it all done in three. I am a rebel!

Written from an iPad forgive any autocorrect zaniness.

John supposed it wasn't surprising that Sherlock insisted on closing the case, even after John made a -- he thought -- excellent argument for how it wasn't going to bloody well matter in twenty-four hours, you complete nutter.

John supposed it wasn't surprising that he'd chosen to stay and help Sherlock close the case, rather than run for safety like any sane person would have done -- he was too much a soldier to leave a man behind, especially his best friend, no matter how insane that friend was.

John supposed it wasn't surprising that they were literally the last two people on Earth at the moment, and that Sherlock was completely unconcerned about it, or under any sort of impression that the ships that were leaving the planet wouldn't wait for him to arrive.

He supposed the only real surprising thing was that the ships had waited and the case had been solved and now John was going to have to put up with a smug Sherlock for thousands and thousands of light years -- and that it was all really quite fine with him.

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Haha! They all survived! That's awesome. It's Sherlock + science fiction -- what harm could be found in that combination? :D

Aw, ever so loyal John, hopelessly devoted to Sherlock's chase. What were they trying to solve, I wonder? I like how even the ships knew Sherlock Holmes is irreplaceable! And how very like John, to make witty, dryly humorous jokes about Sherlock's madness even here, at the end of the world.

I'm kind of getting a Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy vibe about it, actually. Maybe Sherlock found the notice of the Earth's impending destruction, unlike everyone else. Ha! Very nice, thank you. :)

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I figure Sherlock wasn't about to leave until he had figured out if he was right because. John, really, how are you supposed to have any fun in Space when there's unsolved case hanging over your head that you'll never get another chance to solve. Priorities!

And yes, common sense dictates that Sherlock Holmes is a requirement in any new colony. At least in his mind. In reality, it was probably Mycroft pulling some strings and internally rolling his eyes that his brother is going to be late to the bloody apocolypse.

I like your theory! Sherlock would be a very good Htichhiker because he wouldn't panic, though I don't know if he would keep very good track of his towel. And all his Guide entries would be 'don't go there, it's boring'.

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I'm sure it would drive him crazy to know his last experience on Earth involved not knowing something. Ack! A terrible fate.

In reality, it was probably Mycroft pulling some strings and internally rolling his eyes that his brother is going to be late to the bloody apocolypse.

Ha! Yes, he really would be, wouldn't he? "Apocalypses are boring, John! They're for normal people!"

"Yes, well I don't think the bloody Apocalypse cares what you think of it! It's not going to let you go just because you're the great Sherlock Holmes!"

John's sarcasm was keenly apparent, not that Sherlock cared. He calmly slid his mobile from his pocket and did the unthinkable: he called his brother. As the phone dialed and brimstone fell from the sky around him and John, smashing through window panes and breaking down buildings that had stood for hundreds of years, Sherlock just said, softly, "Well, we'll just see about that, won't we, John?"

It was at this point that Mycroft's first visible UFO swiftly crested above the nearest hill, silver and a perfect circle the size of a house, and Mycroft's grumpy voice said over the line,

"Sherlock Holmes, my dear, stupid brother, you had better not be late."

Whoops! I fanficced unintentionally, heh.

Edited Date: 2012-09-19 03:01 am (UTC)

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^_^ Spontaneous ficcage ftw!

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:) :)

Mycroft has a UFO. surprising...and yet, in hindsight, the sort of thing one might expect he would have, of all people.

bravo.

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UH. g_c just now pointed me toward this because I totally missed it the first time.

My god this is good. And creepy. And so so good! I beg for more!!

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Yes!! It's amazing!! Ack, more. More! *clings to awanderingbard's coat sleeve*

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No fair, you're not allowed to gang up on me! I will not be swayed by such cheap tricks!

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But I must!! I am compelled!! We're even talking about you on my journal because of this ficlet. :D

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I will consider it. I'll need plot bunnies first, though. I will put it in the cage and see what happens. :-p

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This is all I ask. *grins* Please do carry on, lovely author person, you. :D

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Watson/Anthea in the Star Trek (reboot or nonreboot) universe.

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Never written this pariing before and I now I kinda like it. Huh.

John stepped into the turbolift and pressed his deck number, trying to clear his head after ten hours of running around sick bay with McCoy, doing his best to contain the epidemic of Balarian Pox that had sprouted since the last away mission-- all he could see when he closed his eyes were purple spots; purple spots for days and days.

Thus, it took a moment for him to register the diplomatic aide who had come on to the Enterprise with Sherlock's brother for the treaty talks--the beautiful brown haired woman who seemed to have a PADD permanently attatched to her fingertips and a little sexy smirk permenantly on her lips.

He chatted with her, managing to stumble his way through an invitation to come for coffee with him, which she refused without removing her eyes from the PADD and he was confused, because he usually had a lot of success with women and he couldn't figure out what he was doing wrong with her, but when she stepped out of the lift on her deck and looked over her shoulder at him with that sexy smirk, flicked her eyes and started walking to her room, John wasted no time in following her--ten hour shifts and purple spots be damned.

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