awanderingbard: (SHERLOCK: Sherlock cameo)
awanderingbard ([personal profile] awanderingbard) wrote2012-09-15 05:46 pm
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Stolen from the lovely [livejournal.com profile] guardian_chaos.


1.) Give me a pairing.
2.) Give me an AU setting.
3.) I will write you a three-sentence fic.


I'm in the midst of writing a somewhat epic, slightly AU fic, so this seems like a good palate cleanser to give my brain a chance to air out a bit. I'm happy to do platonic pairings, just let me know if you want that. Any fandom I've written for before is open, though keep in mind some of them may be rusty. I'm also willing take Merlin and Cabin Pressure out for a spin.

[identity profile] awanderingbard.livejournal.com 2012-09-17 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] guardian-chaos.livejournal.com 2012-09-18 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
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

[identity profile] awanderingbard.livejournal.com 2012-09-18 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
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

[identity profile] guardian-chaos.livejournal.com 2012-09-18 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
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*

[identity profile] awanderingbard.livejournal.com 2012-09-19 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] guardian-chaos.livejournal.com 2012-09-19 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
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. :)

[identity profile] awanderingbard.livejournal.com 2012-09-19 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
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'.

[identity profile] guardian-chaos.livejournal.com 2012-09-19 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
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 2012-09-19 03:01 (UTC)

[identity profile] awanderingbard.livejournal.com 2012-09-19 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
^_^ Spontaneous ficcage ftw!

[identity profile] rodlox.livejournal.com 2012-09-24 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
:) :)

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

bravo.

[identity profile] joonscribble.livejournal.com 2012-09-19 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
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!!

[identity profile] guardian-chaos.livejournal.com 2012-09-19 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Yes!! It's amazing!! Ack, more. More! *clings to awanderingbard's coat sleeve*

[identity profile] awanderingbard.livejournal.com 2012-09-19 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
No fair, you're not allowed to gang up on me! I will not be swayed by such cheap tricks!

[identity profile] guardian-chaos.livejournal.com 2012-09-19 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
But I must!! I am compelled!! We're even talking about you on my journal because of this ficlet. :D

[identity profile] awanderingbard.livejournal.com 2012-09-19 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
I will consider it. I'll need plot bunnies first, though. I will put it in the cage and see what happens. :-p

[identity profile] guardian-chaos.livejournal.com 2012-09-21 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
This is all I ask. *grins* Please do carry on, lovely author person, you. :D