Memeage

[awanderingbard]

Stolen from the lovely 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.

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[awanderingbard.livejournal.com]

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'.

[guardian-chaos.livejournal.com]

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.

[awanderingbard.livejournal.com]

^_^ Spontaneous ficcage ftw!

[rodlox.livejournal.com]

:) :)

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

bravo.