Sherlock BBC Prompting Meme

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This is a fic prompting meme based around the BBC series Sherlock, written by Stephen Moffat & Mark Gattis.

There are a couple of communities that have sprung up already, namely here and here and here, and also a very busy sherlockkink meme based around the Robert Downey Jr/Jude Law film, but since there's a GAP IN THE MARKET for a BBC Sherlock prompt meme and people are gnawing off their own hands in need of fic, here we go!

ETA: There's also a very dedicated meme here which covers all varieties of Sherlock Holmes adaptations/ spin-offs.

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mexican standoff

(Anonymous)
So there's a standoff. Police and John on one side, bad guy with gun pointed at Sherlock on the other side.

Sherlock purposely does something to kidnapper and gets himself shot. He's dead on the ground, and the police are now free to take down that SOB.

Now i have two endings:
1) John freaking out until he discovers Sherlock was wearing a vest and is only unconscious.

2) John, calm as you like walks up, and kicks Sherlock's legs. "It's over you can stop acting now."

Anderson says, "but he's dead."

Sherlock says, "thank you for your opinion anderson." and shows the vest.

Pop Quiz, Hotshot. (1/4)

(Anonymous)
“Let’s just talk,” Lestrade says, though the gun in his hands isn’t even wavering. He can’t get a shot. Damn Sherlock for being so stupidly tall. Could he not duck.

“Thank you, Inspector, for that wondrous example of hostage negotiation,” Sherlock says, his voice as dry as ever despite the gun at his temple.

“Sherlock,” John Watson is calm. It’s like the two of them haven’t even left their flat. They could be discussing a case over thai green curry. Lestrade will never understand the pair of them, and he’s been there since they met – almost.

“Don’t worry, John,” Sherlock says, still calm, almost blasé.

“He’s aiming a gun at your head,” Watson points out, but his voice isn’t wavering. You can tell he’s a soldier, from that point alone.

“Yes... so I suppose an open casket is out of the question.”

John chuckles, honest to God chuckles, even as voices are crackling through the rush of blood in Lestrade’s ears. Donovan hasn’t got a shot, no one has a shot. The man has his back to a wall.

“We appear to have arrived at an impasse,” Sherlock says, his voice ringing out through the quiet street. All there is around him is bare brick walls and concrete. A fire escape up one side, but nothing useful, nothing that can help.

Lestrade is filtering through the possibilities, and he knows he’s not as fast as Sherlock Holmes, but he does like to double check. There is nothing there; he can see no way out. Not until the man moves.

“John... remember that film you forced me to watch?” Sherlock asks, staring at Watson intently.

“Which one.”

“This is no time for films,” Lestrade snaps. He might not be Sherlock’s friend, but he has no desire to see his brains splattered across the street like so much rubbish.

“Just let him shoot,” Anderson mutters, feeling no more sympathy towards Sherlock when his life is in danger than at any other time.

“Just put down the gun,” Lestrade says. He feels like a bad cop show, but he can’t come up with anything else to say. Demands – that’s what you’re supposed to ask about in hostage situations – but they all know that no demands would ever be met.

“Last Wednesday, the one with the man who could have been replaced by a plank of wood and the girl who screamed entirely too much. With the criminal who was almost as unobservant as Anderson.”

“Oh, that one,” John says before his voice turns firm and flat. “No.”

Sherlock laughs.

“Bravo, John. You’re getting much better at deduction. There is still hope,” Sherlock actually seems honestly impressed, in a patronising sort of way. “However, I wasn’t going to say that... I was only going to say that it’s a viable option.”

“No.” John says.

Pop Quiz, Hotshot. (2/4)

(Anonymous)
The hostage taker is looking confused now. Whether that’s Sherlock’s plan or not, Lestrade doesn’t like that expression, when criminals look like that, they tend to panic and someone who panics is someone who is unpredictable.

“Sherlock,” he says, “I really think you should shut up now.”

“That, Inspector,” Sherlock says, with the air of a great magician addressing his audience, “is why you should leave the thinking to those of us who are actually good at it.”

Lestrade grits his teeth and tense’s his arm to stop his aim from switching from that tiny portion of the kidnapper’s head he can see – an eye, an eyebrow and a slice of nose, to right between Sherlock’s eyes.

“Although you are a far better policeman than this man is a criminal.”

Lestrade feels like the next few moments slow to a grinding halt. Sherlock pulls away from the hostage taker (in the process completely blocking Lestrade’s shot). John calls out Sherlock’s name and the gun falters, a little drop. Enough for Sherlock to turn around and face his assailant.

“I know you’re concerned about your wife’s adultery, but that’s really no reason to be unprofessional.”

Sherlock, Lestrade knows, does not understand tact. Or rather, he understands it, but doesn’t understand how it applies to him.

Time is moving treacle-slow now, oozing, rather than flowing. The gunman is yelling abuse – the things that Lestrade has thought about Sherlock bloody Holmes a million times. The gun is steadier in anger, pointed lower, at the heart. But only the gunman is moving. The rest of them are stuck there, apart from Sherlock and John, both of whom look resigned rather than terrified.

Lestrade realises that he’s yelling then ‘Someone take a goddamn shot.

Then someone does.

The gunman’s finger tightens on the trigger. Lestrade can see the kickback moving up his arm to his shoulder, jerking him back a step, taking him by surprise.

Even in this slow, slow, slow world, he still can’t really follow the bullet. But he can follow Sherlock as he is propelled backward, can hear the ‘oof’ of him losing his last breath. He watches him crumple to the ground and then, as he’s watching that stupid-brilliant head hit tarmac, time catches up with itself again and he’s already running.

Pop Quiz, Hotshot. (3/4)

(Anonymous)
Compared to the last few seconds suddenly time seems far too fast. Voices blur past him as he’s knocking the gun from the man’s hand and shoving him up against the wall (hard enough that there’ll be a police brutality hearing in his future, hard enough to leave grazes and bitten lips).

It’s not until the cuffs are clicked around the guy’s wrists and Sally’s dragging him off to the police car that Lestrade allows himself to look back to where Sherlock still lies, spread out on the ground. Somehow smaller in death.

He drags his eyes up to look at Watson. Trying to imagine what words one should say to Sherlock Holmes’ only friend. But Watson does not look upset. On the contrary, the doctor looks more exasperated than anything.

Lestrade watches him curiously, wondering whether this is some bizarre PTSD form of shock. He watches as John walks (no limp at all) up to the body and looks down with something almost approaching affection.

Then, with one foot, he pokes it.

Lestrade shares a look with Anderson. This man, it says, is mad.

Anderson’s look back clearly notes a correlation between that and an association with Sherlock Holmes.

“Get up,” John says.

Perhaps there will be a moment, in a second, when John realises. Maybe he’ll be violent, Lestrade thinks. Ex-army, they’ve all seen him angry before. But that would be better than overwrought. Lestrade’s not sure he could deal with John Watson upset, the two things seem alien to each other. He is always calm to Sherlock’s exuberant, restrained to Sherlock’s manic.

“John?” he says. He doesn’t use the man’s first name often. It is a boundary, one he has always respected. Sherlock can use his first name, to the rest of the world he is Doctor Watson, or Watson.

“Sherlock,” John says again, irritation creeping into his voice. “It’s over. Stop being such a drama queen.”

“He’s dead,” Anderson says bluntly. Lestrade’s a little grateful. Saying it out loud had felt a little bit too much like poking the bear.

“I can’t say I’m surprised that you think so, Anderson.”

Lestrade has never considered himself a fainting man, but watching Sherlock Holmes’ corpse leap into life, as alert and quick as it has ever been, he will confess that he felt light-headed.

“What?” he asks, but Sherlock isn’t looking at him, he’s talking to John.

Pop Quiz, Hotshot. (4/4)

(Anonymous)
“I told you it was fine.”

“it wouldn’t have been if he’d shot you in the head,” John says. “Bullet proof vests only go so far, you know.”

“Which is why I made him shoot me in the chest,” Sherlock replies, even as Lestrade’s brain is catching up again (as it always is around Sherlock bloody Holmes) ‘Bullet proof vest. Of course.’ “Still hurts though.”

“I did warn you before you put it on.”

“I know, I know, it doesn’t stop the kinetic energy, it spreads it out. I understand the mechanics. I wasn’t expecting the...”

“Feels like being hit by a truck,” Watson agrees. “You’ll have a good bruise.”

“Yes... I should record the after effects. They might come in useful one day.”

Lestrade wants to stop them, shut them up and try to pound into their skulls that this is dangerous and Sherlock was stupid, but he knows he isn’t going to get anywhere and his mouth is still spluttering. To deal with Sherlock you have to be fully in charge of your faculties and right now Lestrade is really, really and truly, not.

“I’ve called the ambulance, sir,” Sally says, coming back into view.

“For whom?” Sherlock asks, grinning as she gapes. “Oh come now, Sergeant Donovan,” he says, the same as ever. “I hate to be cliché, but you didn’t really think you could get rid of me that easily, did you?”

He’s still smiling as he tightens his ever-present scarf around his neck and buries his hands into his pocket.

“Come on, John,” he calls as he’s striding past Lestrade and out of the alleyway. “Now we’ve done their jobs for them, I’m sure Lestrade and his people have a lot of paperwork to fill in.”

John gives them an apologetic smile.

“I did tell him it was a ridiculous idea,” he mutters as he passes, and the words are clearly meant for Lestrade alone.

Then they are gone, disappearing into the dark, probably to get dinner.

Lestrade’s stomach reminds him that he hasn’t managed to feed it at all yet today, but he smothers the hunger. He does, after all, have a lot of paperwork to do.


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There. This was written really quickly (obviously, as you've practically only just posted the prompt) so there are probably thousands of errors.

Title taken from the film they were watching last Wednesday. It seemed strangely appropriate for the situation.

The film is Speed for anyone who hasn't seen it. And what Sherlock and the title both refer to is a conversation between two police officers about what to do when a perp is holding a gun to a hostage. Answer? Shoot the hostage. That's always sort of stuck with me.

Re: Pop Quiz, Hotshot. (4/4)

That was fabulous. I laughed out loud at the wooden actor part. Oh Keanu.

Re: Pop Quiz, Hotshot. (4/4)

(Anonymous)
Thanks...

Ah Keanu Reeves... he does try so hard... but he still only has two facial expressions.

Glad you liked it.

Re: Pop Quiz, Hotshot. (4/4)

This is brilliant. You write fantastically and you have a great hold on all their voices. I hope I can find some more of your fic on here :D

Re: Pop Quiz, Hotshot. (4/4)

(Anonymous)
*blushes*

Maybe I will come out of my anon shell sometime. *looks at build up of Sherlock fic on harddrive* I might have to.

I'm really happy that you liked the character voices. It's one of the things that I find really important in fanfic, and I always try to 'hear' the lines being said as I write them and 'see' how the characters would move. It's a slow process with new fandoms, though. So... yeah Thank you!

Re: Pop Quiz, Hotshot. (4/4)

If you do decide to de-anon, would you mind letting me know? I would love to read more of your writing.

Re: Pop Quiz, Hotshot. (4/4)

(Anonymous)
Oh, this was much fun to read! Sherlock's over-self-confidence and John's exasperation and Lestrade's inner flailing - super.

Re: Pop Quiz, Hotshot. (4/4)

(Anonymous)
Thanks!

I had to do it from Lestrade's POV, I just had to. There was no other choice. Glad it worked. :)

Re: Pop Quiz, Hotshot. (4/4)

Lol I had no idea what movie you were referring to, but when you said "wooden actor" immediately I was sure it was something that had Keanu Reeves in it :D

Re: Pop Quiz, Hotshot. (4/4)

(Anonymous)
He does only seem to have two facial expressions, doesn't he? Blank and vaguely confused.

Apart from in Bill and Ted where he actually manages to nail manic stoner happy.

Thanks!

(also, Speed is really quite fun if you like mindless action films and don't mind Keanu Reeves or Sandra Bullock. I imagine Sherlock hated it... Unless you're looking for comedy avoid Speed II: Cruise Control, though).

guns and coppers

(Anonymous)
just a note, on guns in the uk... i don't think lestrade and donovan would have guns.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_UK_police_firearms

Good story though!

Re: guns and coppers

(Anonymous)
I assumed that Lestrade, Anderson and Donovan were either CID or MCID. Pair that with Lestrade on the force at least five years, he might very well carry a fire arm. And maybe Donovan too. Can't be sure of her though.

Re: guns and coppers

(Anonymous)
I have now done research (maybe this should have been done before fic writing, but heh - I'm no good at doing things in the right order, and this is a kinkmeme, accuracy is secondary to fic ;D)

Wikipedia informs me that the Specialist Crime Directorate includes the Homicide and Serious Crime unit/squad/something... (SCD1) which covers most murder investigations in London - BING, and that some of these officers are trained AFOs or Authorised Firearms Officers. Lestrade could totally be one of them.

(SCD1 also contains a unit called the HOLMES Support Unit... GEEKOUT!)

LINKS: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Authorised_Firearms_Officer
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Specialist_Crime_Directorate
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homicide_and_Serious_Crime_Command
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HOLMES

I imagine that Anderson is a member of SCD4 - Forensic Services... though I don't really understand how it works, so meh.

Re: guns and coppers

(Anonymous)
*shifty eyes* Shh, and maybe no one will notice! ;D

Yeah, not entirely sure about that, but it wouldn't have worked so well with snipers and SO19. There would have been faffing around with radios more and probably better shots and clearer shots. Easier just to say this is the magical world of fandom and Lestrade got a firearms permit somehow.

I'm glad you liked it anyway, though, in spite of the slight inaccuracies.

Re: Pop Quiz, Hotshot. (4/4)

Those two know each other too well by this point, don't they?

Lovely fic, thank you.

I like unflappable!Watson.

Re: Pop Quiz, Hotshot. (4/4)

Oh exasperated!Watson ftw!

Re: Pop Quiz, Hotshot. (4/4)

(Anonymous)
Oh my holy sainted pants, I love your description of Lestrade watching the shot being taken more than I love my next breath of air! Post this under a name somewhere so I can stalk the hell out of you, you brilliant person!!!

Re: Pop Quiz, Hotshot. (4/4)

BAHA. I love that John calls Sherlock a drama queen.

Re: Pop Quiz, Hotshot. (4/4)

This was so fantastic! I giggled all the way through.

Re: Pop Quiz, Hotshot. (4/4)

AHahahaa! Poor Lestrade. I love Sherlock wanting to record the bruises for science.


Awesome.

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