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fic: Sauce

Title: Sauce
Author: fengirl88
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Pairing/Characters: Lestrade, Donovan, Dimmock, others
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Wordcount: 560
Disclaimer: They're still not mine.
Summary: ...That sort of October day that always feels like the start of something, even though the leaves are turning colour or already fallen. Crisp blue sky and a different kind of light somehow.
A/N: written for capt_spork who requested "Lestrade/Sherlock or just Lestrade" at my writing meme. The October day in question is the one that Lestrade remembers in Beginning To See The Light.


Half-way through his shower, Lestrade realizes he's singing that HP sauce ad from years back, the one they did to “In The Summertime”. It's been ages since he had brown sauce for breakfast, but this morning he'd really fancied a full English for once. Probably not a good idea to go for a run on top of that, though. Do it the other way round next time. If there is a next time.

He's still whistling it when he gets to the Yard.

“It's October,” Dimmock says reprovingly. Never afraid to state the obvious.

“I know,” Lestrade says, grinning.

So it is. That sort of October day that always feels like the start of something, even though the leaves are turning colour or already fallen. Crisp blue sky and a different kind of light somehow.

“You're in a good mood today,” Donovan says.

Sounding surprised. Relieved, too. OK, he's been on a short fuse recently, bit down in the mouth, but he hadn't realized it'd been that bad.

“Nice day,” he says.

Which doesn't begin to describe it. Knew something was different as soon as he woke up, took him a while to realize what. It was gone: that feeling he'd had for the last few months. All that confusion and unhappiness about Sherlock, weighing him down like a fucking albatross round his neck. Wanting Sherlock, wondering if Sherlock had ever wanted him or ever would, trying not to think about that weird night they'd had together and what it all meant. If it meant anything at all.

But today he'd woken up thinking Bloody hell, I'm starving. Looking out at the sunshine, feeling his heart lift.

Finally ditched the albatross. He grins.

“Must be shagging someone,” Tyler mutters.

“'Bout time,” Donovan says. “Just so long as it's not him.”

She's stopped calling Sherlock Freak, but Lestrade knows who she means.

“Shh,” Smith says. “He's not deaf, you know.”

An hour or so later there's a bunch of them round Donovan's desk, laughing and squabbling. Sound of pound coins dropping into a biscuit tin. Huh.

They're so preoccupied they don't notice him, and he sees the heading on the sheet before Donovan can shove it out of sight.

DI's New Boyfriend Sweepstake: £1 a ticket

Everybody knows this sort of thing goes on. Sauce, Annie the cook at the big house would have called it. That's enough of your sauce, you cheeky bugger.

Donovan's face says she's expecting him to call it something worse than that. Insubordination, most likely. Christ knows, these days it probably counts as sexual harassment into the bargain.

Everyone's gone very quiet.

Lestrade digs in his pocket and pulls out a pound coin.

“Put me down for a ticket,” he says. “Better not tell me who I get in the draw, though. Might prejudice the result. Don't want a stewards' enquiry.”

Donovan manages a shaky smile. He drops his coin into the tin with the rest and she puts the lid on it.

“OK,” he says. “Let's get ready for that press conference.”

His phone buzzes. Text from Sherlock, saying “Wrong!”

“He's starting early,” Donovan says.

“Must be at a loose end,” Lestrade says.

He deletes the text, whistling again. Because whatever Sherlock might think to the contrary, Lestrade can feel it in his bones: this is one of those rare days when everything goes right.


( 22 comments — Leave a comment )
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Mar. 16th, 2011 01:44 am (UTC)
thank you! very glad you liked it.
Mar. 16th, 2011 02:15 am (UTC)
Lestrade finally getting over Sherlock always makes me gooey and mushy and happy. =D
Mar. 16th, 2011 09:51 am (UTC)
thank you! me too...
Mar. 16th, 2011 02:25 am (UTC)
Dawwww, I love Lestrade in this moment, unburdened by the 'albatross' he put it. I mean, look where it finally led him, who it finally led him to.

Btw, any chance of us finally seeing Lestrade at the opera in a dashing suit?
Mar. 16th, 2011 09:52 am (UTC)
thank you very much - yes, that penguin suit is still on my conscience. it is ridiculous that I haven't written L/M since before Christmas. *groans* but I will get there, I promise!
Mar. 16th, 2011 02:26 am (UTC)
Yay! Fun. I'm glad you decided to show us this little scene.
Mar. 16th, 2011 09:53 am (UTC)
thank you! have had this in mind for quite a while but was busy writing other things, so it was nice to have the request.
Mar. 16th, 2011 03:08 am (UTC)
Adorable. I personally think that Lestrade is better off without Sherlock. Too messy. John's got nothing else going on.
Mar. 16th, 2011 09:55 am (UTC)
thank you! *beams*

well, in at least one of my series he certainly is, because he gets Maurice, who is much better for him and much nicer to him than Sherlock.
Mar. 16th, 2011 09:55 am (UTC)
Your Lestrade is adorable, as always. And I love your icon.
Mar. 16th, 2011 09:57 am (UTC)
thank you very much! *glows*
the sceptical Lestrade icon was made for me by the lovely rusty_armour, who also made this one.
Mar. 16th, 2011 12:03 pm (UTC)
Oh! I always think of that as know-it-all Lestrade, because it's the moment when he smirks as Sherlock tries to pull off his forget-everything-I-said-while-I-hustle-my-flatmate-off-the-scene act.
Mar. 16th, 2011 09:44 pm (UTC)
man, this left me feeling so good I feel like I should go off whistling :) I want to bottle this up and keep it for rainy days.
Mar. 17th, 2011 09:34 am (UTC)
thank you! *beams* have been wanting to write this for ages but just hadn't got round to it.
Mar. 17th, 2011 11:13 am (UTC)
Aww! Lovely! Cheered me up after the angsty tea!

Love the play on words in particular - perfect!

Mar. 21st, 2011 01:39 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Very glad you enjoyed it. I had been wanting to write about the sweepstake ever since I thought of it so it was fun to have an excuse to do that.
Mar. 17th, 2011 03:57 pm (UTC)
Yay for happy Lestrade! He deserves to be so very very happy.
Mar. 21st, 2011 01:40 pm (UTC)
He really does! Thank you very much! Glad you liked it.
Mar. 17th, 2011 09:03 pm (UTC)
"Donovan's face says she's expecting him to call it something worse than that. Insubordination, most likely. Christ knows, these days it probably counts as sexual harassment into the bargain."

Quite brilliant because it's true!
Mar. 21st, 2011 01:42 pm (UTC)
*grins*. Poor Donovan! But it's all right in the end. Thank you very much.
Mar. 22nd, 2011 05:00 pm (UTC)
First of all, Lestrade singing the HP sauce ad in the shower is too funny, especially as he ends up whistling it as well when he arrives at work. Even better is the betting pool, DI's New Boyfriend Sweepstake: £1 a ticket. I love the fact that Lestrade puts money into it and doesn't give Donovan hell. I hope his day continued to go right. :-)
Mar. 29th, 2011 11:45 pm (UTC)
ack - did I not reply to this? that's what happens when I'm travelling. drat.

thank you very much - so glad you enjoyed it. I'm working on another Lestrade fic at the moment and was checking something in this one when I found your comment!

I think his day continued to go right, but I don't know who won the sweepstake!

Edited at 2011-03-29 11:46 pm (UTC)
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