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fic: A Date Worse (221b ficlet)

Title: A Date Worse
Author: fengirl88
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Pairing/Characters: Anderson, Donovan, mentions of Mycroft, Sherlock
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Wordcount: 221
Disclaimer: They're still not mine.
Summary: Nobody's ever got under his skin the way Sherlock does. Sequel to Bet, and probably makes more sense if you've read that first.
A/N: I wanted to write something for rusty_armour 's birthday; that was yesterday, and this is not how it was supposed to turn out...  Thanks to kalypso_v for the beta and blooms84 for aiding and abetting.

A Date Worse

“Don’t know why you agreed to it anyway,” Sally says.

Anderson’s sweating just thinking about it. Spending a whole evening with Sherlock Holmes. On what is officially a date.

He'd kept saying no, but Sherlock kept asking, and then –

“I met his brother,” he says. “He – was quite persuasive.”

“Oh.” He doesn't need to say any more. She’s had dealings with Mycroft Holmes herself and you don’t forget that once it’s happened to you.

Big black car and a warehouse. He’s always hated film noir, thrillers, all that. Work’s a way of taming the fear, making everything logical. Knowable.

He hates the madness and chaos that Sherlock brings in his wake. Hates that he’s the one to solve things. When Sherlock turns up unannounced at crime scenes, humiliates him publicly, won’t even wear the bloody suit, Anderson wants to strangle him with his overpriced scarf. Sometimes he dreams he’s doing it.

Nobody’s ever got under his skin the way Sherlock does.

“So what are you wearing?” Sally asks.

“Shut up.”

She’s enjoying this. Some kind of revenge for the way he treated her. He knows he was a shit but hasn't he been punished enough already?

“Let’s hope Freak doesn’t want to shag you,” Sally says, laughing.

Oh God.

She smirks. “Just lie back, close your eyes and think of brontosauruses.”

This entry was originally posted at http://fengirl88.dreamwidth.org/42525.html where there are comments.


( 19 comments — Leave a comment )
May. 1st, 2011 08:17 pm (UTC)
The ending made me giggle but I really loved this

"He hates the madness and chaos that Sherlock brings in his wake. Hates that he’s the one to solve things. When Sherlock turns up unannounced at crime scenes, humiliates him publicly, won’t even wear the bloody suit, Anderson wants to strangle him with his overpriced scarf. Sometimes he dreams he’s doing it."
May. 1st, 2011 08:22 pm (UTC)
thank you very much - I have never tried writing Anderson before and never expected to, so I'm glad you liked that bit as well as the ending!
May. 1st, 2011 08:58 pm (UTC)
Oh, THANK YOU, fengirl88! This is WONDERFUL! :-D I would have commented sooner, but I haven't really had a chance to check my flist yet. As it was, I was completely surprised and touched when I learned about this fic!

I think it's hilarious that Sherlock is pursuing Anderson and won't take no for an answer! It's even better that Mycroft used his own methods of persuasion that freaked Anderson out even more! Lastly, with the brontosaurus suit Sherlock refuses to wear and the poetic justice of Donovan's unhelpful comments, this is the kind of fun, silly and downright ridiculous humour that I LOVE! :-D
May. 1st, 2011 09:13 pm (UTC)
thank you very much - I'm so glad and relieved that you like it!

I thought Anderson was just riled that Sherlock wouldn't wear the protective suit at crime scenes - that cracking sound you probably heard was my brain breaking at the idea of Sherlock in a brontosaurus suit ...
May. 1st, 2011 09:21 pm (UTC)
LOLOLOLOLOL! I'm sorry! My mind sometimes goes to BAD places! I almost put a question mark after brontosaurus suit and then decided what the hell. *g* Obviously, it would make more sense for Sherlock to be wearing a protective suit, but I like the idea that Anderson would be pushing for a brontosaurus suit. Actually, I think he should have insisted on it before agreeing to that date.

Uh, apparently, I'm not just one year older but a lot more insane. *g*
May. 1st, 2011 09:25 pm (UTC)

I think somebody did write a fic with a brontosaurus suit in it, but Anderson wanted Sally to wear it.

or maybe I'm imagining that. delirium, anyone?

I did wonder if Anderson should insist on being taken to the Natural History Museum. *grins*
May. 1st, 2011 11:29 pm (UTC)
Well, that sounds like a plan! Think of the havoc they might wreak as the date goes horribly wrong!
May. 1st, 2011 11:32 pm (UTC)
thank you! yes, Night at the Museum would pale in comparison...

*pales, thinking about it*

mind you, this will probably involve a research trip.

Edited at 2011-05-01 11:33 pm (UTC)
May. 1st, 2011 09:09 pm (UTC)
Mycroft, you brute! XD

Sadly, Sherlock will probably ruin the whole thing by sitting there and insulting Anderson the whole time instead of traumatizing him properly.

Perchance, did you continue this as part of some kind of a wager? >.>
May. 1st, 2011 09:17 pm (UTC)
thank you - yes, Mycroft knows no pity in this one!

no wager involved: I wanted to write a 221b and the b-word triggered it. but I think your horrified enquiries about the date may have played a part as well... *grins*

Edited at 2011-05-01 09:17 pm (UTC)
May. 1st, 2011 11:11 pm (UTC)
*is briefly consumed by guilt, then wanders off to eat pizza.*
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May. 1st, 2011 10:51 pm (UTC)
thank you! very glad you do. *grins*
May. 1st, 2011 11:11 pm (UTC)
What an intriguing premise! Losing a bet to Mycroft and having to go on a date with Anderson -- John, you're cruel.

Oddly enough, Sherlock doesn't seem to mind being strangled with his scarf. :D
May. 1st, 2011 11:13 pm (UTC)
well maybe that would make for a better date than I'd imagined! *grins*

thank you very much!
May. 2nd, 2011 12:30 am (UTC)
Hee! Also, I appreciated the pun in your title. A date worse than death, indeed.
May. 2nd, 2011 06:03 am (UTC)
May. 2nd, 2011 06:10 am (UTC)
thank you very much - glad you enjoyed it!
May. 2nd, 2011 02:13 pm (UTC)
What the heck is happening in the world? I am SYMPATHIZING WITH ANDERSON??????? You're some kind of witch, aren't you? "Lie back, close your eyes and think of brontosauruses" is perhaps the most brilliant line I've read in 2011!!!! *hugs for this fic, but refusing to hug Anderson--gotta draw the line somewhere*
May. 2nd, 2011 05:37 pm (UTC)
*sporfles and hugs you back*

I tell you, point of view narration is a dangerous game... though I think turante may have softened me up with her hilarious Anderson diary.

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