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29 September 2013 @ 11:29 pm
Meme (Recycling!)  
I did this one awhile back. I'm doing another fic-ish one as I've completed a draft of my dissertation proposal:

1. Pick a character (either a canon character or an original character) and ask me a question about him/her/it.

2. I'll answer the question with a fic snippet.


Feel free to pick more than one character or ask more than one question. All fic snippets will be short enough to answer via the comment box.
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The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on September 30th, 2013 03:38 am (UTC)
Dude, I was totally thinking about bringing this back myself. Get out of my head! In the meantime...

For Q: When has Sherlock been a good big brother?

For Lestrade: what's your favourite thing to do with Anna?
formerly lifeinsomniacjoonscribble on October 1st, 2013 02:38 am (UTC)
Doing this backwards!

Thoroughly Mix

Lestrade stared at the bag of crisps with some skepticism.

"She likes it with a crunchy top," Anna insisted.

"Couldn't we use bread crumbs?"

Anna glared at him with that very specific glare that told Lestrade he had somehow managed to ask the dumbest question she had ever heard in her 11 years of existence.

"We could," she said. "But we wouldn't be making it the way she likes it. And she'll be able to tell. Details, Greg."

Not for the first time, Lestrade wondered if somehow Anna had indeed been his daughter in a previous life. He grabbed a handful of crisps ("We say chips here.") and began to crumble them over the mix of noodles and tuna. Anna followed suit, popping a crisp, chip or two into her mouth. A warning rested on Lestrade's lips about not spoiling her dinner but she was on vacation from school and he from England all together so he decided to go with it.

Anna swiveled back and forth on her stool as she watched Lestrade put the freshly topped casserole into the oven.

"What's your favorite dish?" she asked.

Lestrade didn't think he actually had one after living on mostly takeaways and sandwiches for the past seven years. But he considered the question carefully as he chewed on his own handful of crisp crumbs.

"Shepherd's pie, probably," he answered. He had a nice memory of enjoying the ones his father used to make when he'd been a teenager.

"That's sort of like the British version of tuna casseroles, isn't it?" Anna pointed out. She looked rather pleased by the symmetry.

"You're right." Lestrade was rather happy about that link as well for some mad, unknown reason.

Anna twisted her seat again and dusted off her hands. "Maybe the next time you visit we can try making one."

Lestrade smiled. "I'll find a recipe online."
The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on October 1st, 2013 03:07 am (UTC)
I'm with Greg here, bread crumbs makes more sense than chips. :-p

This is thoroughly adorable! I love Lestrade as a parent, and it's sweet how easily he fits the part without having had experience as a father (except with Sherlock). I like Anna's perfectly bossy attitude, as all Murphy woman know what they're doing and will not be told otherwise. Very sweet, and I hope to see more of this verse!
formerly lifeinsomniacjoonscribble on October 1st, 2013 03:12 am (UTC)
Like you, I worry that I'm expanding the Sherlock universe before series 3 hits the road. I mean, am I going to actually expect Lestrade to be dating Murphy on screen??

Very sweet, and I hope to see more of this verse!

Thanks! And thanks for the prompt. I really do need to work on that Anna and Sally oneshot. If anything because I REALLY want Sherlock to meet Anna properly.
The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on October 1st, 2013 03:29 am (UTC)

I mean, am I going to actually expect Lestrade to be dating Murphy on screen??

We're both going to attribute every plot hole to Q somehow fixing things.

Thanks! And thanks for the prompt.

Glad to be of service! I was glad to get something with Alec and Molly, I'm still trying to figure out how to get him involved with the main characters. He's very peripheral, which is fine and normal, but it would be nice to see how the others react to him and him to them. It's just hard to find a reason for him to get involved.

If anything because I REALLY want Sherlock to meet Anna properly.

Yes, me too!
formerly lifeinsomniacjoonscribble on October 1st, 2013 03:32 am (UTC)
We're both going to attribute every plot hole to Q somehow fixing things.

This sounds like a potential drinking game.

I'm still trying to figure out how to get him involved with the main characters.

My mind immediately went to an idea of a murder happening at Alec's place of work. Not a kid, obviously, but maybe another teacher or parent found dead in the car park or something. Sherlock can suspect Alec for a fleeting few deductions.
The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on October 1st, 2013 03:36 am (UTC)
This sounds like a potential drinking game.

Yep, one sip for Q fixing things, two sips for each time you wonder why they don't just call Q, and three sips for when you seriously expect Q to be a scene,

My mind immediately went to an idea of a murder happening at Alec's place of work. Not a kid, obviously, but maybe another teacher or parent found dead in the car park or something. Sherlock can suspect Alec for a fleeting few deductions.

...Why are so you so awesome at ideas?

Alec's knowledge of the school would be quite useful, too, and I can use my ideas of him constantly correcting Sherlock's bad behaviour out of force of habit.

formerly lifeinsomniacjoonscribble on October 1st, 2013 03:39 am (UTC)
Yep, one sip for Q fixing things, two sips for each time you wonder why they don't just call Q, and three sips for when you seriously expect Q to be a scene,

Well, that's me drunk after 20 minutes.

Alec's knowledge of the school would be quite useful, too, and I can use my ideas of him constantly correcting Sherlock's bad behaviour out of force of habit.

Oh good! I sense ficcing levels rising on your end which I'm always happy to help out!
The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on October 1st, 2013 04:22 am (UTC)
Yes, fic levels definitely rising. To the research-mobile!
formerly lifeinsomniacjoonscribble on October 1st, 2013 04:52 am (UTC)
Unleash the Googling!
The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on October 1st, 2013 04:08 pm (UTC)
It has been unleashed! London schools around St Barts are surprisingly pleasant. I was expecting more industrial stuff in London, but they have little ponds and gardens and, judging from the websites, everyone plays the violin. Must be a nice part of town.

Now, to see if I can do this in the least traumatizing way for those involved. I'm not worried so much about Alec, but I feel bad for the kids who have a dead body in their car park and maybe, possibly, a murderer as one of their teachers. I don't want his happy little school to be sad one.

Edited at 2013-10-01 04:09 pm (UTC)
formerly lifeinsomniacjoonscribble on October 2nd, 2013 03:11 am (UTC)
I don't want his happy little school to be sad one.

Hmmm. Maybe the murder happened during a field trip so not on school grounds? Or at a teachers' training workshop Alec went to at some other location?
The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on October 2nd, 2013 03:18 am (UTC)
Oh, that might work. I did do a bit of rewriting to have it take place after school hours, so there aren't any children around, and on a Friday, so they have the weekend to clear things up. But I felt bad about cutting out Alec interacting with the children and being a responsible adult. Though I did manage to get him doing a bit of teacherly stuff at the end of the day, and Sherlock is being very cooperative in terms of ease of writing him, and I don't want to anger him.

But I do think it would be hilarious for it to be on a field trip, and Alec being like 'I have gotten lost three times, one of the children is allergic to cows, and now there is a dead body, fml'.
formerly lifeinsomniacjoonscribble on October 3rd, 2013 02:46 am (UTC)
'I have gotten lost three times, one of the children is allergic to cows, and now there is a dead body, fml'.

AH hahahaha!!
The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on October 3rd, 2013 03:04 am (UTC)
I just want you to know, I'm going with the slightly darker tone, and I'm blaming you. I've made you fluffy, you've made me...not angsty, but...not fluffy.

It's actually getting quite long and writing itself. I really enjoy writing from different perspectives, because no matter what situation I put Alec and Sherlock in, Sherlock instantly turns into a hyperactive child. And I don't think I write Sherlock any differently, but that's how Alec perceives him. In the same way Sherlock is very aloof and awesome when Q is narrating. It's neat.
formerly lifeinsomniacjoonscribble on October 3rd, 2013 03:06 am (UTC)
I just want you to know, I'm going with the slightly darker tone, and I'm blaming you.

My evil plan all along!
The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on October 3rd, 2013 03:17 am (UTC)
I knew it!

I've also spent a good portion of my day trying to find a good photo to use for Mrs Holmes on Pinterest. I blame that on you, too.
formerly lifeinsomniacjoonscribble on October 1st, 2013 03:04 am (UTC)
Fight Club

It was while the headmaster was giving them a stern lecture about fighting not being tolerated on the playgrounds that Sherlock silently decided he needed to teach Oriabiaus how to fight properly. At age six his brother was outweighed by most of his peers and strategically did not place himself in situations where he would have to exercise any attempt at brawling. However, Travers had taken Oriabiaus’ floppy disks without any sort of provocation and proceeded to destroy them under his feet. That was when Oriabiaus decided to set aside his usual avoidant behavior and launched himself at Travers.

Sherlock had studied his brother’s technique or rather the lack thereof. However, whatever his brother was missing in strategy and brawn he was making up for with the element of surprise (Travers had looked rather stunned when Ori had landed on him) and sheer determination. But as Sherlock had correctly guessed, it didn’t take long for Travers to get the upper hand. Which was when Sherlock decided to intervene with well aimed hits to the boy’s ears and leg.

Sherlock looked up in time as the headmaster’s speech started to wind down. He pushed his face to look as contrite as possible, though he doubted he was having much success given the suspicious look the man was giving him. Still, it helped that Oriabiaus looked genuinely ashamed at his behavior. They were asked to wait outside while their parents were contacted.

“You should learn to fight strategically,” Sherlock said as soon as the door closed behind them. “If you had focused on Travers’ left knee and face, you could have won on your own. You were grabbing and shoving parts of him that made no sense.”

“I don’t like fighting,” Oriabiaus sighed, rubbing at his eyes. Remarkably his glasses had survived the event.

Sherlock snorted. “There are ways you fight someone quickly with little physical harm.”

His brother seemed to consider this. “You’ll really teach me?” he asked.

“Yes.”

Oriabiaus smiled tentatively. “Thanks, Sherlock.”

Sherlock shrugged. “It’s more fun when you can get someone to go unconscious but if you want to be boring about it I’ll just show you how to defend yourself.”

Edited at 2013-10-01 03:05 am (UTC)
The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on October 1st, 2013 03:12 am (UTC)
Omg, I love that Sherlock just stood and watched his brother fight. That is so Sherlock. It's also very Sherlock to kick some ass when things get a bit too close to home. Poor little Ori, I bet those floppy disks were full of important things. Very nice, and understatedly sweet. I like to think that this is where fighting side by side started, even if later in life it would be more cerebral and less physical.

Did Mycroft teach Sherlock how to defend himself or did he have to figure it out on his own?
formerly lifeinsomniacjoonscribble on October 1st, 2013 03:18 am (UTC)
Omg, I love that Sherlock just stood and watched his brother fight.

I feel like I make kid!Sherlock a bit sociopathic but he's rather fun to write that way. And yeah, he's not devoid of feeling as he did eventually intervene.

Did Mycroft teach Sherlock how to defend himself or did he have to figure it out on his own?

In my headcanon, Sherlock asked their father to teach him. He gave a persuasive argument that he prepared for and delivered to Father in his office. Father saw the logic in it and agreed. He only taught Sherlock defensive moves and Sherlock later built on those.

I don't think Mycroft would know really how to fight. He'd find all the physical exercise component distasteful. He probably just scared the other kids into not bullying him when he was a kid.
The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on October 1st, 2013 03:24 am (UTC)
I feel like I make kid!Sherlock a bit sociopathic but he's rather fun to write that way.

I don't think it's out of character. And it's oddly adorable.

All my stories with young Holmeses seem to come across as if they're living in some sort of boy's adventure story, and I can't seem to get it to not seem sort of...magical? It's weird. They're very happy. I don't know if they should be.

He probably just scared the other kids into not bullying him when he was a kid

Ha! Or blackmailed them.

This is pretty much my own headcanon for Q not being bullied at Harrow. Everyone was terrified of Sherlock and so no one seriously messed with Q. And then Sherlock left school and all of a sudden Q found himself as a target.
formerly lifeinsomniacjoonscribble on October 1st, 2013 03:27 am (UTC)
And it's oddly adorable.

Is it...bad that I find kid!Sherlock more likable than adult!Sherlock? Especially since one doesn't actually exist other than in my own mind? When you're a kid, you say the darndest things. When you're an adult, you're just being a jerk.

All my stories with young Holmeses seem to come across as if they're living in some sort of boy's adventure story, and I can't seem to get it to not seem sort of...magical?

I sort of want to live in that world. It's kind of amazing.
The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on October 1st, 2013 03:32 am (UTC)
When you're a kid, you say the darndest things. When you're an adult, you're just being a jerk.

Ha! I feel like this is one of Sherlock's complaints about people. "No one minded when I was four!"

I sort of want to live in that world. It's kind of amazing.

Well, thank you. I guess it's not too farfetched. I'm sort of using it as the reason Sherlock is always bored. Because when he was a child, there was always something going on.
formerly lifeinsomniacjoonscribble on October 1st, 2013 03:33 am (UTC)
Sherlock is always bored. Because when he was a child, there was always something going on.

He was surrounded by people who were willing to join him in the whole making things happen adventure. Now he's mostly surrounded by people who are all, "Are you out of your mind?! No, I'm not drinking that!!"
The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on October 1st, 2013 03:39 am (UTC)
Yes! Look at you, finding ways to say what I mean. This is exactly it. Another hazard of growing up.
formerly lifeinsomniacjoonscribble on October 1st, 2013 03:39 am (UTC)
Well, as we've started to suspect, we're inside each others' heads these days.