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[Elementary] could end in burning flames or paradise (Sherlock and Joan gen)
Title: could end in burning flames or paradise
Fandom: Elementary
Length: 552 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Elementary, Sherlock/Joan, mystery solvers club.
Pairing: Sherlock and Joan gen
Other: College AU!
Excerpt: Joan and Sherlock have already had several talks about his habit of volunteering her for things, especially after he got her student ID and cracked her email password. She knows he thinks he can annoy her enough that she goes away. So far she hasn't. She likes seeing her amount of student debt decreasing slowly but steadily. But days like this, she really thinks about throwing in the towel.
"You've started a club?"
Joan blinks. Sherlock nods.
"It seemed like the most efficient use of the time," he says.
Joan rubs the bridge of her nose. "Your father suggested--"
"Insisted," Sherlock corrects.
"--Suggested that you join some clubs, so you founded one?"
"He can't complain about that, can he?" Sherlock says, sounding triumphant.
Joan furrows her brow. She doesn't know why Sherlock makes his own life so difficult. His father is paying for his education, and for her to tutor him. It would sound like a dream to anyone else. But to Sherlock, it's a prison. He doesn't want to be in school, he wants to be on the streets catching bad guys. He refuses to read the books in Lit class and he only wants to learn practical Chemistry.
Holmes Sr. is paying Joan really well, but she is starting to worry about her own grades suffering. She's applying for medical school next year, after all, as soon as she finishes her graduate degree.
"How did you get enough people to form a club? And a sponsor?" she says, because she can't resist.
"Well, I signed you up, of course," he says casually, "plus the half of our Bio class with open Facebook accounts and a couple of girls who have given me their phone numbers. As it turns out, a TA can sponsor clubs, so you may want to get in touch with Mrs. Hudson and see what she wants done with American History 33 tomorrow morning. She's very grateful, by the way."
Joan and Sherlock have already had several talks about his habit of volunteering her for things, especially after he got her student ID and cracked her email password. She knows he thinks he can annoy her enough that she goes away. So far she hasn't. She likes seeing her amount of student debt decreasing slowly but steadily. But days like this, she really thinks about throwing in the towel.
"You're coming with me," she says, in a tone of voice that brooks no disagreement. Sherlock usually sleeps in until around 2pm, only occasionally rising in time for his 11am Math class, but he doesn't protest. He's won anyway.
"I'll admit, I've always been a bit fuzzy on the parts of American history that don't actually involve the British," he says. "It's not useful information, of course, and I'll soon discard it. But it might be interesting to learn."
"Imagine that, getting an education," she says, deadpan.
She stays up too late that night pulling together a simple project for the American History class, but when she wakes up there is a breakfast bar on her desk and a blanket around her shoulders. Usually Sherlock slips out when he comes up with something better to do, but he's asleep on the floor, snoring gently. She dumps her blanket on him and goes to have a shower.
Halfway through his Math class, while Joan is enjoying a free period to work on her own classwork, she gets a text message.
Have case, the message says, enigmatically, and five minutes later something smacks the door hard. Joan smiles.
Changing the lock this morning was definitely a good use of her time, although it will only slow him down a little. She finishes up her paragraph.
Fandom: Elementary
Length: 552 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Elementary, Sherlock/Joan, mystery solvers club.
Pairing: Sherlock and Joan gen
Other: College AU!
Excerpt: Joan and Sherlock have already had several talks about his habit of volunteering her for things, especially after he got her student ID and cracked her email password. She knows he thinks he can annoy her enough that she goes away. So far she hasn't. She likes seeing her amount of student debt decreasing slowly but steadily. But days like this, she really thinks about throwing in the towel.
"You've started a club?"
Joan blinks. Sherlock nods.
"It seemed like the most efficient use of the time," he says.
Joan rubs the bridge of her nose. "Your father suggested--"
"Insisted," Sherlock corrects.
"--Suggested that you join some clubs, so you founded one?"
"He can't complain about that, can he?" Sherlock says, sounding triumphant.
Joan furrows her brow. She doesn't know why Sherlock makes his own life so difficult. His father is paying for his education, and for her to tutor him. It would sound like a dream to anyone else. But to Sherlock, it's a prison. He doesn't want to be in school, he wants to be on the streets catching bad guys. He refuses to read the books in Lit class and he only wants to learn practical Chemistry.
Holmes Sr. is paying Joan really well, but she is starting to worry about her own grades suffering. She's applying for medical school next year, after all, as soon as she finishes her graduate degree.
"How did you get enough people to form a club? And a sponsor?" she says, because she can't resist.
"Well, I signed you up, of course," he says casually, "plus the half of our Bio class with open Facebook accounts and a couple of girls who have given me their phone numbers. As it turns out, a TA can sponsor clubs, so you may want to get in touch with Mrs. Hudson and see what she wants done with American History 33 tomorrow morning. She's very grateful, by the way."
Joan and Sherlock have already had several talks about his habit of volunteering her for things, especially after he got her student ID and cracked her email password. She knows he thinks he can annoy her enough that she goes away. So far she hasn't. She likes seeing her amount of student debt decreasing slowly but steadily. But days like this, she really thinks about throwing in the towel.
"You're coming with me," she says, in a tone of voice that brooks no disagreement. Sherlock usually sleeps in until around 2pm, only occasionally rising in time for his 11am Math class, but he doesn't protest. He's won anyway.
"I'll admit, I've always been a bit fuzzy on the parts of American history that don't actually involve the British," he says. "It's not useful information, of course, and I'll soon discard it. But it might be interesting to learn."
"Imagine that, getting an education," she says, deadpan.
She stays up too late that night pulling together a simple project for the American History class, but when she wakes up there is a breakfast bar on her desk and a blanket around her shoulders. Usually Sherlock slips out when he comes up with something better to do, but he's asleep on the floor, snoring gently. She dumps her blanket on him and goes to have a shower.
Halfway through his Math class, while Joan is enjoying a free period to work on her own classwork, she gets a text message.
Have case, the message says, enigmatically, and five minutes later something smacks the door hard. Joan smiles.
Changing the lock this morning was definitely a good use of her time, although it will only slow him down a little. She finishes up her paragraph.