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storypaint) wrote2015-04-13 12:15 pm
storypaint) wrote2015-04-13 12:15 pm
[Elementary] run on the top of the dishevelled tide (Irene/Sherlock)
Title: run on the top of the dishevelled tide
Fandom: Elementary
Length: 279 words
Prompt: comment_fic: Elementary, Sherlock/Moriarty, Moriarty thinks of Sherlock as like a fairy tale princess - he is waiting to be woken up by Moriarty so his real life can begin
Pairing: Irene/Sherlock
Other: Set pre-series. Some drug references.
Excerpt: She can put a dozen poisons in a dozen apples, but it's worth nothing unless he takes a bite.
She keeps kissing Sherlock, and he keeps sleeping. For a man quick as a kestrel, he's moving so slowly. It's frustrating. If he weren't so brilliant, Jamie would have moved on already. But she wants him on her side. She enjoyed the challenge of opposing him, but it's become tiresome to work around him. He needs to wake up and realize that he's wasting his time.
She's very good at playing helpless, hoping that his protective instincts will extend just a little too far, and he will be lost. She can put a dozen poisons in a dozen apples, but it's worth nothing unless he takes a bite.
So she decides to set the perfect bait. She'll die, and he'll want to follow so much that he will give himself to the heroin. He'll plead for it, and she will come to his rescue, and he'll be so glad that she did that he won't question her rising from the grave. He won't question her ever again; he won't try to rip holes in her stories or suspect any strangeness. He will be the perfect princess. She will keep him in her tower until she has need of his services. She is smarter than any queen in any story she's ever read.
She slips back to bed. When he wakes, he fidgets and then hauls himself from their bed. She can hear him pattering around in the kitchen and keeps her eyes shut, her breathing normal. He kisses her cheek, just a quick brush of lips, before he clatters out the door to start his day.
Jamie twists around in the bed, stretches, and smiles. Maybe she'll start today.
Fandom: Elementary
Length: 279 words
Prompt: comment_fic: Elementary, Sherlock/Moriarty, Moriarty thinks of Sherlock as like a fairy tale princess - he is waiting to be woken up by Moriarty so his real life can begin
Pairing: Irene/Sherlock
Other: Set pre-series. Some drug references.
Excerpt: She can put a dozen poisons in a dozen apples, but it's worth nothing unless he takes a bite.
She keeps kissing Sherlock, and he keeps sleeping. For a man quick as a kestrel, he's moving so slowly. It's frustrating. If he weren't so brilliant, Jamie would have moved on already. But she wants him on her side. She enjoyed the challenge of opposing him, but it's become tiresome to work around him. He needs to wake up and realize that he's wasting his time.
She's very good at playing helpless, hoping that his protective instincts will extend just a little too far, and he will be lost. She can put a dozen poisons in a dozen apples, but it's worth nothing unless he takes a bite.
So she decides to set the perfect bait. She'll die, and he'll want to follow so much that he will give himself to the heroin. He'll plead for it, and she will come to his rescue, and he'll be so glad that she did that he won't question her rising from the grave. He won't question her ever again; he won't try to rip holes in her stories or suspect any strangeness. He will be the perfect princess. She will keep him in her tower until she has need of his services. She is smarter than any queen in any story she's ever read.
She slips back to bed. When he wakes, he fidgets and then hauls himself from their bed. She can hear him pattering around in the kitchen and keeps her eyes shut, her breathing normal. He kisses her cheek, just a quick brush of lips, before he clatters out the door to start his day.
Jamie twists around in the bed, stretches, and smiles. Maybe she'll start today.