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alaylithTitle: Trouble Ahead
Theme: July Writing Prompt #10 - July 26
Prompt: pick up the closest book to hand. Open at random, and place your finger at random on the page. That word must be either the word you begin your story with or the word with which it ends.
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Rating: PG
Universe: BBC
Characters: John, Mycroft (appearing)
Word Count: 215
Summary: John is picked up by a limousine - again.
A/N: No time to write, no time to think, no time to talk, no time at all!
Finished in a hurry without second thought and I have to go, bye! :P
Btw, I started with the word from the book. So boring. <_<
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‘Not again,’ John thinks when a black limousine pulls up beside him and the door opens.
With a sigh he enters the car and looks out of the window, his bored expression hiding his inner turmoil.
He is pretty sure that Mycroft does not know anything and that John was able to loose any agent which might have been following him.
While John can almost always predict Sherlock’s behaviour by now, he just can’t predict Mycroft and that is – he admits – a scary thought.
Especially now, as he desperately tries to hide something.
It does not take long until they reach an old plant with no people around.
The car drives into one of the warehouses and stops a few feet away from a table with two chairs.
Mycroft already sits in one and drinks from a cup, looking as if this is a normal family meeting.
‘Which this somehow is,’ John thinks with wry humour, before he swallows thickly and steps out of the car.
He walks towards the table, but stops a short distance away and looks at Mycroft with a hopefully bored expression; his heart thudding nervously in his chest.
“Evening, Mycroft.”
John really, really hopes that Mycroft is not as powerful (and scary) as he appears.
Otherwise John’s really in trouble.
Theme: July Writing Prompt #10 - July 26
Prompt: pick up the closest book to hand. Open at random, and place your finger at random on the page. That word must be either the word you begin your story with or the word with which it ends.
Author:
alaylithRating: PG
Universe: BBC
Characters: John, Mycroft (appearing)
Word Count: 215
Summary: John is picked up by a limousine - again.
A/N: No time to write, no time to think, no time to talk, no time at all!
Finished in a hurry without second thought and I have to go, bye! :P
Btw, I started with the word from the book. So boring. <_<
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
‘Not again,’ John thinks when a black limousine pulls up beside him and the door opens.
With a sigh he enters the car and looks out of the window, his bored expression hiding his inner turmoil.
He is pretty sure that Mycroft does not know anything and that John was able to loose any agent which might have been following him.
While John can almost always predict Sherlock’s behaviour by now, he just can’t predict Mycroft and that is – he admits – a scary thought.
Especially now, as he desperately tries to hide something.
It does not take long until they reach an old plant with no people around.
The car drives into one of the warehouses and stops a few feet away from a table with two chairs.
Mycroft already sits in one and drinks from a cup, looking as if this is a normal family meeting.
‘Which this somehow is,’ John thinks with wry humour, before he swallows thickly and steps out of the car.
He walks towards the table, but stops a short distance away and looks at Mycroft with a hopefully bored expression; his heart thudding nervously in his chest.
“Evening, Mycroft.”
John really, really hopes that Mycroft is not as powerful (and scary) as he appears.
Otherwise John’s really in trouble.
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Date: 29/07/2012 17:37 (UTC)Now I have to look what your second word was... *goes looking for your fill*