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Fandom/’Verse: Holmes/Sherlock (BBC)
Challenge:
watsons_woes July prompts challenge amnesty
Series: Rising Waters
Title: Part 8: Strode the Two Fools
Character: ?, Lestrade
Length: c.100
Rating: PG
Warnings: Series: character death
Author's Notes: Amnesty Prompt 9: Rhyme. Remember how I hate poetry? It’s even more true today. I’m sorry.
Disclaimer: The Holmes characters fall in the public domain: This version falls under the creative control of Messers Moffatt and Gatiss, and the BBC. No ownership is implied or inferred. This is done for love only. Serious apologies to Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Also to William Goldman.
Summary: A little while after Sherlock and John die a new entry appears on John’s blog.
The Blog of John H. Watson
Snipers to the right of them,
Snipers to the left of them,
Bombs bound in front of them,
Silence round the pool.
Boldly they quipped, and well,
Targeted with sniper shell.
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell,
Strode the two Fools.
Comment: G Lestrade: Who the hell is this. Let them be.
Comment: Guest: I’m just expressing myself. They impressed me.
Comment: G Lestrade: If I find out this is someone on my team your life won’t be worth living. I mean it.
Comment: Guest: Anybody want a peanut?
Challenge:
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Series: Rising Waters
Title: Part 8: Strode the Two Fools
Character: ?, Lestrade
Length: c.100
Rating: PG
Warnings: Series: character death
Author's Notes: Amnesty Prompt 9: Rhyme. Remember how I hate poetry? It’s even more true today. I’m sorry.
Disclaimer: The Holmes characters fall in the public domain: This version falls under the creative control of Messers Moffatt and Gatiss, and the BBC. No ownership is implied or inferred. This is done for love only. Serious apologies to Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Also to William Goldman.
Summary: A little while after Sherlock and John die a new entry appears on John’s blog.
The Blog of John H. Watson
Snipers to the right of them,
Snipers to the left of them,
Bombs bound in front of them,
Silence round the pool.
Boldly they quipped, and well,
Targeted with sniper shell.
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell,
Strode the two Fools.
Comment: G Lestrade: Who the hell is this. Let them be.
Comment: Guest: I’m just expressing myself. They impressed me.
Comment: G Lestrade: If I find out this is someone on my team your life won’t be worth living. I mean it.
Comment: Guest: Anybody want a peanut?